Meet the Brand Officer

After a long silence, Hao Lixu leaned against the table, in a trance, as if he had aged decades suddenly, and his proud spine had been bent by the wind and rain.
He withdrew from the bitter memories, covered his face and sighed, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let him go."

Wei Ba heaved a sigh of relief, but he couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything. He was about to leave and get up, but he heard Hao Li whisper, "If you have time, please sit with me for a while."

Without waiting for his reply, Hao Li quickly adjusted his mood, and asked slowly about other small things about Song Ziyuan.

Wei Ba picked up the details and answered one by one, trying his best to find a way to repair the rift between father and son.

He knew that Hao Li only wanted to understand more details of his son's life from the perspective of a father tonight.

It is also sad to say that the information exchange between their father and son has to pass through the mouth of an outsider.

They chatted for a long time, and Hao Li recounted a few anecdotes about Song Ziyuan's childhood with relish.

After chatting about life and career, he repeatedly urged Wei Ba to assist Song Ziyuan, so that he must devote himself to his career and maintain the glory of Shengrui Group. It is not only a group, but also the life guarantee of countless employees.
Wei Ba listened quietly, nodding in response from time to time, but a vague sense of strangeness emerged in his heart.

Hao Li tonight, easy-going and kind, looks like an old man who is arranging and ordering the funeral
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In the downtown area, there are no empty seats in the humble home-cooked frying shop, and the door is crowded with customers waiting for a seat.

Every table in the store is filled with hearty home-cooked dishes, emitting hot fireworks, and the diners are feasting on the large-volume, affordable, and delicious farm-style stir-fry.

Lin Xiyou specially invited Song Ziyuan to taste this delicious food hidden in a deep alley. They waited in line for a long time before they got their seats.

She ordered five dishes in one go and ordered two cups of Erguotou.

Song Ziyuan hid his surprise in his heart and resisted asking, until he saw her stuffing meat into her mouth one mouthful after another without giving him any room to stop, he was finally sure that she was not in the right state.

When she raised a glass of Erguotou, clinked glasses with him briskly, and was about to raise her head to drink, he quickly raised his hand to stop her, and snatched the wine from her hand.

"What's the point of eating meat and drinking when you have something to talk about and chatting with your bare head?" Song Ziyuan's face was tense, and he couldn't bear to speak harshly.

"Give it back to me." Lin Xiyou got up to grab the wine, "It's cold, drink something to warm up."

Song Ziyuan put the wine behind him, made a bowl of hot fish head soup, and handed it to her, "Drink this, it's warm enough."

"Not enough!" Lin Xiyou was self-willed once in a while.

Song Ziyuan also seemed to be getting stronger, he scooped up a spoonful of fish soup and brought it to her mouth, "Then I'll feed you, is it warm enough?"

Caught off guard, when the spoon touched the corner of her lips, Lin Xiyou jumped back in shock as if she had been scalded.

"Enough is enough, it's a bit too hot." She hastily raised the white flag to surrender, and quickly took the soup bowl, "I'll drink it myself."

"Is it hot?" Song Ziyuan touched his lips with a spoon to test the temperature in doubt, "It's not hot."

"..." Lin Xiyou's ears were so hot that he didn't even need a spoon, and just took the bowl and drank the fish soup, so as to hide the helplessness in his eyes.

As a result, if you drink too fast, you will feel bloated immediately, and you can't even drink the wine.
The corner of Song Ziyuan's mouth showed a smile, it seemed that his trick had succeeded, otherwise she would have a stomach ache if she continued to eat so much.

"Eat and drink enough, you have to talk to digest."

"I, Master Song, do the calculations and see that your left eye is gloomy and your right eye is hesitant."

"So, what's the matter with you?"

He always has a lot of fallacies, so loud that it is impossible not to give in.

Lin Xiyou couldn't help laughing, and despite the intensive verbal offensive, she still confided her thoughts.

She briefly mentioned what happened after being seconded to the business department, the leader's smile concealed a knife, her colleagues flattered her, and Zhuo Yue's strange avoidance
And she herself, in order to achieve her goal, gradually learned to lie, scheming, tempting, pretending, and against her will, and gradually became the kind of person she hated.

Song Ziyuan wished he could open her head and see what was inside. She was even more rigid than an old Confucian scholar at such a young age.

He poked her on the forehead angrily, "You are too principled, and you frame yourself tightly. I know, you understand the truth, but you just feel stuck in your heart, and feel guilty whenever you overstep. "

Lin Xiyou's eyes turned red for a moment, and she lowered her eyes and nodded. She has been holding on for a while, talking and laughing happily on her face, and her anxiety is out of balance in her heart. The more comfortable she is, the more depressed and depressed she is
Song Ziyuan couldn't help but soften his tone, but decided to clarify this matter to her tonight, lest she go farther and suffer more pain in her heart.

"In order to achieve the goal, there is no bottom line and any means, can you do it?" he asked.

"No." She replied without hesitation.

"Nonsense, the law doesn't allow you to do it." He snorted, and continued to ask: "The target is close at hand, there is no strategy, and you are straightforward, do you think it is appropriate?"

"Not appropriate." She shook her head. "The opportunity is fleeting. If you miss it, it may be a lifetime regret."

"So!" Song Ziyuan concluded earnestly: "In order to achieve the goal, the means must be used, but the means must not be used."

"On the basis of adhering to the principles and the bottom line, we neither harm nor commit crimes. We simply use the right time, place, and people's strategy, and adopt some appropriate means to achieve the goal with twice the result with half the effort. Is there any problem?"

"Besides, in the professional market, talking to people and talking to people is a necessary survival skill. Everyone is happy, and the result is perfect. What's wrong?"

"It seems. No." Lin Xiyou was taken aback by the question, and after thinking about it carefully, it really is.
The crux of her heart that had been entangled and tormented for a long time was dismantled by him in a few words.

Song Ziyuan smiled with satisfaction, and continued to cure the disease: "Can you speak the language with proficiency? Can you deal with people with ease? Can you deal with emergencies without fear?"

"Probably not yet," Lin Xiyou replied hesitantly.

Song Ziyuan stretched out his long arms, pressed her shoulders, and said firmly: "No, be confident, you can."

"You have no technical problems, but you have set up a hurdle psychologically. As long as you pass your own test, you are a proper three-capable youth."

"If you want to become a professional person at a higher level, you must break through this barrier. Huh?"

These words had the effect of enlightenment, Lin Xiyou woke up for a moment, smiled and nodded.

Her goal is unwavering, whether it is career or truth, she will pursue it to the end, and what she is doing now is not at fault.

Song Ziyuan saw Lin Xiyou's eyebrows loosen, curled his lips, and said with a smile, "Is there any problem?"

"Ah."

"Then there's something wrong with me!" He bit down on the pronunciation of the words, and finally couldn't help but ask Qiu Hou to turn over the account.
"Huh?" Lin Xiyou was puzzled, when did she accidentally step on his thunder?