Danmei Flying Bird

Zhou Qing did not enter the company through a formal interview process.

For the opening ceremony of a flagship store of an international fashion brand a year and a half ago, for Qiao Boling, the domestic capital injector, the negative emotions of perfunctory and impatience at the beginning have long since disappeared, and only the half-naked muscular models lined up in memory remain. Zhou Qing, who was smiling politely in the male team.It was a really cramped but restrained smile, without showing teeth, and his eyes looked like a transfer student who was trying his best to blend into the strange environment, maintained goodwill towards all personnel and things, and wronged himself.

Since being in business, Qiao Boling has seen countless people. She is used to wearing a mask, and she is also good at distinguishing the real from the fake on others' faces.Zhou Qing has a prominent figure, but he failed to stand out from the crowd of Chinese and foreign male models. On the contrary, he is more like a grain of sand washed by big waves.Qiao Boling thought to himself that he was not the Bole who could make Baoju gallop thousands of miles, but for the first time in his life, he wanted to use his position and identity to try to change a person's life willfully with the power he held, even if it was just Give an opportunity to choose.

So after the event, Zhou Qing was led by Qiao Boling's assistant to a five-star hotel cafe one street away from the shop.The outdoor terrace in early summer is backlit and cool, and you can't hear any gossip, so it's very quiet.

Zhou Qing's private server is very simple, shirt and jeans, a pair of sneakers, his skin is really dark, not oiled, but naturally covered with a layer of healthy luster.

Qiao Boling watched him approach calmly, did not stand up to greet him, but just nodded as a signal.

Zhou Qing bowed slightly, and called out neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, Mr. Qiao!"

The assistant retreated wisely, leaving the two alone.

Zhou Qing didn't sit down, and didn't ask anyone, but stood by the round table by himself.The back is straight, the head is bowed, and the hands are crossed in front of the body, standing like pines and cypresses.

Qiao Boling shrugged her eyebrows, and decided to get straight to the point.

"You are not a professional model."

"The supervisor of the advertising company is my fellow villager's sister, so I make up the numbers."

"Hmm! Served in the army?"

"Yes, three years."

"Armed police?"

Not without surprise, Zhou Qing nodded honestly.

"I can tell." Qiao Boling's eyes stayed on his shirt pocket, "The standing posture is different from others, with hips straight, waist stable, shoulders not collapsed, and head shaking. In addition, your muscle group structure ratio is similar to that of those who came out of those gyms. It’s not the same, the focus of training is different. Are you still sticking to the army’s routine?”

Zhou Qing smiled shyly: "I'm used to it. It's practical!"

"What do you do now?"

"Just came out, still looking."

"Didn't you try a fitness trainer or a security company?"

"I've been to the gym, selling cards..." Zhou Qing's voice softened, looking embarrassed, "I can't meet the target, I'm stupid."

Qiao Boling looked at the young man in front of him who was tall and tall, who should be considered to be of the same generation as his younger sister, and there was an inexplicable smile on his face.He has seldom joked with others, but now he is interested in teasing Zhou Qing: "Is it because the joker's money and conscience are disturbed?"

Zhou Qing was honest after all, he stopped talking, just lowered his head, his ears were a little red.

Qiao Boling lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then asked him, "What education?"

Zhou Qing looked up at him slightly, and smiled helplessly: "Mr. Qiao should be able to find out my resume!"

Qiao Boling said bluntly: "Since you are here in person, it is more efficient to listen to your own words."

Zhou Qing said honestly, "My hometown graduated from high school."

"How about a foreign language?"

"I can understand some English, but I can't speak it."

"This is useful, let's make it up slowly!"

Zhou Qing understood what he said, but he didn't understand his intention, and his eyes showed a little bewilderment.

Qiao Boling still maintained a businesslike tone, and asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes, photo A."

Qiao Boling tilted his head, very interested: "Have you ever thought about running freight?"

"in case."

"You have a plan."

"Just to make money."

"Who is not here to make money?"

"Huh?" Zhou Qing looked at Qiao Boling in surprise.I was even more surprised to find that this person suddenly stopped smiling, just like in the previous online news, he always had a sullen face, and he couldn't say he was unhappy, but he was by no means approachable.

Qiao Boling didn't care about Zhou Qing's scrutiny.His life has passed so far, and he is really tired of being looked at, and he has also been exhausted by many unintentional speculations and criticisms of good and evil.If there is still an indomitable sharpness in the character, it is just a bit of decisiveness in the business field.For the sake of profit, he didn't care about the two layers of skin and flesh of people's mouths. He only regarded himself as a money-grabbing harvester, rumbling through the fertile soil of fame and fortune, and accumulating wealth without bloodshed.In one's life, being greedy for anything is worse than being greedy for money. Money doesn't hurt people's hearts, but having no money is the saddest thing.

With no money, I can't meet Zhou Qing who is busy with money.

Zhou Qing, who has no money, can only bury his pride and betray his appearance, and he has to smile with a good temper and demeanor for others to see.

Qiao Boling thought about her younger sister Qiao Miaoxi's domineering and domineering, and knew that it was all the calmness that she piled up with money to promote.That is his long-cherished wish, his promise, and his pride and joy in this life.Suddenly, I wanted to see that kind of ease in Zhou Qing.

This is not a loving donation to help the needy, Qiao Boling is just tired, and feels dull about life and all the money that comes out and goes in.He longed for a little bit of freshness, just like a rare smile just now, or like the red on Zhou Qing's ears, they are enough to make this boring day different.

"I'm short of a personal bodyguard, come on!" He heard himself tell Zhou Qing the arrangement, "Personnel relations are in the security department of the company, follow me, I go to work and you go to work, and I go to work and you go to work. It's yours to use as you like outside of working hours, as long as it doesn't cause trouble. Any questions?"

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, and finally realized: "Are you going to hire me?"

Qiao Boling nodded: "Of course you can refuse. I'm waiting for someone to use it, and I met you by chance. Ask yourself, it's in line with efficiency."

Zhou Qing smiled: "Thank you Mr. Qiao, I am willing!"

Qiao Boling expected Zhou Qing's straightforwardness, but he didn't expect that there was a kind of innocent joy attached to his straightforwardness.

"He's such an easy-to-understand kid!" Qiao Boling slandered, not forgetting to remind him, "Is it enough for one week to apply for employment and move?"

Zhou Qing was puzzled: "Moving?"

Qiao Boling stood up with the help of the case, and said naturally, "My personal bodyguard, if he doesn't live at home, how can he be close to him 24 hours a day?"

Zhou Qing petrified in the early summer air.

Not because I want to live in the boss's house, but because of the phrase "24 hours".