Ronan said goodbye to Xue Lei at the school gate and returned home by car. The vehicle he took was sent by the Xiacheng branch, and the driver was also a very professional security guard with good strength. The two parties were not very familiar with each other and did not talk much along the way.
, Ronan was still in a daze alone.
Just as Zhugan said, while he was teaching today, he was indeed working as a lobbyist. And the sponsor who hired him was the legendary Emperor Wu.
Zhugan was very eloquent and had sufficient persuasion skills. Ronan was indeed a little moved at that time. But what was more embarrassing was that by the time he got in the car, he had almost forgotten all those words.
It's not that he doesn't pay attention, it's that he is too nervous.
During this period of time in the association, Ronan has always been a focal point, but today, it is the first time that he has accepted a real recruitment. He lacks relevant social experience, and when he first encountered this matter, there were too many distracting thoughts in his mind.
There are so many, and I don’t even know how to respond.
So what Ronan remembers most clearly is not what kind of benefits His Majesty the Emperor Wu will give him, but Zhugan's words to comfort him at the end: "Boss Luo, you are not yet young, but you are already a complete social person, and similar things are inevitable."
.You can seek other people's opinions, ask more questions, refer to them more, and don't rush to make a judgment. His Majesty the Emperor Wu passed me through me, not Zhang Yingying, just because Na Nizi was too eager to avoid playing the emotional card and affecting your judgment...
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This speech was full of sincerity, but the direct reason why Ronan remembered it was because Zhugan's sentence "social person" touched his pain point.
Ronan opened the car window and rested his elbow on the window frame, feeling the oncoming night breeze. After a moment, he used his other hand to draw an imaginary figure, which was a regular tetrahedron with five layers on it.
According to the format theory, this is a social format diagram. From bottom to top, it is clearly divided into five levels of structure: students, staff, technicians, clergy, politicians, etc., which are the hierarchical classification of resources under his control.
If it corresponds to the external society, it is barely possible.
I still remember the first exchange with Zhang Yingying on the Lanshan ship. He vowed that in order to change from a student to an employee, he needed pressure and opportunities to enter a new circle to meet the needs of a rapid rise in social status.
The sound was still ringing in his ears, and he had really taken this step, but at that time, how could he have imagined that he was now at a loss?
He doesn't think his initial choice was wrong, but is this passive situation inevitable? If life is regarded as a game, then the game route he chooses after changing jobs must be a very bad one, and there is no save point.
, you can’t start over, and you can’t stop.
Ronan must chew the bitter pill of life, and now he has reached a critical point where he must make a judgment and cannot stand still.
Ronan didn't quite understand His Majesty the Emperor Wu's thoughts and couldn't figure out the calculations inside. He could only follow Zhugan's advice and consult others.
The first thing he thought of was He Yueyin, but when he applied for a call, the person there should be dealing with business and couldn't be distracted. He just left a message saying that he would contact her later.
Ronan could only skip it for the time being, and mentally scrolled through Liu Er's friend list, wondering who to consult.
Zhang Yingying wants to skip it first, Baoyan seems to be taking action tonight, as for the octopus...
Ronan was not confident in his language expression ability, so he simply turned it into words and left messages to several friends asking for advice.
Not long after we left, the driver suddenly said: "Boss Luo, we're home."
Ronan was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he had taken too long to organize his words. The car had already arrived at the gate of the residential area. It was just after dinner, and there were many residents walking on the street and exercising.
"Thank you, Brother Qi." Ronan thanked him politely, got out of the car and headed home. Halfway through, he realized that when did he become accustomed to the title "Boss Luo"?
Walking into the house, there was no one in the living room. Ronan said hello. Over in the kitchen, his uncle Mo Haihang responded from a distance: "Ronan, wait a moment, the rice needs to be heated up again."
"Oh well."
It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and it's already past dinner time at home. But as long as my uncle is at home, he will definitely reserve some for Ronan, a big eater, to satisfy his hunger.
Ronan first washed his face and stimulated it with cold water. When he returned to the living room, Ms. Luo Shuqing was already wearing home clothes and sitting on the sofa.
"Auntie." Ronan greeted her hurriedly. This was the person he was most afraid of at home.
Luo Shuqing lowered her head and fiddled with her bracelet and just hummed. Seeing this scene, Ronan's heart skipped a beat and she immediately bypassed the minefield and headed to the restaurant. But it was still too late after all.
A cold voice came from behind: "Did Moya call?"
"Uh, no, no contact in the past two days. Maybe Mo Peng...where are the others?" Ronan turned around and didn't see the best shield, but it didn't prevent him from diverting the trouble to the east.
"It's crazy to go out. I hope I can come back before nine o'clock." Ms. Luo Shuqing's attention was slightly distracted, but she quickly locked the target again, "Mo Ya, have you confirmed the specific time to return to Xia City?"
The sentence "Go back to Summer City" is really remarkable. As the saying goes, "There is no better daughter than a mother." Ms. Luo Shuqing has already made a judgment that even if her unfilial daughter comes back from the music festival, she will not enter the house in a short time.
After all, this time I have been gone for a month, and things have become too big!
Ronan continued to pretend to be stupid: "I haven't contacted her in the past two days. The most I can do is check her friends circle or something... After the music festival, won't she be back?"
Luo Shuqing raised her head and glanced at her nephew. After all, she couldn't stop her doting heart. She sighed and stopped asking: "Let's go eat. If there is nothing at school, just adjust the make-up time. It's not good to eat too late."
Ronan responded vaguely and quickly sat down at the dining table, just as his uncle had cut the beef and brought it to him, along with small pancakes. The beef and green onions were wrapped in pancakes. The texture was tough yet crispy, very chewy, and went well with rice.
In order to avoid right and wrong, Ronan told half-truths and half-falsehoods, burying his head in eating without leaving any time for his mouth.
My uncle was sitting on the other side of the dining table and sighed: "It's a good thing you are practicing martial arts now, otherwise if you continue like this every day, your figure will be out of shape."
This is a great topic! Ronan was always busy and could only nod his head.
"Except for Mo Peng, no one in my family has ever been fat! If you have the skills, feed that unfilial daughter into a pig. I'll see how she goes outside!" Luo Shuqing was upset alone in the living room, and came to the dining table.
My uncle immediately closed his mouth and smiled, avoiding the direct attack.
Luo Shuqing knew that her husband was invulnerable, so her eyes turned to the person who was best bullied.
Ronan wished he could stuff all the pancakes and beef into his mouth, but he ate too fast just now, and the previous roll was already in his stomach. Now it was a gap, and he couldn't avoid it. When his brain got hot, he made some mistakes and blew himself up.
: "Today, a friend's boss wanted me to work in her company..."
(Update half a chapter first, and then another half chapter before eight o'clock in the evening. You must adjust your schedule, otherwise it will be finished)