Rebirth in 1998 is also a kind of life

The hot Spring City is extremely scary, and the high temperature of 37 degrees can directly melt the asphalt road.

But fortunately, the weather today is cloudy, the hot sun is covered by clouds from time to time, and there are occasional breezes, so it is not uncomfortable, and it can be regarded as a slightly suitable day for sightseeing.

On Quancheng Road.

The little girl pressed her sun hat with both hands, and looked at the man beside her with some concern: "Yang Zhu, is it appropriate for us to come out without the doctor's permission?"

Yang Zhu glanced at the little girl with a white cotton short-sleeved t-shirt on the upper body and a light blue long skirt on the lower body. She only felt that this outfit and the charming appearance with her hands behind her back were more fatal. She pulled down the sun hat, and then said: "You just have a slight food poisoning, lying in the hospital for two days is enough, don't take up public medical resources; I haven't seen the doctor since yesterday afternoon. Is there no more medicine for you?"

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This is the truth, although this girl has been searching for a living, but her body is very good, and this time the situation is not so serious, after washing her stomach, she is alive and well again in just one day , That's why Yang Zhu dared to take her out to get some air.

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Hearing what Yang Zhu said, the little girl felt relieved, wrapped her hands around Yang Zhu's arm, turned her head to look around, and sighed a little: "I haven't said it for a long time, Quancheng has changed so much, so many I don't even recognize the place!"

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Yang Zhu attacked mercilessly: "As for your house-girl nature, you stay indoors on holidays, and you go back and forth between the company, the vegetable market, and your home on weekdays. It is estimated that in two years, your old man will go out. Can't even recognize the road."

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The little girl pouted: "Don't you just stay at home all day and talk about others!"

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Yang Zhu had a smirk on his face: "I like staying at home because I have a big baby at home who can play games all day long; but you just don't like going out, can we be the same?"

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Hearing this, the little girl blushed, remembering the experience of being tormented by this bad guy every weekend, she immediately looked around like a thief, and when she saw no one noticed her, she felt a long sigh of relief. In a low tone, he patted Yang Zhu's arm bitterly: "Die, say this in broad daylight!"

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Yang Zhu laughed: "What are you afraid of, people are not allowed to show affection in public these days?"

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The little girl is dying of embarrassment, what do you call Xiu Enai?Obviously driving in broad daylight is right!

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Seeing the little girl's expression of not daring to meet people, Yang Zhu bought a candy figurine from a cart stand by the roadside and handed it over: "Who knows who outside, why are you so shy!"

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"Here, I'm so merciful, I will reward you with a piece of national intangible heritage!"

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National intangible heritage?

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what is that?

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The little girl took over the shape of the little goldfish in a daze. The sugar figurine with a somewhat dull skin pouted a little aggrievedly. It was obvious that she saw herself as a child!

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But the next second, after taking a sip carefully, she licked it with a smile on her face.

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Looking at this girl's childish appearance, Yang Zhu couldn't help laughing, and the depression accumulated in the imperial capital before also dissipated.

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"Is it delicious?" Yang Zhu asked with a smile.

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This kind of sugar figurine, which is obviously not made of maltose, looks pretty, but in his impression, for some reason, the coating of the tongue will feel a bit bitter after eating, so he has no desire to try it at all; But he was very curious, the little girl has always been most afraid of eating bitter melon and the like, why Mao has no reaction to this thing?

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"It's a bit bitter, but it's delicious!"

Hearing Yang Zhu's question, the little girl nodded heavily, and then looked at him strangely: "Aren't all sugar people like this?"

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Then he said with some nostalgia: "I haven't eaten sugar man for many years. When I was young, adults would buy it for me during Chinese New Year. When I grow up, I have no chance to eat it."

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Seeing the satisfied expression on the little girl's face, Yang Zhu suddenly felt a little sad - the condition of this guy's family was very bad before, and sugar was considered a luxury when supplies were in short supply; The adult is obviously a patriarchal master, so after the little girl has a younger brother, it is completely normal that she can't eat candy.

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Inadvertently catching a glimpse of the strange look in Yang Zhu's eyes, the little girl stopped her movements embarrassingly, and then asked cautiously: "Yang Zhu, do I need to pay attention to my image, and I shouldn't eat sugar?"

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Since Yang Zhu's wealth and influence rose to a certain level, the word "image" was the word that the little girl heard most from Wan Qingyi.

