The programmer and his woman

When the plane landed steadily on the runway, I breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart was filled with anticipation for the next trip. Just as we were packing our luggage and preparing to get off the plane, the monk's cell phone rang. He quickly answered it, and I noticed a relieved smile on his face.

“It’s someone from the insurance company,” he told me after he hung up. “He’ll meet us outside the airport, and he’ll be holding a sign with our company’s name on it so we can easily identify him.”

Walking out of the airport, a cool breeze blew towards us, mixed with the hustle and bustle of the city in the distance. The monk and I dragged our luggage and shuttled through the bustling crowd.

Walking out of the airport gate, the sun shone on us, warm and cozy. I looked around, looking for the insurance company man. Just then, I saw a middle-aged man with a neat flat head, a medium build, and casual clothes, giving people a casual feeling. He leaned against an SUV, holding a sign lazily in his hand, with the name of our company clearly written on it.

"That should be him," the monk pointed at the man and said, "Let's go over there."

We walked over and introduced ourselves to the man. He shook our hands warmly and helped us put our luggage in the trunk. After getting in the car, he introduced us to the next itinerary and the work we needed to complete with him.

Outside the car window, the bustling city scene was like a moving painting, with tall buildings, busy streets and endless streams of vehicles rapidly receding before our eyes. Sitting in the car, the three of us seemed to be in a small world isolated from the world, with laughter and conversation coming one after another, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

The man who came to pick us up said his last name was Lin. His family was quite prestigious in the insurance industry, and many of his relatives held senior management positions in this insurance company. However, he chose another path and joined the business world. This time, our company was able to cooperate with this well-known insurance company, all thanks to the introduction and matchmaking of Mr. Lin.

During the conversation, he explained that since the company's business is spread across the country, there is an urgent need to equip insurance agents in various locations with this system in order to more effectively manage and convey new insurance information in a timely manner.

While we were chatting about work, we walked into a stylish afternoon tea restaurant under the guidance of General Manager Lin. After we sat down, we continued the previous topic and discussed various details after the system was connected to real data. General Manager Lin praised our company's technical strength and was full of expectations for the system that was about to be launched.

During the conversation, I gradually understood how lucrative the insurance industry is. I had always thought that selling insurance was just a hard job, but I didn't expect the commissions to be so substantial. Mr. Lin told us that the income structure of this industry is like a pyramid, and the higher you go, the higher your income. The high income figures he mentioned shocked me, a person who has never been involved in the insurance industry.

However, just as we were discussing this, Mr. Lin suddenly changed the subject and asked the monk about his age. This question caught the monk off guard. He was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I am thirty-five this year."

After hearing the monk's age, Mr. Lin showed an expression of disbelief on his face. He stared at the monk with wide eyes, and his tone was full of disbelief: "No way, tell me the truth, are you really only 35 years old?"

Facing Mr. Lin's questioning, the monk just smiled and repeated helplessly: "I am really thirty-five years old."

Mr. Lin still couldn't accept this fact. He looked at the monk in surprise, shook his head and said, "But why do you look like a 53-year-old?" The question was quite direct, which made the monk feel a little embarrassed. He scratched his head subconsciously and chose to remain silent.

However, when Mr. Lin saw the monk scratching his head, he noticed the monk's hair and continued to ask, "What's wrong with your hair?" This question made the monk even more embarrassed. He explained a little embarrassedly, "Maybe it's because of poor nutrition, so my hair doesn't grow well, so I just shaved it off."

After listening to the monk's explanation, Mr. Lin couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, maybe it's because you shaved your head that you look so old." He paused, as if he thought of a new question: "Are you married?"

Faced with Lin's series of personal questions, the monk felt ashamed. He blushed and answered with a trembling voice: "No, I don't even have a girlfriend yet."

Mr. Lin didn't seem to notice the monk's embarrassment. He continued to tease, "You haven't touched a woman yet, have you?" This question made the monk even more embarrassed. He could only smile bitterly and tacitly agreed with Mr. Lin's guess. Seeing the monk's reaction, Mr. Lin couldn't help but burst into laughter.

I sat aside, listening to their conversation, and couldn't help but feel unfair for the monk. Mr. Lin was really something. He knew that these questions would embarrass the monk, but he deliberately exposed his pain points. I guess the monk must be secretly criticizing this Mr. Lin in his heart at this moment.

However, when Mr. Lin's laughter gradually subsided, his expression suddenly became serious, as if he had switched to a whole new channel. He sighed deeply, as if with some regret and pity, and slowly said: "Oh, it's a pity that I haven't tasted the taste of women at this age. You know, women are like books. You need to turn the pages and read them paragraph by paragraph to appreciate their unique charm and charm."

After saying that, he gently opened the screen of his phone, and his skilled movements revealed a bit of confidence and pride. He pulled the monk beside him and showed him the screen of his phone. On the screen were carefully selected files, each of which seemed to contain a vivid and mysterious female image.

"Come, come, take a look at these beauties. Is there any type you like? If you like any of them, I'll take you to find her." Mr. Lin's words surprised the monk and me. I thought Mr. Lin was just joking, but he was serious.

I came over curiously and looked through the files in the phone with Mr. Lin and the monk. These files not only contained photos, but also detailed personal information and hobbies. I saw a hint of curiosity and excitement on the monk's face, as if he was really choosing a future partner.

When Mr. Lin saw me approaching, he paused for a moment, turned around, and said to me in a teasing tone, "Why, kid, you want to find one too? No, you're too young. If your boss knew, he would definitely blame me for corrupting you."

Hearing this, I was a little unconvinced and retorted: "Boss Lin, don't underestimate me. I have had a partner for several years."

