After a while, I told Sister Shiitake that Boss Lan was sitting in the house, and he would gather people from the factory for a meeting in the afternoon.

At this moment, Sister Shiitake immediately glanced at Master Qin who was sitting next to her, and Master Qin quickly packed up his triangular bag and went back. I couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking: "This hasn't become a family yet, it's so tacit to cooperate, your family is really amazing!"

Ah Po looked at Master Qin's back, and muttered some words that he was not as good as the security captain, and said them to Sister Shiitake Mushroom.

It was really a coincidence, and at this time, the security captain stepped up the wooden stairs majestically and vigorously, only to hear the sound of the staircase slab. It's true, the security captain looks like a talent. For so many years, I only knew that there was such a person in the building, but I didn't even know what his surname was, and I never asked Apo, for fear that Apo would be confused.

Anyway, I don't know if what Awa said is true or false? He said that after the security captain looked at the women in the whole building, he fell in love with Sister Shiitake.

At this time, Sister Shiitake suddenly turned red, and Apo jumped over and beckoned the security captain to come and sit as if she had been beaten with chicken blood.

I saw that Sister Shiitake instantly grabbed my hand, and it didn't matter if I finished eating or not, she dragged me out of the small restaurant with a cigarette, and looked back to see that Apo didn't chase it out, and then I was relieved, looking at her blushing face and thick neck, covering her hands with her ploppy, plopping heartbeat, as if they had ordered a doll kiss?

"I said, sister, I haven't finished my meal yet?" I pouted.

"I'll get you something to eat in a minute." She said.

When I returned to the store and prepared for a meeting, I had a hunch in my heart: Sister Yan might not be working in the store anymore.

Boss Lan will not be like the ACCCIM, holding a meeting, and suddenly interspersed with a sentence of resignation from Du Juan, just like watching an advertisement inserted in a TV series. She will not be like the frightened ACCCIM, although that time Sister Yan fell ill at night, even if Sister Yan told her that she was fine. Perhaps, that's what she thinks in her heart and acts like this, but she will never admit it.

I saw her almost in a state of scolding with her neighbor the day before, and when they met the next morning, when the other party raised her eyebrows, glared and was ready to receive the scolding, she greeted with a spring breeze: "Good morning, dear! "

With this sentence, it floated directly. When she floated far away, the other party was still in a seemingly chaotic circle. I was stunned and didn't react to what the hell was going on, wondering if this was still the same person from yesterday?

I think sometimes the hardest thing to control is yourself. For example, those who have a sticky temper must have lost the ability of self-control, do things that they regret, and say things that make them regret.

Her neighbor had one such son, and he started a fire and went to the wall and door of the house, and he knew he couldn't kick his mother anyway. Naturally, there is no way to do it, you can't tear them all down, stand up and get kicked! But the door of their house was unlucky, grinning and crookedly on the door frame. Imagine what kind of evil scene it would be on a windy night when the door creaked and made a terrible sound?

Later, the doors of their house were kicked off, and there was no door, except for the security door. I think it would be strange if the door god still lived in their house, and who wouldn't be annoyed and flick his sleeves away?

Oh, how important do you say is people's temperament and temperament? It is said that the person who can control and control his temper and temperament with ease must be a strong person, regardless of her good or bad for the time being.

I walked to the window and looked down at the crowd in the small square, for it was overcast, and a large lead-gray cloud was drifting from west to east.

The small traders shouted louder, and some buyers stepped up their purchases. When I went to buy hazelnuts yesterday, I saw the middle-aged vendor shouting in a hoarse voice, and every time I received a sum of money, I quickly handed it over to the fat wife in gold and silver who sat behind me, and he was as thin as the flat pole between two baskets of hazelnuts.

At this point, everyone is here for the meeting.

Boss Lan walked to the table and stood for a while, and when everyone was quiet, she bent down and bowed to greet everyone.

From the first day she started to work hard in this city, she met people and things, as well as her inner feelings, and affectionate words. Everyone sitting in the chair, some of them knew and some of them didn't know, and they were all listening carefully.

I've heard it many times, but each time I've listened more carefully than the other. I admired her eloquence and fantasized that one day she would be able to stand on a bigger stage and talk about the wonderful points, and the applause from the audience was thunderous, because the most touching story is the undisguised inner reading in the ordinary.

At this time, it began to rain in autumn outside the window, and the humid air inside the window instantly condensed into a cloud of fog on the glass.

Sister Shiitake sat on my left hand, her fingers still fiddling with the exaggerated beeswax ring, the orange and yellow reflected on her reading glasses on the table and refracted a vague light, as if the soul of this autumn sunset leaves were condensed in beeswax.

The old girl who hides her happiness and unhappiness on her face very deeply, at this time, is a attentive listener.