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In Wan Qingyi's description, as the proprietress of Zhutou Trading Co., Ltd., she should wear high-end clothing, carry a brand-name bag, dress herself like a lady, and then go to high-end places all day long, with Yang Zhu. The family members of the business partners discussed all kinds of cutting-edge information together—of course, it would be even better if they could help Yang Zhu take care of the company at the right time, or solve some company problems through the circle of wives.

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As for the little girl's previous habits... I'm sorry, I have to get rid of it, otherwise it is very likely to damage the company's image, and even make others look down on Yang Zhu.

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When it comes to Yang Zhu, the little girl is naturally very concerned;

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For this reason, she once made up some fashion knowledge that she couldn't understand no matter how she looked at it.

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During that time, she was always trembling like a student preparing for the exam, imitating all kinds of social situations and coping words in her heart, in order to prevent someone who didn't pay attention and discredited Yang Zhu herself;

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However, when it comes to Yang Zhu, the development of things is always somewhat unexpected.

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First of all, Yang Zhu's behavior style is a bit unique. It has been two years since the establishment of Zhutou Trading and Zhutou International Trade. Except for some executives of the company, I have not seen him have any personal contacts with those partners. ; Therefore, the "wife circle" imagined by the little girl did not appear in her life at all.

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And later on, as the several projects in hand became bigger and bigger, Yang Zhu's identity became more and more different, and this kind of personal entertainment became a kind of joke-at this stage, with Zhu Investment's business Business model and influence, how many companies now have the nerve to call themselves "partners" of Zhutou Trading?Even if some suppliers are relatively important, after all, now is the era when channels are king. Yang Zhu, who knows the future business direction, would like his little girl to engage in wife diplomacy?

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As for those high-ranking leaders... I'm sorry, Yang Zhu has always been cautious in this area. Apart from official business, he will never have any personal contacts with any leaders. He got close to the little girl, but without exception, Yang Zhu rejected him for various reasons.

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Therefore, as time went by, without her own sister Qingyi continuing to remind her, the little girl gradually forgot those warnings at the beginning. If Yang Zhu's eyes hadn't misunderstood her just now, she would have almost dismissed the matter. Totally forgot.

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Seeing the anxious look in the little girl's eyes, Yang Zhu laughed and patted her head: "Don't listen to Wan Qingyi's nonsense, it's all nonsense!"

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As he said that, he tugged on the liberation bag that he had never left his body for thousands of years: "See, I'm the person who needs to pay attention to the image of Zhutou Business and Trade, but I'm not always like a dick?"

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"Don't say that with your man's current strength, you don't need to care about other people's eyes; even in the past... how they like to look at me, as if someone cares about others!"

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Although it was the first time for the little girl to hear the word "Diaosi", but with Yang Zhu's image and tone of voice, she could easily understand what it meant.

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Looking at the second-hand liberation bag bought from a street stall for 3 yuan, the little girl recalled Yang Zhu's foolish appearance when she first saw him, and couldn't help but chuckle: "I doubt that you are the only cheeky person in the whole world. Don't care what other people think."

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Yang Zhu was furious, hooked the little girl's neck fiercely, and then kissed her face several times: "Success, let the old man be cheeky today!"

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Under the surprised eyes of countless people, the little girl got into the hole in embarrassment. After resisting desperately for a few times, she finally struggled to break free from Yang Zhu's clutches, and shouted: "Catch the rascal!"

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Then he protected the remaining half of the little sugar man with both hands, and fled forward with small steps.

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And Yang Zhu completely ignored the eager eyes around him, rubbed his hands together, let out a weird smile, and chased forward...

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After half an hour.

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The two sweaty runners, one with a popsicle stuffed in his mouth, walked weakly on the street.

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"Yang Zhu, I'm hungry!" The little girl looked at her man pitifully.

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She didn't bring a bag today, and with her current attire, she obviously couldn't carry money, so she could only look for help at the stinky hooligan who had molested her several times in front of everyone.

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Yang Zhu's face was stinky: "The stinky rogue didn't bring any money!"

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The little girl grabbed his hands and shook them flatteringly: "Yang Zhu, don't be angry, I didn't mean it just now!"

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As he spoke, he blinked his eyes: "How about you call me a rogue when you meet the police uncle again later!?"

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Yang Zhu, who had black hair, snorted, and then stretched out two claws to rub the little girl's face: "From now on, if you dare to call me a hooligan in front of the police, you will die!"

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This little girl looks like a fool when she looks stupid.

