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The first phase of the project was completed in less than two years. Sun Xiuzhan spent half his life in various companies. He has never seen anyone who can complete such a grand project in such a short period of time, but these people did it.

In the past two years, the young boss has hardly returned home. Sun Xiuzhan heard that the CEO is also a workaholic, so he guessed that the tiger father has no dogs.

The next series of work, such as applying for certificates, was thrown by the young boss to Tang Xiao, a returnee.Tang Xiao is now regarded as Sun Xiuzhan's subordinate. He was transferred from the Australian factory. It seems that the young owner focused on training and introduced him everywhere. He has a wider network than Sun Xiuzhan, who came back from the United States not long ago.This is also a capable person with a good temper. Sun Xiuzhan felt much more relaxed after having his help.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and you're not going home this year?" The factory manager asked while taking a break from lunch one time, nibbling on a big white steamed bun.

Sun Xiuzhan felt that he was getting old and couldn't get used to steamed buns. He was sinking his head into eating noodles. Hearing this, he looked up at the young owner's house—his daughter came back from Europe. Fortunately, the first phase of the project was temporarily completed, so he would definitely go home.

The Young Master was drinking sweet soup, and he was holding the steamed buns with the other hand, and he ate as fast as he didn't chew, and swallowed them all in big gulps.Even if Sun Xiuzhan always prides himself on setting an example, he can't be as down-to-earth as he is.

Needless to say, this young master is worth a lot, but he is not as elegant as other leaders at all.As far as Sun Xiuzhan himself is concerned, he couldn’t find a suitable hotel in the entire county, and he always felt that everything he ate was gritty. The most high-end hotel was Samsung, which was expensive and dirty. The driver will pick you up and live in the city.

This is not to be considered poor.Just like people who live in the mountains may not feel that their homes are messy, but let a person who grew up in a first-tier city live there, but he can't bear mud, dust, flying insects, etc. at all.

However, the young master didn’t seem to notice this at all. He could live in the presidential suite of 68 yuan, and the small hotel of [-] yuan. In order to be close to the factory, he lived in a hotel that had a contract with the company, [-] yuan a night, and the entrance was only one The door is one and a half meters away, and even breakfast is not provided.

Sun Xiuzhan heard him make a joke, saying that when he woke up in the middle of the night, he saw a half-finger-long bug next to his pillow, and hurriedly got up to beat it, and when he lifted the sheet, he found another one that was different.

He couldn't imagine such a scene, but the young master said it easily as a joke, and then he still pedaled his bicycle from the hotel to the factory, rain or shine.

I didn't even buy a car, because the hotel was too small to park and it took time to refuel.The factory manager wanted to arrange a car to pick him up sooner or later, but was also refused.

Holding the bowl in one hand and steamed buns in the other, the Shaodong family said vaguely, "It's not sure, it's fine to go back."

The factory director said earnestly: "You have to go back and talk to a girlfriend. You see, you have all Qingqingbabies."

Zhao Qingqing is a little girl in the quality department. She has good abilities. She was just promoted to the class monitor. She was scolded the worst by the young boss back then, but they praised her many times behind her back.

Young Master grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but couldn't make it out: "I'm not in a hurry."

The factory manager understood: "That's right, what does that word say, you are a golden bachelor."

He laughed, Xilihulu drank half a bowl of sweet soup.Sun Xiuzhan asked curiously, "Have you handed over a date yet?"

The young boss paused slightly, Sun Xiuzhan was a careful person, and immediately noticed it, and the factory manager was still making noise: "There must be, he is so handsome, so he must have talked about it in college."

The Shaodong family put down the bowl, politely curled the corners of his mouth as if he had smiled, nodded, and kept silent on this topic.

Sun Xiuzhan felt that he probably had a conversation with someone, and then there was no good result-he was not stupid, so he bypassed this topic.

After the meal, I went to get the fruit and found a bunch of red snake fruits piled next to the apples.

The factory director was curious: "When did we have this thing in our library?"

A financial officer from the headquarters who was on a business trip next to him heard it and said with a smile, "It's not Christmas. I heard they bought it specially, so I bought some."

The factory manager nodded, and Sun Xiuzhan said to him: "The young people eat rare food, but I'm still not used to it, it's not crispy."

Sun Xiuzhan and he both took ordinary apples, but when they turned around, they found that the young master had picked a red one. They couldn't help being surprised—in fact, at the young master's age, he might be younger than most of the people in the production plan, but after two years, almost No one realizes that he is still young, they just feel that he is too calm, working like this at such a young age, it is inevitable that he loves him a little more.

Behavior that is so suitable for his age will seem abrupt.

The factory director paused, and said nonchalantly: "What is this kind of fruit called? It smells pretty good. This kind of trend has been popular in the past two years. There is a saying that high-end atmosphere is high-grade, and it is not the same as Little Apple." Same, one worth two."

The Young Master seemed to be stunned, and lowered his head to squeeze the red snake fruit: "It's soft, not as good as a small apple."

The factory manager was depressed: "If you know, then you still take it."

The young master played with the apple in his hand, and his voice was normal: "I used to have a... friend who liked to eat this kind of apple."

He seemed to think of something, and after a while he said again: "He always thinks I'm picky, eating apples like a mouse."

The factory manager couldn't stop laughing.

The Young Master glanced at him helplessly, and Sun Xiuzhan found a rare softness and a slight smile on his face.