Excellent little farmer

I sighed and said softly: "Okay, cheers!"

"Cheers!" Bai Mengni smiled brightly, her eyes were sparkling, and her appearance at this time was particularly endearing.

The cups lightly bumped together, making a clanging sound. They drank each, with a little drunkenness on their faces. I sighed: "Sometimes, you only have one chance. If you don't seize it firmly, you will indulge it." Gone, never to return.”

Bai Mengni waved her hand and said: "I don't quite agree with this statement. Some people are destined to become passers-by. No matter how close they have been, one day they will disappear from their respective lives."

I smiled and said softly: "I can feel it, you are in pain."

Bai Mengni wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands, shook her head and said, "No, on the contrary, I think they are a perfect match, and I sincerely wish them both well."

I waved my hand and said, "Liar, I feel like you are like a wounded deer, running away far away."

Bai Mengni chuckled, with tears in her eyes, and said softly: "Maybe. Although I have been mentally prepared for it, it has become a fact, and I still can't accept it."

I stretched out my right hand, slapped it heavily on the table, and said drunkenly: "Forget him, an outstanding girl like you is not afraid of not being able to find Prince Charming!"

Bai Mengni shook her head slightly, bit her lip and said, "I don't need any Prince Charming, I just want to go back to the past and live that carefree life."

I glanced at her, picked up the cup, and said softly: "Don't think too much, come on, have a drink!"

Bai Mengni nodded and clinked glasses with me. The two of them listened to the music and drank in silence. They each had their own thoughts and stopped talking.

Amidst the soft and soothing music, I drank half a cup of tequila, and then I felt dizzy. Everything in front of me became hazy and I couldn't see clearly, and the smell of alcohol was like a spray, lingering on my chest and abdomen. The blood was rolling and surging, which made me feel particularly uncomfortable, so I dropped the cup and lay motionless on the table.

Bai Mengni smiled, stretched out her little hand, gently pushed my shoulder, and said softly: "Ye Qingquan, are you drunk? Don't be drunk. Get up quickly and drink with me. After two more drinks, I will give Qingquan another drink." Build a thermal power plant."

I coughed a few times, shook my arms slightly, and stammered: "Go...go away, go away, you super...big liar!"

The next morning, when I woke up, I still felt a dull pain in my head. Lying in bed, I recalled what happened when I was drinking last night. I vaguely remembered that the girl and I seemed to have drank seven or eight glasses of tequila. .

If I hadn't experienced it myself, I would never have believed that such a beautiful and charming girl could actually have such an astonishing capacity for drinking. Not only could she drink a grown man down on the spot, but she could also help herself back to the room. This is indeed incredible.

I didn't take Bai Mengni's investment commitment to heart at all, I thought she was joking. You know, even if Bai Mengni has a transcendent status and is a senior manager of a large company, she will never be able to casually finalize an investment project worth tens of millions.

The reason is very simple. Any company is extremely cautious when it comes to investment. The kind of thing of spending a lot of money to reward a close friend may only appear in movies and TV dramas, but in real life, it is simply unimaginable.

After all, the essence of a businessman is to pursue profit. Without the temptation of profit, there is no possibility of investment. This is the iron law of the market and the most basic principle of all commercial activities.

What's more, the two of them are just casual acquaintances. They know very little about each other, and they can't be said to be close friends. It's just that being able to sit in a bar, drink and chat with such a pleasant girl, and listen to the other person confide in her heart, is an extremely rare enjoyment in itself.

Thinking of the conversation last night, I frowned slightly, very curious about how good the man Bai Mengni mentioned was to make her so worried and sad. This made me feel envious, but also slightly jealous.

I squinted my eyes and lay in bed for a long time. Then I turned over and sat up. I slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, I accidentally discovered that there was a picture on the red desk near the corner. note.

Picking up the note, I looked down and saw a line of small words written on it in beautiful handwriting: I received a call and have something urgent to deal with. We will contact you later. Here is my mobile phone number. If you encounter anything in the future, To solve the problem, feel free to contact me, Sister Mengni will stay.

I smiled, threw the note on the table, and said to myself: "This woman has such a strong tone!"

However, even though I said that, I thought about it and took out my mobile phone to write down the phone number Bai Mengni gave me. Although I also know that this chance encounter between the two may not be destined to happen, I still hope to leave each other's contact information.

"Some people are destined to become passers-by. No matter how close they have been, one day they will disappear from their respective lives." Thinking of what Bai Mengni said, I felt a little inexplicable melancholy, holding the note , sat on the bed for a long time, then turned and left.

The other people seemed to have gone out to play, and the door was locked. After walking around, I had breakfast in the restaurant below. Then I returned to the room, sorted out the information, and took a taxi again to Wuyang City Cultural and Sports Center. Participate in the last day of investment activities.

I have never been afraid of blows. I have a stubborn temper and like to compete with myself. Even though I had a bad start yesterday and the results were frustrating, I still want to finish the work. Never give up at the last moment.

Entering the venue, I found that the activity center had become very deserted. There were only a dozen investment units left in the empty hall, and the leaders of various cities and towns who had made an impressive appearance the previous day seemed to have made an appointment. , none of them appeared. The other staff members also lost their energy. A few people even sat behind the booth and played cards.

In fact, it's no wonder that there were very few merchants coming to the activity center today, which was in sharp contrast to the bustling scene yesterday. No one had high hopes for today's investment activities.

I returned to the booth in the northwest corner, took out the materials, placed them on the table in an orderly manner, and then took out paper and pen to review the gains and losses of this investment promotion work.

About half an hour later, a middle-aged man in his forties with a dark complexion appeared at the door. He looked like a migrant worker who had been exposed to wind and sun all year round and worked hard.

He wears a gray jacket on his upper body, a pair of very common black trousers on his lower body, and a pair of light blue canvas shoes on his feet. Compared with those big bosses who are covered in famous brands and have impressive equipment, he looks much shabbier.

After the middle-aged man entered the hall, he came to the booth near the front and flipped through the investment materials.

A little girl behind the booth only glanced at him, with a look of displeasure on her face. Although she said nothing, she took out a small mirror and wiped lipstick on her lips, completely ignoring the man in front of her.

The middle-aged man stood and looked at it for a while, then put down the materials, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked slowly to the next booth. Amid the blank stares of the staff, he looked through the materials as if no one else was around and asked questions from time to time.

However, the investment recruiter only answered a few perfunctory words and became a little impatient. He lowered his head and looked at the text messages on his mobile phone and ignored him.

The middle-aged man was not angry either. He walked leisurely from house to house as if taking a leisurely walk in the fields. Not long after, he came to my booth, picked up the investment brochure, and started reading it.

"Hello, would you please sit down and read?" I put down the pen, took the chair from the side, and handed it over kindly.

The middle-aged man was a little strange. He glanced at me and nodded. He took the chair and sat down carelessly. He crossed his legs and flipped through the information. After a long while, he raised his head and said with a smile: "That's right. After visiting so many booths, it's easy to see that yours is the best!"