Chapter 12 I'm not interested in the rich second generation

"It's still like that, just alone. However, you're not here for a few months, but you're keeping me busy! I took on two big projects at once, and the due (deadline) time was relatively close, and I was very busy. It's so busy, and the boss plans to add new projects to be responsible for me. I said I'm going to think about it. After Cong Rong finished speaking, she stuffed a mouthful of muffins into her mouth and tasted it slowly.

"You are a marketing agency that specializes in providing brand marketing strategies and services to other companies, and you are a marketing manager who understands both the Chinese and English markets, and digital marketing strategies related to WeChat are basically only done by people who understand Chinese. No wonder you're so busy. After hearing this, Ye Keke put the muffins that he had originally intended to put in his mouth back on the plate, and said sympathetically.

"You see, over the years, more and more Chinese companies have emerged in Sydney, and my boss has been looking for more suitable people to share my work. It's just that the experience of the people recruited by the company needs to be improved. Cong Rong had already put down the tableware at this time, she pressed the table top of the dining table with her left hand, leaned forward, and said to Ye Keke, shaking her head from time to time.

"Speaking of Chinese companies, do you remember an old classmate of my father when he was young, I mentioned to you before?" Ye Keke said as he leaned forward and moved closer to Cong Rong.

"Is that the uncle who made a fortune selling pianos and is now super rich? Why is he coming to Sydney to open a company? Cong Rong asked.

"I heard my dad say that this old classmate of his, very much glory for us Chinese! It seems that last year, I acquired a very famous German piano brand. They should already have a company in Sydney. His son messaged me two days ago that he was coming to Sydney recently and was visiting our family on behalf of his dad. "Ye Coco.

"Not bad! Not bad! Such Chinese entrepreneurs really win glory for us Chinese! "Cong Rong.

"I think you two can get to know each other. When he arrives in Sydney, I'll introduce you to you! Ye Keke blinked and said to Cong Rong.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in the rich second generation. They're certainly not going to be interested in people like me. After Cong Rong finished speaking, she picked up the cutlery again and began to feast on the tempting ham and egg muffins.

"I don't know him very well, but we've known him since I was a kid and we've been in touch all along. I think he's pretty good. However, I said Cong Rong, are you prejudiced against the rich second generation? Ye Keke suddenly asked.

"Yes, I hate the rich. Haha," Cong Rong said with a hippie smile.

After a full meal, Cong Rong drove Ye Keke to Sydney's famous Bondi Beach. After the two of them parked their cars, they began to walk along the coastline walking path, all the way the scenery was blue sea and blue sky, the sun was shining, and the air was filled with the salty smell of the light sea, and the smell of early summer in Australia was about to come out.

They finally stopped at Clovelly Beach. The two men began to walk barefoot on the beach.

"Parking is free here, just should have driven here." Cong Rong said with some regret to Ye Keke, who was taking pictures with her mobile phone.

"Well, we haven't been here much in the winter, we all forgot that there is a free parking lot for 2 hours." Ye Keke said as she picked up some of the beautiful scenery along the way that she had just taken on her mobile phone and planned to send them to Shicheng. Suddenly, she raised her head and said to Cong Rong, "Cong Rong, let's take a photo together here." ”

"Okay. I'm going to find someone to take a picture of us. After Cong Rong finished speaking, she quickly pulled in a shirtless Australian young man who was sunbathing next to him.

"one, two, three, say cheese!(1,2 ,3 ,"Eggplant!") The young Australian stood side by side in front of the camera, with two beautiful girls with a bright smile on their faces, and the click was 5 consecutive shots.

"Well, that's a good shot! I captured my small belly and big thick legs freshly. Cong Rong looked at the photo and said self-deprecatingly.

"Look, you see how beautiful you smile." After Ye Keke finished speaking, he took his mobile phone and carefully selected a few good landscape photos, together with the photo with Cong Rong, and sent them to Shi Cheng through WeChat.

"Look, this is a photo I took with my friend walking along the beach, and it's beautiful here!" Ye Keke left a message.

"I'm on my way to the airport, and I'm going on a business trip to Sichuan today with a delegation from Europe. I'll take a good look at the photos you posted on the plane. "Time Cheng replied to Ye Keke in seconds.

":)" Ye Keke only replied with a smile to Shi Cheng, and at the same time stuck out his tongue, thinking, Shi Cheng, why are you so busy, you have to go on a business trip on weekends, so do you still have time to talk to me on the phone at night?

After a short rest, the two of them returned to Bondi Beach and picked up their cars. Cong Rong sent Ye Keke back to her home in Roseville, Sydney's North End, and left.

When Ye Keke arrived home, it was already half past three in the afternoon. After a night's flight trip and a walk on the beach just now, sleepiness had slowly taken over Ye Keke's entire consciousness. She let out a sigh and lay down on the bed, ready to take a nap. Before going to bed, I didn't forget to set the alarm clock, and the time was set to 7:30 p.m. Sydney time (4:30 p.m. Shanghai time).

"The lights of the dawn of the city, there is always a halo falling, imitating one 。。。。。。 after another" Ye Keke's mobile phone wake-up ringtone - the unknown person (singer, Chen Xueran) rang on time at half past seven in the evening in Sydney, waking Ye Keke up from his sleep. She looked at her phone, the text messages on the schedule, and the missed calls from her mother.

Ye Keke looked at Shi Cheng's WeChat message, "The photo is good." Sydney's sea is so beautiful. I called my mother again, but the phone was not answered. She simply lay on the bed and didn't get up, holding her mobile phone to scroll through the circle of friends and news, but she kept being absent-minded, looking at the time from time to time, until half an hour later, when it came to the time she had agreed with Shicheng, she hesitated.

"It's only 5 p.m. in Shanghai, what if he's still with the people from the European delegation and can't answer my phone?" Ye Keke was thinking about it, and Shi Cheng's WeChat voice call came over. The hesitation was swept away in an instant, and she gently clicked the green answer button.

"Hey, Coco, is it convenient to answer the phone now?" Shi Cheng's voice came from the other end of the phone, clear and warm.

"Well, I'm at home and just woke up. You've already arrived in Sichuan, right? "Ye Coco.

"Yes, I'm in Chengdu now, and I'm going to take them to eat Chengdu's old hot pot later. By the way, Coco, have you ever been to Sichuan? Shi Cheng asked Ye Keke.

"I haven't been there yet. However, I have heard many people say that Sichuan's hot pot is the most delicious, and when it is, I will definitely go too. Ye Kexin swore solemnly.

"As a Shanghainese who grew up in Sydney, can you get used to Sichuan's spicy hot pot?" Shi Cheng asked with a smile.

"Mmmm, I'm pretty comfortable eating. Moreover, when I was in college, I fell in love with a hot pot dipping sauce called "sesame oil garlic" after a classmate from Sichuan introduced me to it. Moreover, every time I eat it, I have to add a lot of white sugar to it. Ye Keke said as he searched for pictures of "sesame oil garlic" on the Internet, and chose one to send to Shi Cheng.

"Oh, yes? I haven't tried it yet, so I'll try this dip later! After Shi Cheng finished speaking, he paused, and then continued, "Actually, you like to eat hot pot, and I want to eat it occasionally, so next time we can go and eat together." He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if they were still living in the same city, within easy reach of each other, not thousands of miles apart.

When Ye Keke finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom to fall asleep again, another WeChat message from the time schedule came. After Ye Keke clicked on it, it was actually a photo. In the background of the photograph is a steaming hot pot, and in the center of the photograph is a large close-up of a bowl of "sesame oil and garlic" dipping sauce.