Cafe.

Tan Xuming walked into the café and found a place by the window to sit down, which was not noticeable, and at the same time, he could see the people coming in at the door.

"What do you need, sir?"

"A cup of mocha."

After Tan Xuming ordered Mocha, he waited for the man to come.

He turned his head to look out the window, his fingers rubbing together, showing the nervousness inside.

Tan Xuming entered a listed company after graduation, and his treatment was much better than his classmates who were still looking for jobs at the same age, but after a long time, there were conflicts within the company, and he was also squeezed out by his boss, and he had the heart to save the company but could not do anything.

As soon as he packed up his things and left the company, he received a phone call from someone who wanted to recruit him to meet him at the café in front of his company.

Tan Xuming didn't think it was a scam call, walked to the café, ordered a cup of mocha, and waited quietly.

Steaming from the cup to the air, Tan Xuming's hands covered the cup and tapped it on the eaves.

It's easy to think a lot of things after a long wait.

Who exactly is the person who contacted him? The voice sounds young, does this company really have a future? Can the products he said shock the world really be able to shock the world?

It sounds like a declaration from a Form 2 teenager.

If the people who came to talk to him were just talking about their dreams, maybe he could just leave.

He has long passed the age of talking only about dreams and not bread.

Money is indeed material, but so what? He needs money, and without money, where does he go to talk about love? How can you maintain a normal life without money?

That's what adults are.

If he was young, he could still talk about his dreams, maybe he would have done this job with a moment of enthusiasm in his heart.

A group of Secondary 2 teenagers struggled together. Winning is a legend, and this experience has been recorded in major inspirational books and magazines and recorded as writing materials; If you lose, you will only end with regret, and you will end up gloomily, and there will be nothing left.

It's different now, for Tan Xuming now, it's a hooligan to talk about dreams without talking about bread.

But even if the voice is so young, it may be an uncle, it may just be a younger voice.

Tan Xuming looked at the empty café and imagined the scene of coming to meet him.

Time passed little by little, Tan Xuming looked at his watch, frowned slightly, and the person on the phone said that he would rush to this café in twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes arrive.

The door to the café was pushed open by a slender hand.

Tan Xuming tidied up his clothes, got up and paid attention to the movement outside the door, and secretly said in his heart, it should be the person on the phone who came, right?

The door was called, and in came a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with docile hair on his forehead, ordinary loose white T-shirt and trousers, and a handsome and clean temperament that could tell people at a glance that he was a student.

Tan Xuming shook his head, sat down, and continued to wait for the arrival of the person on the phone.

At this time, the door of the café was pushed open again, and a man in a black suit entered.

It should be him.

Tan Xuming nodded, straightened out a tie, got up, and prepared to greet him.

The man in the suit went straight to a corner and sat down.

Pei Qi just walked in front of Tan Xuming, ready to say hello.

Tan Xuming looked at the man in the suit in the other corner through the young man in front of him.

Pei Qi smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to him, "Hello, I'm Pei Qi who just called you." ”