In the pocket of his trousers, WeChat kept ringing "ding dong, ding dong", which made his thighs numb slightly. Wang Yifan turned sideways with difficulty, shrinking his hands and getting through the crowd of people.
While walking towards the back of the car, he accidentally stepped on the black high-heeled shoes of the brightly dressed white-collar woman next to him, leaving an extremely dazzling footprint in an instant.
"Hey, I'm telling you, why are you so crowded? Haven't you seen so many people? You're sick!" The white-collar woman snorted and rolled her eyes at Wang Yifan. She could hardly see her eyes anymore.
Ren, with a look of disgust on his face, might have given Wang Yifan a slap in the face.
People in the carriage looked sideways, and Wang Yifan had to apologize hurriedly. It was his fault first, and the people around him were dissatisfied with his move of squeezing back from the beginning. They probably hoped that someone would show him some shame.
I have seen it, and it is obviously not a wise choice to argue with a girl who looks very "domineering" on the subway. In the end, no matter whether you win or lose, you will be disgraced.
Wang Yifan has learned a profound lesson.
The white-collar woman is like a victorious rooster, raising her slightly slender neck.
Wang Yifan laughed at himself a few times in his heart, but did not stop and continued to squeeze in.
He was rushing home. His home was in Jinping City, a county-level city in Province Z, adjacent to Shanghai City. To be more specific, it should be a small town below Jinping City. From the Long-distance Passenger Bus South Station of Shanghai City
It takes about two and a half hours to get to the city bus station by bus, and then take a taxi home for half an hour or take an urban and rural bus for an hour. However, generally by that time, the urban and rural bus drivers are probably already there.
He fell asleep under the covers. Originally, he was the kind of person who hated trouble very much and never wanted to go home when he worked overtime on weekends. But this time, his mother's call came like a reminder from the Lord of Hell, and he couldn't help but pretend.
Being deaf and dumb, pretending not to know.
As for what his mother, Cao Yajuan, had in mind, he knew quite a bit.
On Saturday, he worked overtime with several colleagues at the company. After completing the overtime task, he left an hour early. Unexpectedly, when he got on the subway, he would inevitably catch up with the evening rush hour.
Everyone who has experienced the sour feeling of squeezing into the subway during the evening rush hour in Shanghai can probably relate to it.
What's more, it would take at least an hour to take the subway from the subway station next to the company to the South Bus Station. He wanted to find a seat and free up space to see who was doing this on WeChat.
To "think about" him so much, you must know that he is definitely not the kind of person who is particularly remembered.
There is probably no hope for this carriage. Looking at Wuyang Wuyang, there are a few aunts carrying various fresh meats or vegetables separated by two or three people. They have slightly curly yellow short ear-length hair.
They look particularly "combatant", and it would be hard to compete with them for a seat.
After enjoying the dislike of everyone on the road, Wang Yifan finally found an empty seat in the penultimate carriage. By this time, the subway had passed several stations. As soon as he picked up his phone, another WeChat notification appeared on the screen.
"Breeze@ is just a mortal, 'If you see it, send me a message right away!'"
"Breeze@是yifanren, 'Xiao Mei at the front desk said you have left the company, where have you been?'"
"Breeze@是yifanren," has Zhou Mei's contract been drawn up? She will come over to sign the contract on Sunday? This is the first artist signed by our new project. Can you show a professional attitude?
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"Weifeng@ is just a mortal, 'Which USB disk is the information I asked you to download from the Internet? There are so many materials on the table, why don't you know how to label it?'"
"'Weifeng@ is just a mortal. Where did he go? Come back quickly. You changed your phone number. Why didn't you answer Xiaomei's call?'"
"'Breeze@ is just a mortal, come back soon!'"
…
Wang Yifan frowned, feeling irritated in his heart. He opened WeChat. In the nth work group created by the department at some time, the screen was full of Breeze@, which was Yifanren, a menopausal old witch whose WeChat nickname was
Breeze, is the leader of their department, Zhang Xiaohong, a short and fat woman in her forties, wearing a pair of huge black-rimmed glasses, who likes to put thick foundation on her face. Wang Yifan has treated her badly more than once
I thought that if I took a hair dryer and blew it on her face, it would definitely blow up a sandstorm. Oh, no, it should be called a dust explosion.
Of course, he was just thinking about it in his mind. All the performance appraisals for his work were in the hands of this old witch. If she just made a scratch on his appraisal form at the end of the month, he might lose thousands in one go.
The assessment salary is a person who must not be offended.
Every salaryman probably has such a boss.
