The bar had not yet welcomed customers, and he answered them very quickly.
"Good morning, Mr. Tang."
Tang Yili: "Are you... busy recently?"
She was thinking about how to phrase it, but Shen Lang said directly: "Xun Lang left something with me. Come over when you have time."
Tang Yili took a breath and asked, "What is it?"
Shen Lang: "You, I don't even bother to talk about you, you can figure it out yourself."
This time it was Tang Yili's turn to be hung up on.
She held the phone in her ear and held it in her ear for a while before slowly putting it down. Then she couldn't help but wonder what Xun Lang had left for her before he left.
The birthday gift has been given, what else does he owe her?
If you want to say you owe it, it's her debt.
Tang Yili, who has a wolf-hearted and dog-like heart, owes Xun Lang his sincerity.
If he didn't come to beg for help, he would even leave.
Tang Yili wanted to return the favor, but he couldn't find anyone.
Tang Yili's curiosity was aroused for a moment, and she stood up to go to the bar immediately. As soon as she put her suit jacket on her arm, Wang Jian knocked on the door again and came in.
"Miss, are you ready to go out?"
"What's up?"
Wang Jian handed over a stack of A4 paper.
"This person's name is Annie. Her resume and Q&A are both good. Do you want to interview her in person for professional knowledge?"
"This is her resume and illustrated works."
As the boss, Tang Yili should be pleased that his employees can be so efficient, but now he just feels extremely tired.
Work is like a game that can never be cleared. It is constantly fighting monsters and upgrading. There is no end, and some are just moments of respite.
Tang Yili browsed through Annie's works twice and found that her designs include both daily basic styles and party dresses. They can carry the minimalist style very well for different occasions.
It is consistent with the philosophy of Yili Clothing.
Tang Yili put the coat and leather bag back in the closet and gave instructions.
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
…
It was Tang Yili's first interview with someone else. She didn't have much experience, but it was related to a professional field. She got into the mood quickly and asked all the questions in almost 360-degree directions.
Annie, whose real name is An, has no background in studying abroad. She is a local designer who graduated from Lu Mei. She is twenty-six years old and unmarried. She has been making patterns for people before and has almost never done any real design.
Annie was already a little guilty, but when she saw her boss who was younger than herself, she felt even more socially intimidated than Tang Yili.
When the interview was about to end, Tang Yili asked her: "Do you have any other questions that you want to ask me?"
This is a common code word in the workplace, asking the interviewer to put the issue of salary and benefits out in the open and say,
It's not that Annie doesn't understand, she's just a little nervous: "I just hope that your company will give me a chance to do real design work. As for other things, including salary increase and promotion, the company can look at my performance."
Tang Yili smiled knowingly.
"I see."
"Then you..." Tang Yili originally wanted to say, go back and wait for notification - this is the most common way to say it, whether you are hired or not.
But before she finished speaking, Tang Yili changed her mind and said, "Just wait for the personnel department, she will talk to you about the employment details."
Annie's eyes lit up, "Am I hired?"
Tang Yili nodded and smiled.
Such a sincere person, such a person who sacrificed his life to pursue his dreams, made her unable to help but think of another person.
…
Tang Yili was delayed all afternoon by the interview. She finally drove to the bar before the evening rush hour.
There were not many guests, and they were all whispering with their heads down, accompanied by soft music.
Tang Yili walked to the bar but didn't see Shen Lang. The bartender already knew Tang Yili, and he shaken a pink-blue cocktail with great discernment and placed it on a paper mat.
The crushed ice has a frosted feel through the light.
Tang Yili put down his bag, pulled up the sleeves of his suit, raised his glass and took a look.
"What's that one?"
"It's green plum," the bartender called Dabao and said with a smile, "I know you don't like pickled olives, so I changed it."
There is no boy who hangs out in a place like this who is not a human being. They understand women better than women. Tang Yili smiled and accepted the kindness.
She took a sip and said, "It tastes good."
Dabao said: "As long as my sister likes it."
Tang Yili: "I'm only twenty-one, you seem to be older than me."
"No." Dabao smiled, showing two small tiger teeth, "I will always be eighteen."
Tang Yili raised the goblet and said, "I wish you forever eighteen."
Dabao sticks out his tongue.
This is probably the legendary little milk dog.
Tang Yili drank for a while and asked why Shen Lang didn't come back.
"Brother Shen is checking the fire protection in the back. There are hundreds of small fire extinguishers. We need to check one by one to see if they have failed. It will probably take a while."
This was in line with Shen Lang's hands-on personality. Tang Yili didn't want to help. After staying for a while, he felt bored and saw a pack of cool cigarettes on Dabao's operating table.
She asked: "Can an eighteen-year-old smoke?"
Dabao put down the wine glass he was cleaning and asked, "Sister, do you want to try it?"
Tang Yili was noncommittal, so Dabao weighed out one and brought it to her. He had already lit the lighter with his other hand.
The blue flames made a popping sound, which seemed to seduce the thirsty people's hearts.
Tang Yili did not hesitate, took one, sandwiched it between his middle finger and index finger, and moved forward slightly.
Dabao raised his wrist and held it for her. The flame instantly licked the cigarette, and with the yellow sparks, it flickered out. Tang Yili took a puff, and the green smoke went straight up.
Maybe it was because of the cold smoke, which was not very strong or spicy. After doing a round of lung circulation, Tang Yili felt a cool wind blowing into his body, blowing away all the gloom in his mind.
After three puffs and five puffs, after smoking one, it seemed that she was still not satisfied, so she asked Dabao for another one.
Dabao ordered it for her again and said with a smile: "The way my sister smokes, it tastes very good."
Through the gray-blue smoke, Tang Yili tilted his head slightly and looked straight at him, instantly looking like a smoky person.
She asked: "What does it smell like?"
"The smell that men like."
Tang Yili smiled, and Dabao followed suit. At the same time, he moved the ashtray forward thoughtfully, just right against Tang Yili's fingertips.
They lowered their eyebrows at the same time to look. Without waiting for a second to react, Shen Lang walked over carelessly.
"What are you smoking? Smoking. I just finished checking the fire protection. You are going to light up the place, right?!"
He took away the remaining half of Tang Yili's cigarette and put it in the ashtray.
Dabao withdrew his hand, walked to the other side of the bar, and continued to clean the wine glasses. Shen Lang glanced at him, sat astride the high stool with his long legs, and asked Tang about his courtesy.
"I think you've been living a pretty cool life after the breakup."
Tang Yili smiled indifferently: "What else?"
"I deserve to cry so that you can be happy."
Shen Lang snorted: "What should I be happy about? You are all my friends. Seeing this, I feel bad for you. If I had known, you might as well not be together."
"Originally, you are not the same kind of people."