Rao Jie's departure is a big deal for Xiangfei's left bank.

It is no exaggeration to say that the entire company almost went out that night, and everyone spontaneously went out for her.

It can be seen that the appeal of this Mr. Rao, I, Lin Zihan, and Tong Gang are not half as good as her.

Years later, I often think back to the scene of that candied festival.

To tell the truth, with Rao Jie's ability, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to quit, no one can shake her position in the company.

For the left bank of Xiangfei, Rao Jie did make a great contribution. But on the other hand, this girl has a lot of private pockets, so it is difficult to define her merits and demerits.

Thankfully, everything has come to a breaking point. Both the good and the bad are rotting in an irreversible time.

Rao Jie's era is over.

As the old saying goes, once a son of heaven is a courtier.

This time, Rao Jie took away, as well as a group of people under her. In her words, these people, who have been with her for a long time, are a disadvantage to me.

The left bank of Xiangfei must be reshuffled, and these people cannot stay, both public and private. I understand that.

That night, Rao Jie and I had a good time, which I couldn't imagine before.

Maybe there is no interest, but at this time, we are very honest. Rao Jie put forward many constructive suggestions on my management practices.

Putting aside Xiangfei's left bank, one thing must be admitted, that is, her management ability is indeed super strong, with an iron fist and humanity, which can be easily used in Rao Jie's hands.

I thought, this is also the era of peace, if you are born in troubled times, this girl may be another Wu Zetian.

But admiration is admiration. But between me and her, we are not destined to become friends.

Rao Jie knows this, and I know it. To put it bluntly, our values are completely different.

Three days later, Tong Gang held a company meeting and officially appointed me as the general manager of the company.

However, there are many thorny problems ahead, such as a shortage of manpower, such as insufficient funds.

There are many sequelae after Rao Jie left, the first of which is that there are not many experienced old employees in the store, and the supervisor in the piping room is vacant.

Catching up with the Chinese New Year, business is busy again. That's good, I don't have to go anywhere, just sit in the head office, and I have to get through the New Year.

However, fortunately, the factory is powerful, Jiang Han and Zhao Hailong are interesting enough.

At this time, most of the business on the left bank of Xiangfei is concentrated on birthday cakes, so the factory is not so busy.

So, the people in the factory got off work and rushed to the store to help, this scene, I still think about it, I have an indescribable sense of pride.

Because he was busy, he naturally didn't go back to his hometown.

On the phone, I explained the situation to the second elder. My dad was still like that, he just said a good word and then he was speechless.

My mom was happy to hear it.

"Friend, it's okay, work is important, you can be busy to show that you are out! Mom is really happy for you, don't worry about things at home, wait for the tenth day of the new year, I will go to your place with your father, and our family of three will have a good Lantern Festival. ”

After I put down the phone, I received a lot of messages one after another.

There is Fa Ge, there is Xiao A, there is Lao Zhu, and there is Yan Xue. The big guys are still thinking about us, and this time is all congratulations on the New Year's wishes.

The factory is on holiday, the store is closed, Jiang Han, Zhao Hailong, but they all went back for the New Year.

The whole city is filled with the atmosphere of the Spring Festival, the streets and alleys are constantly filled with the sound of firecrackers, children's laughter, and the sound of fireworks.

I smiled and walked out the door.

At this moment, goose feathers and snow were rising in the sky. The sky was gray, and a ray of sunlight loomed. I plunged myself and disappeared into the snow.

Northern suburbs cemetery. In front of Toshiko's tombstone, I lit a cigarette.

"Dude, it's the New Year. You okay? ”

The snowflakes fell, but the tombstones remained silent.

That afternoon, I stayed in the cemetery for a long time, and I told this buddy who had been sleeping underground a lot about the past year.

Maybe today, I'm just like him, and he's just like me, alone, swaying in the wind.

In the evening, I went to the hospital and took the old lady back to her home.

It's the New Year, and we have to be reunited.

The night was deep and the snow was thick. The fireworks outside the window are shining brightly.

The old lady slept, or didn't, I don't know anyway. Vegetative people, that's the pitiful thing.

On TV, the Spring Festival Gala is in full swing.

It's just that I don't like to watch it very much. casually adjusted the channel, and most of them were also this show. Only the music channel is a bit offbeat, and it also broadcasts MVs.

The old path remains the same

Every time I passed by in the past, it was sunny

Remembering the past we had

Little by little, the tears began to spread

……

I kissed you on the face

Although you are not by my side

I wish you a little better

Disconnected emotional threads

I'm not going to make breakpoints

I just want to hear your sweet words before bedtime

Hins Cheung's "Breakpoint" is played back over and over again. At this moment, I thought of Zihan again.

Are you okay this night? I only hope that you are not as lonely as me.

After dark, before dawn, I went to sleep.

In the dream, I saw countless people again, real, as if they had never left.

There was Toshiko, who smiled at me and came over;

There was Zihan, but he ignored me and walked away.

I tried my best to grasp it, but it grew weaker and weaker, until a light crossed my eyes.

It's dawn.

Tears quietly fell, and at this moment, I noticed that there was a strange long number in the text message.

When I opened it, there were only five words in it: "Happy Chinese New Year!" Culvert. ”

The clock was fixed at 23:59 yesterday.

It's Zihan, who else but her?! It's just that this number can't be dialed back, it should be the kind sent by the network.

Thinking of a scene in my dream, all of a sudden, I felt a palpitating pain.

Perhaps, we will never cross paths again.

End of this volume.

ps: This one doesn't have 2000, no hydrology, no word count, just to commemorate, thank you, years; Thank you, YXY (Zihan)