After hearing this, Mr. Lin waved his hand nonchalantly, showing a hint of disdain on his face, and said, "Even if you have a partner, it won't work. You are too young to be involved in this. Go back and sit down, eat your food, and don't eavesdrop."

I felt a little disappointed, but I didn't say much. After all, this was a matter between Mr. Lin and the monk, and as a bystander, I had no right to interfere. So, I returned to my seat in dismay and continued to eat, but my mind had already drifted to them.

Mr. Lin's words just now really made the monk feel an unprecedented sense of superiority, as if he had suddenly been given some kind of privilege. He looked at Mr. Lin gratefully, with a bit of respect and joy in his eyes. Then, he couldn't wait to take the phone, swiping the screen page by page, browsing those beautiful photos and detailed files.

With each page he turned, his eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation. He raised his head from time to time and cast an inquiring look at Lin, as if he was trying to find out the origins and stories behind these beauties.

"Mr. Lin, who are these beauties? The files stored on your mobile phone are really comprehensive." The monk's tone was filled with admiration and curiosity.

When Mr. Lin heard the monk's praise, he smiled proudly. He put on an old-timer's attitude and explained, "These are all excellent agents of our insurance company. They are not only beautiful, but also very capable. I specially sorted out these files to make it easier for us to choose suitable partners."

"Oh, that's how it is." The monk nodded, showing his understanding. He continued to scroll through the screen of his phone, looking for the person he liked. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the photo of a beautiful woman, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Boss Lin, let's take this one!" He pointed at the photo on the screen excitedly and said, "I think this one is good. Her looks and figure are in line with my aesthetic standards. Moreover, she graduated from a very good school and is of the right age. What's more, I found that we have many similar interests and hobbies."

After saying this, the monk's face seemed to have successfully held hands with the beauty, and a happy smile bloomed on his face. He seemed to have seen the wonderful time he spent with this beauty, and his heart was full of expectations and longings.

However, Mr. Lin said with disdain, "I just asked you to pick someone you like. Just look at the looks and figure, why do you have to take it so seriously? You also look at which school someone graduated from or what their interests are. Do you think I'm introducing you to someone?"

Hearing what Mr. Lin said, the monk showed a trace of embarrassment and disappointment on his face. He asked puzzledly: "Aren't you introducing someone to me?" Hearing the monk ask me this, he looked at Mr. Lin puzzledly, waiting for his answer.

But what no one expected was that Mr. Lin said: "Most of these women have families. Didn't you say that you haven't tasted a woman yet? I just asked you to choose a woman to taste well. What? Do you want to choose one to take home as your wife?" After saying that, Mr. Lin laughed again.

The monk looked at Mr. Lin in shock for a long time. After Mr. Lin laughed, he continued, "However, you really have good taste and are very good at choosing. This woman is the sales champion of the company. Her business ability is first-class. Not only her business ability is first-class, but her bed skills are also first-class. How about I arrange it for you tonight?"

Mr. Lin looked at the monk with a smile, waiting for his reply. The monk was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Mr. Lin, do you mean that I can sleep with any of the women on your bed?"

Mr. Lin said confidently: "Of course, do you think I am teasing you?"

The monk shook his head and said, "It's unbelievable."

Mr. Lin added, "This is actually quite normal. Every one of these women is one of the top salespeople in the company. They all have their own tricks to get to where they are now. Isn't this the best trick for women?" He paused and continued, "At your age, you should have some car insurance, property insurance, and commercial insurance. It doesn't matter where you go. Why not choose one you like from these women? They are more willing to be long-term customers, and you may become friends."

Then Mr. Lin lowered his voice and said, "The woman you chose is good and knows how to have fun. I promise that after you meet her, all your insurance will be with her. I'll make an appointment for you right away, and you can meet and chat in the evening."

The monk heard this and waved his hands as if he was burned by something. He said anxiously, "No, no, no, I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. I tell you, these women are very experienced. Don't worry. They know what to do with the clients I introduced to them. You just need to transfer your insurance from others to them. They will provide you with the services you want from time to time. Isn't this a good thing for you for free? If you really become her big client one day, then she may send someone to your door anytime and anywhere with just a phone call."

After saying that, Mr. Lin was about to dial again, but the monk held down Mr. Lin's hand that was dialing, "Mr. Lin, you really don't have to."

Mr. Lin looked at the monk and sighed softly, saying, "Ah, no wonder you haven't touched a woman in your thirties. You don't even want this free benefit. I really have no choice. I think you'd better become a monk."

When I heard Mr. Lin mention the word "monk", I couldn't help but burst out laughing. The laughter even broke through my throat, causing some of the drink in my mouth to spray out and spill onto the table.

Mr. Lin turned around and frowned slightly, saying, "Xiao Wang, didn't I tell you not to listen? What did you think of? You are so happy. I tell you, you are too young, don't have those crooked ideas."

At this time, the monk next to him seemed a little embarrassed. He quickly explained: "Boss Lin, you misunderstood. Xiao Wang didn't mean anything else. He laughed because he heard you mention the word 'monk'. Xiao Wang usually calls me 'monk'."

After hearing this, Mr. Lin suddenly realized what was going on. He gently patted the monk on the shoulder and said, "Oh, so that's how it is. If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have wasted so much time. Well, if that's the case, let's stop talking about this today."

He looked around and continued, "There are quite a few hotels nearby. You can find a place to stay. I will pick you up here tomorrow morning and we will go to the insurance company together."

After saying this, Mr. Lin stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out the door. With the roar of the car engine, it slowly drove away from the restaurant.