Chapter 266

"Sister Chenxing?!"

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "why, you're surprised to see me?"

"What a coincidence..." Wu Qian got off his bike and held it steady with both hands. He was surprised and helpless.

"Unfortunately," she said, "I came to you specially."

Wu Qian's eyes were confused: "

"I'm tired of talking in another place."

"Oh! There is a convenience store next to..."

Outside the convenience store, there are some tables and chairs.

Wu Qian locked his bicycle, went in and bought two bottles of mineral water. One bottle was put by Jiang Fuyue's hand and the other was left for himself. Then he sat down.

"Sorry, there are no coffee shops or teahouses around here. I can only make do with it."

Jiang Fuyue waved her hand and took her eyes back from his locked bike. "I remember you have a scooter."

The man was stunned: "sold it last week."

Jiang Fuyue didn't ask him why, but said, "have you found a job?"

"Well, I work as an administrator in a small company."

"Or the live broadcasting industry?"

Wu Qian shook his head and laughed at himself: "I may not be suitable for this business. I think I can go further every time I change jobs, but in fact, the worse I get, and I'm directly fired this time..."

At this point, he paused, "sorry to let you hear these negative things."

Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips: "your evaluation of yourself is diametrically opposite to Jiang Chenxing."

"Shen Xing..." the man said, "I think his live broadcast has stopped. Is it all right? Has Yimi's bankruptcy affected him? I knew it!" Wu Qian clenched his teeth and angrily punched himself in the leg, "that villain Zhang Kehua must have tricked you into re signing the contract..."

"You are still paying attention to this line." Jiang Fuyue used a statement.

Wu Qian's eyes flashed slightly: "in the era of big data, I occasionally brush it on the Internet. Pushing something may be related to the industry I used to engage in, so... This is normal!"

His expression was serious and sincere. He didn't know whether he was telling Jiang Fuyue or persuading himself.

"Really?" the girl asked, "big data push tells you that Jiang Chenxing has stopped broadcasting?"

Wu Qian: "

"Since you went to his live studio, you should also notice the messages of fans."

The man frowned, "what are you trying to say?"

Jiang Fuyue: "nearly one third of the messages are for Angkor to go back. How do you feel about this?"

Wu Qian's eyes flashed embarrassment. He lowered his eyes and shook his head slowly: "I was a loser. When I was young, I didn't have courage and courage and couldn't get out of the comfort circle; people didn't choose to change jobs until they were middle-aged. Oh, in fact, it's not job hopping. Strictly speaking, it can only be called forced job hopping. If I don't jump, my boss will quit me sooner or later..."

The man sat on the cheap plastic chair, behind him was the dark night, with depression and depression on his face, like a big tree bent by the blizzard, and could no longer stand up.

Wu Qian is just an insignificant member of a large middle-aged group. He is silent and content with the status quo. He has a heart that wants to develop, but he has no strength to go upstream.

He's even worse.

The decline of career directly led to the breakdown of marriage.

Overnight, his wife, children, car, house and tickets were gone.

His first twenty years of struggle turned into a joke, and half his life's efforts turned into a bubble.

"... I'm not worth it," he said. "It's not worth it at all."

"That's it?" the girl's voice remained unchanged, without sympathy or sigh.

It seems like just asking questions.

Do you recognize it?

Wu Qian held his head in both hands.

But what else can he do now?

"I'm forty, not fourteen, not twenty, I......"

Jiang Fuyue: "is age important?"

Wu Qian: "at least it's easier to succeed."

"Did you succeed at fourteen or twenty?"

"... No."

"Does age matter now?"

"... I don't know." the man's eyes were blank.

Jiang Fuyue looked at his dejected appearance and frowned a little: "today, when I haven't been here."

Then he got up and left.

At this moment, she was disappointed.

No matter what kind of difficulties and hardships she encountered in her previous life or this life, there is no word "give up" in her dictionary.

Wu Qian's attitude of dying and dying really belongs to her.

