"This..." Guan Juer lowered his head at a loss as he walked, not knowing what to say.
She wanted to agree in her heart, but she found that she couldn't open her mouth.
Guan Ju'er remembered that when Qiu Yingying told her about this matter before, she felt in her heart that a top student like herself was overqualified to go to Lin Ze's company.
Times have changed, and now she goes to Lin Ze's company after losing her job, which makes Guan Ju'er feel an inexplicable sense of shame.
She doesn't know whether this is because of her past arrogance or her current self-esteem.
Seeing Guan Ju'er's awkward look, Lin Ze didn't try to persuade him or give Guan Ju'er a step up.
Guan Ju'er needs to figure these things out for himself. When a person's survival is a problem, how can he care about his self-esteem?
"How about you go back and think about it carefully?"
Guan Juer stood up silently, turned around and wanted to go to the sofa to get her bag.
Halfway through, Guan Juer suddenly turned back and said to Lin Ze: "I am willing to go."
After saying that, Guan Juer bowed slightly towards Lin Ze and said gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Lin."
"It's okay." Lin Ze stood up from the chair. He didn't expect Guan Juer's decision to be made so quickly.
He thought that Guan Ju'er would have to think carefully about it after he returned, and even Qiu Yingying's assist would make this possible.
"Then when can I go to work?"
Lin Ze was stunned for a moment and said: "It will be fine tomorrow."
"Okay, is the address the same as before?"
"Yes."
Speaking of which, Baize Capital's location is very close to Guan Ju'er's previous company, just diagonally opposite.
Guan Ju'er didn't ask Lin Ze what her position was. She was determined to start over as an intern.
"Then I'll go back first. Thank you, Brother Lin, for treating me to hot pot today." Guan Ju'er held her white bag in her hand and said goodbye to Lin Ze.
Lin Ze nodded and said, "Well, come with me tomorrow morning and I will introduce you to people in the company."
"Well, bye, Brother Lin."
At night, Qiu Yingying's hands hung down feebly, as if opening the door with the key had exhausted all her strength.
Even when her bag fell on the ground, Qiu Yingying didn't have time to take care of it.
Qiu Yingying walked into the living room, sniffed gently with her nose, and murmured to herself: "Am I hallucinating? Why do I smell the fragrance of rice?"
At this time, Guan Juer, wearing a pink apron, walked out of the kitchen carrying dishes and said as he walked: "I was about to call you to ask you...