Chapter 49: The Ambitious Who Can't Support Himself

(a)

It's easy to stay up until the night. Only the living room and the boss's room are equipped with telephones. Playing private love words under Tai Sui's nose is not looking for death.

A few days ago, because the phone call was too long, the children were in love under the nose of the boss, and they were unceremoniously reprimanded by the boss.

"How?" Bai Xian asked.

Chang Xia glanced at the boss sitting in the living room, just like King Kong Buddha sitting proudly, he didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Chang Xia misses Bai Xian very much, the more frustrated she misses him, sometimes when she wakes up in the morning, she finds that she suddenly can't remember Bai Xian's face, and shakes her head vigorously in her heart, so that she can suddenly feel the warmth of Bai Xian's hand holding her palm, Bai Xian's busy figure in the kitchen, with these, she can describe Bai Xian's existence in her memory.

There is no Bai Xian, only rushing around under the vicious sun, and the boss always reprimanding with a tiger face.

The boss often reprimanded her with one sentence: "After working for seven years, she should be regarded as an old man, but why can't she become a social person until now." ”

At this time, Chang Xia was like a schoolboy who did something wrong and was reprimanded by a teacher, bowing his head and shoulders, his face full of shame.

Sleeping in a dark strange room at night, she thought to herself that she was really useless, a little spider could weave a web anywhere, but she couldn't adapt to the things on the market.

What if, as Bai Xian said, I made the wrong choice? No, no, no, Dong Mingzhu will never say that his choice is wrong. She then thought.

In her luggage, there is a copy of Dong Mingzhu's "Chess in the World", which is her new idol. No longer those who won the Nobel Prize in Literature and the Mao Dun Prize in Literature.

"Tomorrow, but tomorrow is a hard day......"

Just when Chang Xia was struggling with the complex question of whether to go or stay, whether to be dignified or adapt to reality, God seemed to deliberately give Chang Xia a test. Bai Xian is coming to City A and staying in a small hotel not far from Chang Xia's dormitory at night.

"Tonight, you can take a leave of absence from your boss!" After receiving Bai Xian's call, Chang Xia was very hesitant, and finally made up his mind that he must survive here. But how could it be possible not to meet Bai Xian! In the suffering of nearly a month, she was almost on the Demon Mountain, looking at the faces of these two Yama Lords every day.

I can meet Bai Xian, the surprise is like rain on a dry day, it's too late to run, how can I avoid Bai Xian in order to be strong!

The two stayed in a hotel outside for one night, and Chang Xia swore to Bai Xian that if he didn't return to Fucheng, he would fight in this war of resistance.

The next morning, Bai Xian had no choice but to send Chang Xia to the office.

"Oh, you're here!" The thin boss was shaking hands with Bai Xian, and the fat boss didn't even bother to pretend to have a hot smile on his face, but only looked at them with strange eyes, as if he was looking at a pair of middle school students who were out at night. Everyone waited for the rest of the matter as if they were silently waiting.

Chang Xia, she didn't plan to go back with Bai Xian, she still had to be a strong "female ranger", fighting bravely in the sales market, firing both guns, and practicing to become strong. This is just the beginning, this hardship can't be overcome, how can she still stand on her feet in this world, how to be her new life in the city.

She planned to send Bai Xian to the door, but when Bai Xian turned around, she held Bai Xian's hand but refused to let go. How could her hand leave Bai Xian's palm and stay here alone, accompanying her drooping head every day to be trained by two kings of Hades, one fat and one thin.

It was her hand that decided the matter in a flash. Her hands were detached from her head's willpower, first slashing and then playing. Her hand gripped Bai Xian's arm tightly. "I'm going to resign." The voice said pitifully.

When she stood in the living room of the office and resigned to the boss, she showed a look of shame and pity on her face, and now, not only did she not become a social person, but also became a defeated soldier who escaped from the battle. The porcelain had just beaten an embryo and had not yet been glazed when it removed itself from the shelf.

The fat boss's fleshy face was more of the usual indifference, but a small muscle on his face was still left with a slight surprise, quite fast, faster than they expected.

originally expected to cultivate a powerful and brilliant propaganda plan, but I didn't expect to attract a half-shell person, only half of whom were social people, and the other half, like a cicada, did not shed its shell, hiding in an inexplicable small world. Send her away early and save yourself a snack.

Therefore, the boss did not give her a little retention to compensate her for a little face, and the whole resignation process did not fluctuate one by one, but only twisted a small circle at the end that was not very smooth.

Chang Xia offered a one-week research subsidy. The fat boss's answer was that he had been working for less than a month and left his job voluntarily without any salary. When he said this, his pitch had just reached the level that could be heard in Chang Xia, and compared to the previous lush tones, this syllable was noticeably weaker than the previous lushy tone, as if it lacked sunlight.

Chang Xia originally wanted to hand over this week's research subsidy to Manager Gao. But I didn't expect that there was none.

"Ah, and there are some compassionate senior managers, vicious "veterans" and "eel calciums", and in those days, I robbed you of the few foods in your bowls. In this way, Chang Xia left the barren and hungry days of the "guerrillas" with apologies.

(b)

When Bai Xian and Chang Xia were born, China was still in the era of planned economy, but as they grew up, China's social form underwent a drastic evolution. The planned economy of the past was gradually replaced by a market economy. The change of economic form, like the waves on the sea, comes and goes, tearing and tearing, and the fate of many people's lives has changed.

Like Bai Xian, who came from the countryside, after coming to the city, he did not have much education, let alone a family background. In the tide of the market economy, it is possible to make a good fortune in sales.

Business managers, provincial managers, marketing directors, etc., whose income in sales positions should not be lower than that of ordinary university professors; Compared with ordinary civil servants, at least it will not be lower. The threshold for sales entry is low, and anyone can do it, but not everyone can survive. In this industry, the fittest are left behind, and the unfit die on the beach. Typical is the old literati Chang Xia, struggling between comfort and discomfort.

But the dreamy, sentimental eversummer will eventually pass, just as the cicada will eventually shed its shell. Times will crush her old shell.

"Hey, why did you come back so soon?"

Chunchun was very surprised. Chang Xia hurriedly went behind Bai Xian, and Bai Xian smiled at Chunchun without explanation.

I want to drink beer.

You can't drink it.

Never mind, I want to drink.

Enling, do you think that I am so brave and fearless in the outside world, a heroine who travels the rivers and lakes. But you know what, I'm a naïve social person who doesn't grow up, like a dwarf with social emotional intelligence? I'm a man of great ambition who can't even support myself.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. Drink. Spiders can climb walls and weave webs, mosquitoes can pounce on other people's bodies and suck blood, but I, I can't do anything, I can't do anything. What am I going to do out here, someone like me who can't do anything should stay in that town for the rest of his life. Woo, prickly heat, prickly heat on my back.