History always repeats the sad past. Under the coercion of the new boss, Chen Ruxin signed a compensation treaty for the loss of power and humiliation of the country, and promised to deduct money from his salary every month until the maintenance fee of 100,000 yuan was deducted.

The night is already cold, and no matter how late it is, it won't be able to catch the subway, and since the matter is resolved, Chen Ruxin will leave.

Zhang Daxi stopped her, pointed to her arm and said, "You are injured." ”

"Just a little bruising." Chen Ruxin glanced at it briefly, and several wounds oozed blood, so he didn't care, shrugged his shoulders and left.

Zhang Daxi was left alone, and his eyes followed the departing figure with heavy eyes until he disappeared into the night.

"Chen Ruxin... He rubbed the signature on the paper, and his thin body could run like this, "What a strange person." ”

Chen Ruxin didn't know that he had been labeled "strange", and went to work normally the next day.

Under the heavy debt, she has to work harder to grasp the work.

In the evening, Wang Yue organized a bureau to pick up the wind for Zhang Daxi, and the location was selected at the CIAO bar on Yongjia Road.

Waited left and right, and waited until 9 o'clock in the evening before Zhang Daxi took Feng Ze to come late, said "You are free" and left, leaving a group of people looking at each other.

"Turtle hair, stingy, selfish, impolite...

Chen Ruxin counted in his heart. If it weren't for the recession in the industry, the difficulty of finding a job, and the fact that she had too much debt, she really wanted to leave.

She rarely came to such places, and the people she knew were already swimming towards the dance floor in groups. Stimulated by the light and alcohol music, they twisted the font and their eyes were full of psychedelia.

Drinking a glass of rum mixed with pineapple juice makes the boredom a little less.

Qin Dongdong went to the bar and asked for a glass of whiskey, she had just finished dancing, the blush was still on her face, the thin sweat color made her particularly charming, and the beauty mole in the corner of her eye seemed to come to life.

The tone is also languid and charming. "You seem to have a lot of heart on your own."

Chen Ruxin's answer was very direct: "Life is too stressful. ”

"Who doesn't have pressure? It's a rare opportunity to release stress and party today! Saying that, she took Chen Ruxin's arm and wanted to take her over.

Touching the wound, Chen Ruxin couldn't help but scream.

"How?" Qin Dongdong saw the wound and hurriedly let go, afraid of taking responsibility.

"I fell yesterday and it didn't get in the way."

"Why do you still drink and aren't you afraid of scars?"

Scar?

Chen Ruxin shook her head, she has not been afraid since she was a child, the wound will heal, and only when she sees the scar can she remember the pain she suffered at that time, and she can not repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Scars are a testimony to growth, and we shouldn't be afraid of them."

Qin Dongdong couldn't help but be surprised: "I'm so strange, where did you get so many golden sentences?" ”

"From Chen Ruxin's unfortunate life."

After speaking, she laughed, and Qin Dongdong also laughed.

The laughter attracted a lot of attention, including Zhang Daxi and Feng Ze, who were not far away.

The four eyes intersected, and Feng Ze whistled playfully.

"The girl is really interesting now." He turned back to Zhang Daxi and said.

Zhang Daxi didn't make an evaluation, thinking in his heart that it would be more interesting for that person to fight people.

"Hey, you're so bored, how can you catch the girl's heart?" Feng Ze suddenly stroked Zhang Daxi's face and sighed sadly.

"Fuck off."

was mercilessly disgusted, Feng Ze was not annoyed, and looked at his friend with a smile.

"Your dad put the treasure elephant down for you to run, if you know that it has been changed to a magazine, you won't be angry?"

"He just said it had to do with architecture."

"Huh?" Feng Ze's eyes widened, "He meant to change to a construction company, right?" Although architecture magazines also have the word architecture, they are basically equivalent to two industries! What's more, the print media is in such a recession now, and you still swear that you will prove your ability in the shortest possible time by betting with him. Come on, do you think architects can make good magazines? ”

"The company is in my hands, and I have the final say. The bet stated that he could not interfere with the company's operations. ”

"You, are you still blaming your dad for your mom's business?"

Zhang Darcy lowered his eyes, and the past touched a switch in his heart, and in an instant, the damp and dark room full of filth appeared in front of him again.

"Nope."

"I thought you chose to make a magazine because of your aunt...

"I'm not going to fight my dad anymore because my mom doesn't deserve it."

"Darcy, after all these years, you're going to come out...

Zhang Daxi indifferently interrupted his next words.

"If you have time, you might as well think about what to call the magazine for me."

Feng Ze took a sip of wine and said, "'House of Architecture'? ”

"It's not good," Zhang Daxi vetoed, "the content is too broad." ”

"What's your magazine positioning?"

"Renovation of old houses. Shanghai now has a large number of old houses from the Republic of China to the present, which have great problems in structure, facilities, fire protection, etc., but they themselves have both art and feelings, and the renovation should be very marketable. ”

"It's difficult to renovate that kind of house, and some of them are cultural relics, and if you don't get it, you're going to make headlines in society."

"It's fun when it's challenging."

Zhang Daxi looked confident, Feng Ze sighed, knowing that this person's temper was more stubborn than a stone, so he no longer persuaded him.

"What about 'remodeling'?"

Zhang Daxi shook his head, the name was obviously far from what he had asked for.

"It's too cheesy."