Chapter 122 She is a person who is struggling on food and clothing
"He wanted to start a project and was short of money, so he asked me to invest money." Cheng Lan rolled his eyes and asked, "Does he think everyone comes from a wealthy family? Does he think everyone is like him?
Starting with a million dollars right away? If I want to be rich, do I still need to work for him? He doesn’t have to think about it, can I fill the vacancy for him with my small salary?"
Song Tang roughly understood it, but he didn't quite understand it. "He was short of money and asked you to invest. You had no money, but he said he would advance it first?"
"Yes, do you think he is out of his mind?"
Song Tang smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Not really."
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"I think he wants to help you."
"help me?"
"This project is his own, how can he still make himself lose money? If it is a business that guarantees profits but no losses, will you do it?"
Cheng Lan's mind was full of doubts, "How can there be a business that guarantees profit without losing money? Investment is gambling, and I don't gamble."
She is a pragmatic person and never dreams of pie-in-the-sky dreams. Moreover, she has no father, no mother, no worries, one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. She works hard, her salary is acceptable, and the money she earns is completely enough. What is she doing?
Want to take risks and invest?
Song Tang agreed with her point of view, but was still confused about Fu Xiupei's behavior, "Cheng Lan, have you noticed that since we went to Nancheng together, Mr. Fu treats you differently than before? If I remember correctly
If so, it was probably Mr. Fu who drove Fanxing to the hospital when Fanxing was bullied at Wucheng Entertainment, and later he also drove Fanxing to the hospital."
"It's not that he treats me differently, he treats everyone differently now. He always smiles when he sees him."
"Really?"
"Yes, his daily personal consumption at Xingyao now reaches more than 500,000 yuan. Every day, every day, we privately call him a money-spreading boy."
Seeing Cheng Lan complaining hard, Song Tang couldn't stop laughing, "When he spends money in his store, he goes into his left pocket and out of his right pocket. Why are you worried about him? This also increases your performance, isn't it good?"
Cheng Lan took a breath, as if he had finally found the same advantage in Fu Xiupei, "Okay, so those little girls are rushing to work overtime these days. Whoever can sign Mr. Fu's list will get a commission."
"Ha, why don't you sign it?"
"Everyone has the dream of flying up a branch and becoming a phoenix. I won't let them get in the way. Whoever Mr. Fu likes will be lucky. After all, Mr. Fu spends generously. If he doesn't get into a rich family, he can still get it.
A huge breakup fee, one hundred thousand a day, if you carry it for a hundred days, it will be one million."
Song Tang drove the car steadily, and after hearing this, he suddenly felt something. "Before getting married, I thought that my Jia Rong was always a prodigal, or the ceiling of the scumbag world, but after we really got along, I found that it was all an illusion.
Maybe it’s because I love my family, I don’t think the friends around Mr. Rong are that bad.”
Cheng Lan hugged his arms and shivered, "Listen to your name, hey, I really can't stand you."
Song Tang smiled, stopped praising Rong Chuqin, and changed the subject, "By the way, have you ever thought about changing jobs?"
"Change jobs?"
"You work the night shift all the time now. Everyone looks haggard after a long night shift. Do you want to open a back door for you and work for Fanxing as an assistant? The brand department is in urgent need of people right now."
"You are pretending to be a public servant for personal gain?"
"Yes, for the sake of my family, I forced Rong Chuqin to use public services for personal gain. What happened?!"
"Show again?"
"Okay, okay, seriously, are you going?"
Cheng Lan lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said calmly: "I won't go."
"Why?"
Of course she knew Song Tang had good intentions, but she still knew how much she weighed.
She is not like Song Tang. Even though Second Uncle Song treats her harshly, she is still a real daughter and has no shortage of material things. Her life and education are better than ordinary people.
She was not as lucky as Jiang Fanxing. She was able to meet adoptive parents who treated her sincerely, and they were a high-skilled couple who had a guaranteed life and education.
As for her, she grew up in an orphanage. After the orphanage closed down, she had problems with basic living. She dropped out of school because she had no money.
At that time, Lu Yiheng almost lost his life in order to raise money for her tuition. She hugged Lu Yiheng on the hospital bed and cried that she would not go to school.
I left the campus early, entered the society early, experienced the hardships of the bottom workers early, and tasted the hardships of this world early.
Of course, Song Tang and Fanxing each have their own hardships, but she is the only one among the three who struggles with food and clothing.
Cheng Lan shrugged his shoulders, smiled slightly, and said: "I prefer to do things that I can control. I feel that my current life and work are the best I can achieve. I like it very much.
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Song Tang sighed and said, "Okay then."
Soon, Cheng Lan's residence arrived. This was the house she rented. The community was old, the facilities were old, and the rent was expensive. The only saving grace was that it was close to the subway station.
It's also the best house she can afford that's closest to where she works.
"I'm leaving. Thank you, Mrs. Rong, for taking me back personally," Cheng Lan got out of the car and warned, "Be careful on the way to work."
"Okay, 88."
Song Tang drove away slowly. She actually had another question to ask Cheng Lan, which was to find someone to go with.
However, she put the words back on her lips, thinking that with Cheng Lan's character, she would definitely say - I am too busy with life to fall in love.
With the phone on and off, her phone suddenly rang and she turned on Bluetooth.
"Why aren't you here yet?" Rong Chuqin's furious voice immediately came from the earphones, "Didn't you say it only takes an hour? This has already been more than seventeen minutes."
The road in the old neighborhood is narrow, and there are many small roads next to it. I was worried that something might suddenly come out and cause an accident, so I could only drive slowly.
"Then I'm afraid it will take another seventeen minutes."
"Ah? Where are you? I asked Shen Kuo to pick you up?"
"No, I'm on my way back. I just sent Cheng Lan back. She works night shift and everyone is exhausted."
Rong Chuqin lowered his voice and said in a particularly aggrieved tone: "Then I won't be able to see you for at least one hour and thirty-four minutes. It's too pitiful for me."
"...Can you be normal?"
Rong Chuqin changed his tone again and said in a low and serious voice: "Come back quickly, I need to renew my life."
"..." is even more abnormal.
"Hang up, you're affecting my driving."
Without waiting for a reply, Song Tang hung up the phone directly. Although he said he was disgusted, the corners of his mouth were inexplicably raised.
At this time, a person suddenly rushed out of the fork in the road next to her. She braked and stopped the car.
I knew this would happen, and I was most afraid of this situation.
Fortunately, she braked in time and the young man was not hit. He glared at the cab, pointed at her, and walked away.
There was a woman following behind him, and she immediately grabbed him and inspected her closely.
Song Tang looked out through the windshield, that woman was... Shen Qiong?