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The catch-and-escape game between the young lovers was crazy. It was okay to call myself a thief in front of ordinary passers-by. It's hooligans.

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If it wasn't for the obvious characteristics of the two as a couple, and the excited look on the little girl's face when she asked for help, maybe Yang Zhu would have been put on the silver bracelet on the spot.

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Even so, Yang Zhu couldn't do without some cross-examination. If the little girl hadn't reacted and explained quickly, it would have been inevitable to follow the police uncle to take notes.

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The little girl, who knew she was wrong, let Yang Zhu rub her little face like plasticine. After Yang Zhu finished venting, she saw that her man didn't seem to be angry anymore, so she took the initiative to hug Yang Zhu's arm : "Let's go, let's go eat."

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Yang Zhu flicked her forehead indifferently: "What do you want to eat, I treat you!"

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The little girl covered her forehead, looked around, her eyes lit up, then pulled Yang Zhu's arm and rushed forward: "I found a good thing!"

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5 minute later.

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The two stood in front of a small and dilapidated shop.

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Yang Zhu watched the shop owner with dark red skin take out a huge and thick pancake from the frying pan, then skillfully shoveled off the paste on the pan with a shovel, and stared at the little girl dumbfounded: "What are you doing?" The good thing you said is pot pie?"

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The little girl looked at Yang Zhu in surprise: "Have you ever eaten this?"

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Yang Zhu rubbed his nose, thinking that although this thing is rarely seen in Quancheng now, it is not unusual in later generations; I once tasted it out of curiosity in my previous life, and the result...

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Pot cake, as the name suggests, is a pancake as big as a pot; for those who see it for the first time, this thing is still very shocking.

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Think about it, what would it feel like to have a super pancake with a diameter of nearly one meter, a thickness of 10 centimeters, and a weight of 16 kilograms appear in front of you;

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Although the size of the pot pie varies from region to region, and the smallest pot pie is even reduced to the size of a plate, the one that appeared in front of Yang Zhu at this moment is undoubtedly the largest one;

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Thinking of the dry and tough taste in his memory, Yang Zhu felt a little sour on his cheeks at the moment. Although the little girl has always had a kind of fanaticism for pasta such as steamed buns and flatbreads, the two finally came out for a trip. , holding this thing to eat at noon, is it a bit too unpleasant?

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Seeing that Yang Zhu was not happy, the little girl hugged his arm and shook it back and forth: "Yang Zhu, let's buy some pancakes~"

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Seeing the little girl coquettishly, that waxy voice made Yang Zhu's bones crumble: "Cheng Chengcheng, you can eat whatever you want!"

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The little girl was overjoyed when she heard the words, and after asking the price, she bought a full 2 ​​catties in one go.

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Watching the boss skillfully cut off a corner of the pot cake, and then cut it into small pieces according to the little girl's instructions, Yang Zhu looked at the boss with some astonishment: "Boss, your pot cake only sells for [-] cents a piece." catty?"

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It’s no wonder that Yang Zhu was surprised. If he was just reborn in 98, he wouldn’t be surprised that this thing sold at this price; but now it’s the millennium, and even for people’s livelihood products, the price has risen by at least 30%;

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Now that the flour has risen to nearly 5 cents per catty, pot cakes worth 1 cents per catty can be called the king of cost-effectiveness-you know, the water mixed in pot cakes is far less than ordinary pasta. Therefore, this thing tastes particularly dry and tough; plus the cost of labor, rent, water and electricity, etc., Yang Zhu estimates that the boss can earn at most [-] cents per catty of pancakes.

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The boss grinned, showing half of his missing teeth: "This food used to be eaten by the working people. It's not like selling expensive. If it's expensive, no one will eat it!"

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Yang Zhu looked at the little girl, and wondered if it was the girl's old habit of picking money again, or why she was so excited to see this thing.

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Seeing Yang Zhu's suspicious eyes, the little girl shook her hand like a rattle: "I didn't pick it, this food is really delicious!"

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Yang Zhu snorted, you think I haven't eaten this thing?

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Seeing that Yang Zhu didn't believe it, the little girl became anxious, and asked Yang Zhu for five yuan, then went into the small restaurant next to her, and came out carrying two boxes of seaweed and egg soup after a while.

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"This pancake must be eaten carefully!" When it comes to pasta, the little girl is always extra confident.

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"It's best not to chew on this thing directly, it has to be chopped finely to chew!" The little girl looked around, and then took Yang Zhu to squat down under a sycamore tree not far away.

