Meet the Brand Officer

Song Ziyuan's neck was stiff, and he didn't dare to act rashly. His arms were stiff in the air, and he still held a loose woolen thread in his hand.

Lin Xiyou turned around and looked at his rigidity in surprise, "What's wrong with you, is the scarf uncomfortable to wear?"

"No, no, it's very comfortable." Song Ziyuan smiled to hide his embarrassment, felt sorry for the broken scarf, and was angry at himself for being cheap.

"That's good, why don't we go back first?" Lin Xiyou didn't mention anything about his work, and tried to talk about some light and interesting things.

They walked all the way, walking on the winding path, stepping on the rustling leaves, listening to the Dingdong mountain spring, blowing the clear mountain wind, comfortable and beautiful.

"The beautiful scenery in the original state here is like a hidden paradise. It is really a pure place for the soul that people in busy cities yearn for." Lin Xiyou took a deep breath of fresh air and felt emotional.

Song Ziyuan also took a look around, and took the initiative to mention: "Well, modern urbanites are running too fast, so busy that they are numb, ignoring the need for recuperation deep in the soul. Therefore, our project is precisely to create such a clean state of mind and contain the soul. A small space."

"On the basis of certain development, maintain the original beauty and refuse excessive commercialization, so that more people can discover its beauty, feel the charm of nature, wash away impetuous mentality, and calm down to enjoy the beauty."

He eloquently explained his original intention, his tone full of regret.

Lin Xiyou had already heard about the difficulties their project encountered, so she slowed down her tone and said with relief: "The beauty here lies in its unpolished original appearance. Perhaps, further development will destroy its original appearance, and The beauty will also wither. If this place is not suitable, we will find another one.”

Song Ziyuan remained silent, paused for a long time, and said in a low voice: "It's a pity that all previous efforts have been wasted. It would be a bit cowardly to just give up like this."

"No. Learning to give up is also a courageous choice."

Lin Xiyou stamped her feet, stood on tiptoe, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said solemnly: "No matter what choice you make, I will believe and support you!"

"People and projects are the same. If it's not suitable, don't force it. If it's suitable, no matter how long you wait, it will come." She said seriously.

The right person will come.

And here she is.

Song Ziyuan's heart trembled, he was ecstatic, and stretched out his hand excitedly.
slam-la-

The unthreaded hair ball in the palm of his hand, as he raised his hand sharply, pulled out a long bridge line, which stretched loosely between the two of them.

Lin Xiyou was also shocked, the scarf she knitted was so unbearable!
She smiled awkwardly, "Maybe... I confiscated the cable?"

As she spoke, she quickly took the ball of thread from Song Ziyuan's palm, and wrapped it around her fingers round and round.

"Did you weave it yourself?" Song Ziyuan raised his eyes in surprise, unable to hide his excitement.

"That's right, otherwise, where can I buy such an ugly and crappy scarf?" Lin Xiyou wanted to cry, "I didn't expect it to be so unstable."

"It's my first time knitting a scarf, maybe something went wrong." She bit her tongue in embarrassment, "It seems to have a feeling of being destroyed by an ant's nest."

The more she took up the thread, the shorter the scarf was, one row after another, and the thread came off very smoothly.

"No, no, I just accidentally used the Eryang finger to pull the scarf's Ren Du Ermai, and I immediately opened it up."

Song Ziyuan's humorous ridicule immediately resolved her embarrassment.

She couldn't help laughing, and suggested with a smile: "Why don't you take it off first, and I'll take it back and repair it."

"I don't, wear warm clothes."

"Walking produces heat, it's not cold. It's so sour when you hold your hands like this."

"Not sour, I am happy."

The heart is warm, it is really warm, the temperature that radiates from the inside out.
……

Song Ziyuan, who had been depressed for several days, was swept away from the haze in his heart by the arrival of this ray of dawn.

After learning from the pain, Song Ziyuan finally decided to abandon the project and accept the failure calmly.

It's just that the major shareholder Shengrui Group is not easy to explain. It is expected that he will be severely held accountable.

In the meeting room on the top floor of Shengrui Group, Song Ziyuan, as the person in charge of Fengrui Investment Company, truthfully reported the project situation to the shareholder meeting, while Hao Li, as the representative of Shengrui Group, scolded unceremoniously.

Although the tone is harsh, it makes sense.

It is true that he was careless and not thoughtful enough. If he had considered the geological problem earlier, he could have avoided this huge loss.

He made a mistake and caused losses. He accepted the punishment and accepted the scolding. Song Ziyuan did not retaliate, with a good attitude, and accepted the punishment unconditionally.

But after the meeting, when Hao Li stood in his father's position and wanted to explain a few words earnestly, Song Ziyuan didn't appreciate it.

He replied unceremoniously: "When it was time for you to teach, you were not there. Now there is no need, why bother to pretend."

Hao Li choked, thinking back to those years when he lost his family, he felt a dull pain in his heart.

"At that time, I had no other choice. My family was so poor that we couldn't get rid of it. If we didn't seize the opportunity to go abroad to work, our family would still be in a state of poverty and sorrow." He was heartbroken and his tone was low.

"Could it be that now that you have money, don't you feel sad?" Song Ziyuan looked directly at Hao Li, his eyes were cold and without warmth.

Hao Li's eyes froze, and he clutched his chest in grief.

A look of emotion flashed across Song Ziyuan's eyes, and he immediately stood firm, mockingly: "When my grandfather was dying, he hung his breath and wanted to wait for you to come back to see you for the last time, but what about you?"

"Later, when you have money and prosperity, can you forget your roots?"

"My mother took good care of the whole family for you, but what about you? What did you do to her that made her depressed and eventually died of depression!"

Questioning voices, each sentence is heartbroken.

Song Ziyuan's voice trembled due to extreme depression. When he mentioned his mother's death, he was always brooding about it. This was a hurdle he could never get over in his life.

This was also the first time he had formally mentioned to Hao Li about his mother.

Hao Liming paused, and asked in surprise, "Didn't your mother die from terminal cancer?"

"Yeah, so you feel that you have no responsibility at all?" Song Ziyuan sneered contemptuously.

Hao Li sadly lowered his eyes, "I know that I have responsibilities that I cannot escape. Back then, I worked hard outside alone and devoted myself to my career. I did neglect the care and concern for my family."

"But, I swear, I have never done anything to be sorry to your mother." He solemnly promised, his tone anxious.

"Do you know something? There must be a misunderstanding. Tell me, and I can explain it."

Song Ziyuan's eyes froze. Hao Li always said that he was right. His expression of serious questioning did not seem to be fake. Could there be something hidden in it?