He read all the messages carefully. It turned out that some colleagues were making jokes in the group and saying innocuous things, but since Breeze spoke, no one dared to show up easily.
"Mr. Zhang, I am going home today. The contract and information are all in the golden USB flash drive on your desktop. I have also printed the paper version and placed it on the right side of your desk with a green
There are folders, why don’t you let Xiaomei help me find them?”
Wang Yifan @guan Xiaomei, who immediately sent a pitiful expression.
"Brother Wang, I looked for it, but I didn't see it!"
"Have you seen the USB flash drive? You should recognize the USB flash drive I often use. The leader wants it so urgently. Please help me get another one. I'll treat you to a barbecue later!"
"I wish I were Lao Li BBQ!" Guan Xiaomei sent a lustful and greedy expression.
"Can!"
He's going to bleed again, Wang Yifan thought silently.
After a detailed explanation, WeChat was finally quieted down again. In the end, Breeze @ is just a mortal. Next time, I will explain everything before leaving. Otherwise, the connection work will not be done well, which will delay the progress, especially affecting the company.
In a new business, deducting money is a trivial matter. If Mr. Bai is blamed, I won't be the one to shoulder it for you!
"I got it, Mr. Zhang! I'll pay attention!" Wang Yifan held back and sent a WeChat message.
Resistance? Thank God if you don't throw dirty water on me!
It’s all about life!
Wang Yifan let out a long sigh. A gust of cold wind came from nowhere, making him shiver involuntarily. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and looked at the billboards whizzing by outside the window, feeling quite at a loss.
.
This was an emotion that he often couldn't help but express recently, making him feel flustered.
This is his sixth year in the Shanghai stock market. He currently works in a brokerage company. Although he has the title of a professional broker, he basically manages logistics support in the department.
He can handle everything, and he can be considered a "capable person". With a monthly salary of 15,000, plus a year-end bonus and other rewards, he barely earns over 200,000 a year.
He just relied on his six years of experience in the company to achieve his current status and treatment. He is basically satisfied. He also understands that the room for improvement for both himself and the company is quite limited. The company's entire industry in the Shanghai stock market is
Inside, they are basically just like little shrimps, just hanging out behind some big companies to drink soup. This year, the company's almost bald-haired CEO Bai actually came up with the idea of entering the entertainment industry, which is really shocking.
glasses, and judging from the current progress, they are just tentatively groping around the edges. Of course, after all, Mr. Bai has been struggling for many years. He knows that the entertainment industry is a ferocious beast. If he doesn’t give up, he will
It will be swallowed whole, not even the bones and dregs will be left.
That Zhou Mei is the first artist that the company plans to sign. As her name suggests, Zhou Mei is very charming. She used to live broadcast on a certain live broadcast platform. She often played some side games and won a lot of fans, but she has always been in a tepid situation.
In this situation, anchors who are famous for their appearance on the platform actually have no room for development and have no corresponding talent and quality. They cannot last long just relying on their appearance. But I don’t know how Zhou Mei got on Mr. Bai’s line.
She can make Mr. Bai, who has always been cautious, praise her.
It has already spread in the company that Zhou Mei may have taken away Mr. Bai's soul. Even the company's current decision to enter the entertainment industry was easily born in some lively scene.
Of course, these gossips are not what Wang Yifan cares about. No matter how little room for development Zhou Mei has, she is at least a well-known anchor with an annual income of millions or tens of millions, which is much better than him, a wage earner.
The cost of living in Shanghai has always been very high. An annual income of 200,000 may sound very impressive to others, but after taking into account a series of living costs such as renting a house, water and electricity, three meals, etc., the actual amount of money that can be saved is also very high.
Limited, he still doesn't dare to think about making a down payment in the Shanghai stock market, for fear that he will become a house slave working for a bank with no way out. He doesn't want his life to be finalized so quickly.
In fact, Cao Yajuan has mentioned this matter to him many times. If he has the idea of settling in Shanghai, the family can help him. It is not a big problem to come up with five or six hundred thousand.
If he feels that the pressure is too great, it would be good to buy an apartment in Jinping City.
And she actually prefers the former.
Wang Yifan has been working in the Shanghai Stock Exchange for six years. If he had not settled down in the Shanghai Stock Exchange and finally returned in despair, his face-conscious mother Cao Yajuan might not be able to bear this.
Of course, in the final analysis, Wang Yifan's own opinion is the most important.
However, Wang Yifan has always felt that he can feel pressure. After all, he is still young, but as a son, he will undoubtedly feel uneasy if his already elderly parents are also burdened with such debt.