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"After chopping it finely, there are many ways to eat it, such as stir-frying, stewing with vegetables, cooking soup, or even cooking in hot pot!" The little girl counted on her fingers, and Yang Zhu was dumbfounded. .

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Cook hot pot?Are you sure you're not joking?Yang Zhu looked suspiciously at the bag of pot cakes in his hand.

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"Of course, the most convenient home-cooked meal is...have you heard of steamed mutton?" The little girl suddenly asked.

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As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she had asked a stupid question. Yang Zhu was not the one who had never stepped out of Qilu in her life. Naturally, she knew about mutton steamed buns, and might even have eaten them.

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Immediately, he broke those thinly sliced ​​pot cakes into the seaweed and egg soup: "The most convenient way is to soak it in the soup like mutton steamed buns, and then decide how long to soak according to your own taste preferences."

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As he spoke, he broke away the disposable chopsticks given by the restaurant, picked up a piece of pot cake from the soup, looked at it, and then put it in his mouth, with a happy smile called foodie.

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Yang Zhu looked at her suspiciously, and finally followed suit by throwing the pancake into the egg soup, soaking it for a while, and carefully putting it in his mouth to taste it.

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Ok……

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This pot of cake is really dry enough. After soaking for so long, the middle piece still hasn't absorbed the soup, but it has retained a bit of strength, and with the help of the soup, it is easy to swallow a lot. The faint sesame oil taste in the egg soup is quite flavorful.

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10 minute later.

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The two of them belched, and put down the box with no soup in it contentedly.

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"Sure enough, this way of eating is the most like the canteen of Quancheng Soda Factory!" The little girl smiled happily as she carefully put away more than half of the pot cakes left.

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"Do you miss the days at the soda factory?" Yang Zhu was keenly aware of the change in the little girl's mood, and asked curiously.

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The little girl nodded: "For sure, the happiest time in my life was when I was at the soda factory."

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After finishing speaking, he was surprised by his language problem, and hurriedly made up for it: "Of course, I'm happy now, I mean; the time when the two of us were still in the soda factory together was the happiest time in my life."

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Yang Zhu vaguely understands why the little girl wants to eat pot cakes so much, and also probably understands why she is still eating steamed buns every day even though she has a lot of money now.

With complicated emotions, Yang Zhu smiled: "I remember that someone was a poor ghost at that time, and he didn't eat the next meal!"

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Thinking of that extremely embarrassing life, the little girl was a little shy: "But at that time, apart from being a little poor, life was very happy!"

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As he said that, a silly smile appeared on his face: "At that time, we were just ordinary small workers. Although we were poor, we could do whatever we liked on weekdays and say whatever we wanted. From time to time to be lazy and in a daze;"

"In those heartless days, the question I care about every month is whether the salary will be paid in the morning or in the afternoon on the 8th;"

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"The question I usually think about the most is how to reward myself after my salary is paid; or how a bad person will play tricks on me."

"The question I usually think about the most is how to reward myself after my salary is paid; or how a bad person will play tricks on me."

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"I can also encounter many, many happy things every day, such as seeing you in the office in the morning, such as Aunt Zhao scooping up a little extra food for me when I was cooking at noon, such as..."

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Looking at the nostalgic and longing look on the little girl's face, Yang Zhu suddenly felt distressed.

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As someone who has experienced it, he naturally knows how tiring it is for those so-called managers, although they look very good. The stress and mental exhaustion brought about by the work that takes a lot of effort is far from being comparable to physical labor.

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And the little girl has been able to quickly open up the situation in just two months since she entered Zhutou Trading. In addition to her identity as the proprietress and her lovable personality, her own all-round efforts must not be ignored.

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Yang Zhu fully imagined how much pressure it would be for her to take the initiative to be the first person in charge of the project she handled with her limp temper;

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I can also fully imagine the torment of the little girl who has to roll three times in her stomach before she can say anything in the company, with her mind of no city at all.

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He even wanted to know, with the innocent character of the little girl, trying to deal with the gap between him and Director Yan, and quietly repairing the invisible crack, how difficult it is.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhu suddenly felt that his seemingly grandiose plots were a bit ridiculous, and the things in the imperial capital seemed to have become insignificant... The people closest to him are unhappy, so what will happen to you even if you are nb in the future? Braggable?

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"Yeah, I also like the old life!" Yang Zhu gently put his arms around the little girl's shoulders, with a smile on his face, whispering...