A big man, even if he falls down, even if he is short of arms and legs, but he still has one breath, he shouldn't be so cowardly!

Jiang Fuyue is not a psychological tutor. She shouldn't do the job of guiding maze.

Wu Qian thought it through. She didn't mind pulling him; I can't figure it out. It can only prove that the other party is a Doo who can't help up. It's not worth the trouble.

"Wait a minute -"

Just then, the man who was still complaining suddenly stood up and shouted at the girl's back.

Jiang Fuyue stopped, but he didn't look back.

Wu Qian knew that this was his last chance. After living for 40 years, he could never be more sober than now.

"Can you help me?" he said word by word, his eyes burning.

Jiang Fuyue looked back, "OK."

Half a minute later, the two returned to their original seats.

Wu Qian: "what should I do?"

Jiang Fuyue: "go back and continue to be Jiang Chenxing's agent. I will prepare a separate agent appointment. It's still the old rule. You can only take him one."

"In addition, there are 500000 here..." plain white fingertips pressed a check and pushed it in front of the man. "Yimi fell down, but linhuai's anchor industry will not be blank. How many fish you can touch in this muddy water with this money depends on your ability."

Wu Qian looked at the bold "five hundred thousand yuan only" in front of him, which inevitably fell into a dull state.

"You..." he swallowed his saliva. There was no surprise of sudden wealth, only full of fear. "Where did you get so much money?"

Isn't the Jiang family running a pancake shop?

Why can a child easily take out 500000?

Yes, according to Wu Qian, Jiang Fuyue is a child.

Although she is mentally mature and intelligent, even adults don't have the foresight and strong courage.

But she's only eighteen! So young! Still studying and dependent on parents

"I can't take the money!"

Jiang Fuyue's face was expressionless: "do you know where you lost?"

Wu Qian: "

The young girl didn't save face for the middle-aged uncle——

She said, "your caution makes you miss opportunities; your foresight makes it difficult for you to show your strength; it's absolutely unnecessary to be nosy and ask the bottom!"

Wu Qian's eyebrows and eyes drooped, unable to refute.

Because she's right!

I am such a person.

There is no courage, courage, killing and decisive.

"Then why did you choose me?" he suddenly looked up and his eyes were burning.

Jiang Fuyue is rich. She can choose anyone. Why herself? What makes you yourself?

The girl smiled: "although you have many shortcomings, your advantages are also outstanding."

"Advantages?" Wu Qian was stunned.

Did he?

Jiang Fuyue: "you are kind and have a bottom line."

Wu Qian: "isn't it cowardice, soft hearted and lack of courage?"

Jiang Fuyue nodded, "it's a little."

“……”

"But none of this matters."

Wu Qian: "

Jiang Fuyue: "your concern and seriousness about Jiang Chenxing is the fundamental reason why you were chosen."

……

"Jiu Ye, the front is blocked." in the quiet car, the driver opened his mouth carefully.

Xie Dingyuan opened his eyes and looked out of the window.

Driver: "I know a small road. You can bypass the congested road through the residential area opposite. Look?"

"Then go around."

"Ah!"

The driver immediately turned around and drove into the residential area.

Black Bentley passes through the dilapidated streets, and out of the window are old residential buildings that are going backwards.

Everything seems so out of place.

"Jiu Ye... Can I pull over? There's a convenience store in front and promised to buy candy for Nannan..."

"Yes."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stepped on the brake to stop Bentley.

Then push the door down, cross the street and plunge into the convenience store that is still open across the street.

Because the step was too big, the coat lifted up and threw it on the arm of a middle-aged man sitting at the door of the store.

"Sorry, brother, aren't you hurt?" the driver apologized immediately.

Wu Qian waved his hand: "it's all right."

Then he bent down and picked up the check that had been lifted to the ground.

The driver said sorry again and then went into the store.

Wu Qian continued to talk to Jiang Fuyue.

Just then, in the Bentley across the street, Xie Dingyuan lowered the window and planned to take a breath