I don't know how many times An Lan and I have had arguments about work, but it seems like this is the first time. Anyway, I'm quite depressed now.
I completely don’t understand why she would think of shrinking back. This shouldn’t be the An Lan I know!
In order not to make her angry, I had to say to her earnestly: "I am not serious. I know you are saying this to preserve the image of the group. I have thought so too, but the question is wrong, do you know?"
"What is wrong and what is right?" An Lan looked at me intently and said with a serious face, "I only know that what most people choose is not necessarily wrong, but a very small number of people don't even choose it.
It must be wrong!”
"What is the choice of the majority, and what is the choice of a very small minority?"
"We are not the only trading company that sells to Europe. Although I am at home today, I have learned that others are cutting prices across the board. Why are you the only one who chooses to recall all products?"
Regarding what An Lan said, I have also gone to find out. Indeed, other companies have chosen to cut prices across the board.
I smiled and said, "Because they didn't consider the consequences at all."
"Only you, Chen Feng, have considered the co-authorship? Do you think everyone else is a fool?"
"Then I don't know, anyway our Yuanfeng Group must do this!"
I really didn't want to make An Lan angry, but I didn't want to change my mind either, so I could only try to be gentler in my tone.
But An Lan was still excited. She suddenly stood up from the sofa and said angrily: "Do you feel that every choice you make is the right one? Chen Feng, can you listen to my advice?"
I looked up at her, feeling suddenly stuck in my throat.
"How much money will we lose if you do this? How will we support our employees if we stop production? How long will we stop?"
"Stop until we find materials that meet European standards."
"Is this what you think of as crisis management? Every time, you sacrifice yourself to help others. Do you know that what Lupi is waiting for now is your words!"
Seeing that An Lan was about to explode, I was really worried about the baby in her belly, so I stopped saying anything.
And An Lan didn't seem to want to argue with me anymore. She walked straight upstairs, but stopped at the entrance of the corridor and said, "Director Chen, if you insist on dealing with it like this, then I will not ask you any more questions."
It’s the company’s business, you can handle it yourself!”
My heart suddenly went cold. I really couldn't figure out which link was wrong?
I felt tired and unable to explain.
An Lan went upstairs, and I was exhausted both physically and mentally, so I collapsed on the sofa.
I am very depressed and tired as I have never been before.
I don’t know how many cigarettes I smoked, but the smoke in the room didn’t even dissipate before Xiaoman and Sister Cai came back.
As soon as Xiao Man came back, he came to the sofa and accused me: "You are smoking again. Look, the room is full of smoke. It smells so bad."
I put out the half-smoked cigarette in my mouth in the ashtray, didn't want to pay attention to her, turned over and continued to close my eyes and meditate.
But I didn't expect this little guy to actually move her hands towards me. She slapped me on the body, and then shouted to me: "Who told you to smoke in the room? Get out, you get out!"
Although this slap didn't hurt, it really pissed me off.
I sat up from the sofa suddenly, and then slapped her on the butt.
Xiaoman burst into tears with a "wow" sound, and Sister Cai quickly came over to comfort her.
I said to Sister Cai: "Sister Cai, please don't worry about it. This child is really young and old. I have to educate her well today."
With that said, I ran to the kitchen to find a chopstick. When I returned to the sofa, I shouted angrily at Xiaoman: "Stretch out your hand!"
She was still crying loudly, crying so hard that she was in a panic.
I grabbed her hand from behind, then picked up the chopsticks and prepared to hit her palm.
At this time, An Lan's voice suddenly came from the stairs: "Stop!"
"Mom, he hit me, it hurts so much, mom, it hurts." When Xiaoman saw An Lan coming, she immediately complained and cried even harder.
An Lan rushed over and took the chopsticks off my hand, then asked Xiaoman: "Xiaoman, tell mom, why did dad hit you?"
"I asked him to go out to smoke, and the house was filled with the smell of his cigarettes, so he would hit me!"
An Lan cast his stern eyes at me and said coldly: "Don't you know I'm still pregnant and have children at home? Why are you smoking so much?"
I also said coldly: "If you ask her again, is that why I hit her?"
Then An Lan asked Xiao Man again: "Xiao Man, what is the reason?"
Xiao Man suddenly curled his lips, looking aggrieved, and choked out: "I, I, I slapped him."
As soon as An Lan heard this, he immediately grabbed Xiao Man, picked up the chopsticks he had just thrown away, and hit her on the small palm.
Xiaoman burst into tears again and said while crying: "Mom, please stop beating me. It hurts. I was wrong. Xiaoman was wrong."
An Lan hit her several times, and then said angrily: "Remember, you can't hit your elders no matter what, let alone he is your father!"
"He is not my father, I don't recognize him!" Xiaoman glanced at me and said.
Can I feel better when I hear my daughter say such words? But I am so powerless.
An Lan also felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do.
I finally said to An Lan: "Stop hitting her. It's really my fault for smoking too much in the room. Just calm down and I'll go out for a walk."
After I came out of the house, I walked aimlessly in the community.
Suddenly I remembered something Zhang Ailing said: A middle-aged man often feels lonely, because when he opens his eyes, he is surrounded by people who rely on him, but there is no one he can rely on.
I never understood it before, but at this moment, I somewhat understand the meaning of this sentence.
I don’t know if all middle-aged men have the same confusion as me. It’s so difficult!
It’s just not going well at work, and even the family is so disharmonious, what should I use to discuss the rest of my life?
What's more, do I still have the rest of my life?
Thinking about this, I suddenly couldn't help but laugh, a bitter smile of course.
I suddenly feel like drinking. I have hardly drank since I was discharged from the surgery, but now I am particularly eager to get drunk.
I took a taxi to the bar where Huang Li sang that day. I don’t know why I chose to come here. I probably wanted to go back to the original feeling.
Listening to Huang Li singing, I was drinking alone down there, as if she was singing specifically for me.