Looking to the right-hand side in the direction I was sitting in was a group of workers in the factory, and the closest to me was Xiaodong.

It may be that when I was having lunch, the female friend of Boss Lan came to the meeting and gave a speech on her entrepreneurial story just now, and the applause was thunderous. I silently wrote her name three times in the notebook: He Lingling.

I heard the sound of the wind and the rain outside the window, and I heard the speech of Boss Lan in the window, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, mixed together, like a stream in the mountains that became high, turbulent, and turbulent like a waterfall pouring down like a curtain of waterfall due to the dense rain.

Xiao Dong rested his hand on the work clothes he had taken off and put on the table, and the subtle layer of white powder that had been in the factory floor all day long fell on the table inadvertently, like a layer of white mist rising from the glass window at this time.

At this moment, I listened carefully to Boss Lan's train of thought, and I could vaguely feel the blueprint drawn by her "drastic" reform.

It was a factory that cut down a lot of rent for a year, repaired the roof in the summer, kept the chimneys smoking in the winter, and had to be watched by the rows of old and red-painted wooden window sashes when it was windy and rainy. When I went back to the place, Xiaodong still kept a few pots of small flowers on those shabby windowsills, and a few simple welded iron doors made of steel bars, and he took great pains to build a dog's nest.

The clumsy yellow-haired earth dog was in the prime of life, probably because of the hot weather spitting out a red tongue, drooping his ears, and lying listlessly in the den and peeping outside. Before this, the old director Liu built a pot table with red bricks, green moss had grown around it, and the pot with a thick rust was still on it, and there were two deflated iron chimneys lying next to it. Lao Liu, the director of the factory, once said that he found two pieces of iron sheet and made it himself on a railroad track.

At this moment, I glanced at Xiaodong next to me, but he kept his head down and didn't say a word. Of course, he knew that he would have to find a new job next. has a wife in marriage, but there is no shadow at home all the year round, and Xiaodong, who is both a father and a mother, really has a sour and astringent taste. At this point, he may be the only one who can most deeply realize that life is not only facing the wind and rain outside, and his partner has become the biggest storm in his life.

Today's meeting was a long one, until the end of the day.

After the meeting, I drank the herbal tea in my cup and looked at the empty rows of tables in front of me, which were still full of people just now.

At this moment, Xiaodong took away the work clothes on the table, but the white dust traces that fell were still there. His eyes looked back and forth on He Lingling's body, as if he was speculating on her intentions.

Yes, He Lingling is a newly signed commissioned processing manufacturer signed by Boss Lan.

It is understandable that the future work will be carried out in the form of commissioned processing, although it seems that the cost has increased on the surface, but the boss has saved a lot of time and energy. To put it bluntly, make less money and worry less. It is also possible that Boss Lan may want to free up her hands and be busy with her other businesses. For example, the question that Sister Yan asked before: After walking for so long, she will come back when she comes back, and you don't want business over there? She never mentioned it.

Speaking of Sister Yan, she didn't exceed my expectations too much, but it was enough to surprise me. Maybe the circle is so small, everyone looks up and doesn't see what they look down, and they can't run out of this circle.

After the meeting, Boss Lan privately asked me to settle Sister Yan's salary until yesterday, and I heard that she meant that Sister Yan had returned to Yu Niannian again. She said, this is the best, and it is the same thing that the old girl came to our store to make Yu Niannian very angry.

After speaking, she followed He Lingling, Xiaodong and the group from the factory to the factory to talk about some equipment and personnel.

Sister Yan's thing sounded a little twisted at first glance, and I didn't understand for a while, how did she go back to Yu Niannian? But I suspect that it was definitely not her intention.

Unexpectedly, time went round and round, and after Sister Yan brought the old girl around, she went back quietly. When you think about it, it's like a human trafficker, who brings people to stay, and then walks quietly, like a joke made by someone.

Now, when I walked out of the store, the rain had been falling, the sky was dark, and the neon lights on the outer wall of the building were reflected in the puddles on the ground, and the autumn rain was chilling me.

The small traders and vendors in the small square had already packed up and left, and the cardboard boxes that had accidentally fallen fell to the ground and were soaked by the rain and flowed out of strange yellow stains.

The old elm tree falls longitudinally with many yellow leaves, accumulating a thick layer on the ground, and the colors are colorful.

I never imagined how many leaves of the hundred-year-old elm trees in the small square would fall in late autumn, but I only knew that it had brought me the coolness of covering the sky and the sun in summer, like the wind blowing slowly from the sea.

At this moment, the fallen leaves were still swirling and falling under the gray sky, and I removed the umbrella in my hand, trying to feel the feeling of the fallen leaves falling overhead, but only the continuous autumn rain hit my face cold.