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You Suowei didn’t call people up for a chat just to deal with a breakfast, he just has this habit of having in-depth talks with potential new employees on their first day of employment, asking them what they hope to achieve in their company. What, and what kind of deadlines have you set for your goals.He keeps everyone's answers in his mind, and he will inadvertently offer encouragement in his daily work. When the deadline is up, he will talk to the employees again to decide whether to renew their contracts or stay.

Such a method can undoubtedly effectively motivate employees to work—after all, working hard for one's own goals is definitely more invigorating than working hard for the boss's goals.

It's just that he took over Eric for a short time, and the effect of this method has not been fully shown.Of course, it’s not all fruitless—just like Xiao Zhang’s first thought in his desperation, at least Eric’s corporate atmosphere is harmonious and he has a benign working environment.

After flipping through the recent economic situation a few times, guessing that the young man should have finished his breakfast as quickly as possible, he opened the door and walked out in good time.

In You Suowei's 26 years of life, he has almost never made the people he gets along with feel embarrassed. His good upbringing and innate considerate personality enable him to take care of the emotions of the people he gets along with in every detail, and let the people he communicates with Feel the gentleness and comfort like the spring breeze.

His demeanor and talent are well known in the circle. From a very young age, when people mention him, they don't first think of him as the three generations of Youjia who poured hope and guilt, or the young owner who hastily and indirectly took over the family business. — a character as charismatic and astonishingly talented as he is, enough for anyone to see him for himself, rather than the superficial things attached to him.

The conversation was not long. A good manager knows too well the truth that too much is too much. You Suowei just encouraged him routinely and let him go.

Even so, when the office quieted down again, it was already early eight o'clock. You Suowei looked at his watch and found that there was no time to properly handle an official business before the arrival of the guest he was meeting with - his time was always planned Yes, the conversation with the new employee was scheduled before work in the afternoon, but was interrupted by an unexpected breakfast.

During the busy work, a period was inadvertently vacated, You Suowei casually picked up the memo on the table and flipped through it, his eyes stayed on the private appointment marked with a capital "W".

"That guy..." The expression on his face was very helpless. "W" is the abbreviation of his friend Wu Zipei's name. He has nothing to do with this person since he was a child. It can be said that he has contributed to the current situation—— It was just an idle joke, but it brought me a truly colorful life.

That's all, it's just that I was young and ignorant and careless in making friends.Sighing in his heart, his eyes, which were always warm, were rarely stained with a sincere smile. He took out a roll of exquisitely crafted parchment from the drawer, and placed it neatly on the table.

——Anyway, I'm free, and we'll see each other tonight, why don't you help him copy the long-awaited poem.

Regardless of whether the pen is soft or hard, You Suowei's handwriting is famously beautiful.His mother's family, the Qin family's scholarly heirloom family, although they had almost cut off contact with the You family because of the regrets of the year, they treated him, the only grandson, like a jewel like a treasure, and loved him very much.Mr. You felt sorry for his in-laws, and he was happy to see his closeness with his grandfather's family, and he never stopped him.

Writing is the best way to test a person's heart - some people say that a person's state of mind, self-cultivation, and family education are all reflected in one pair of hands. In fact, when writing with these hands, it can reveal more profound things.

The Qin family is very strict in teaching their children and grandchildren, and they especially believe in "handwriting is like a person". The first thing the children have been exposed to since childhood is to practice calligraphy.Now that You Suowei has grown up, he can learn everything very quickly. Even if he is physically tired while studying, in his opinion, it is not a lot of hardship. The only thing is to practice calligraphy, not to mention that he still needs to practice all the time now. , just those indelible memories at that time would occasionally appear in dreams.

Talented, willing to endure hardships, coupled with systematic teaching and admirable mentality, the young You Suowei is already the most proud work that his grandfather often took out to show off to his colleagues, far better than several Qins. My cousin.It's just that he doesn't want to do this, and he really can't help himself. These things are only circulated among the upper class circles, and there has never been a serious manuscript.

It is because of this that You Suowei's calligraphy is quite valuable in the circle - what is important is not money, but his willingness to write for others - you know, the calligraphy that can be sent out is not as casual as usual Writing is much more elaborate and time-consuming.

Wu Zipei is the eldest grandson of the Wu family's generation, and through the family friends of Wu You's family, the two of them have a good friendship in the womb-of course, Wu Zipei should be more in harmony with the young and old at that time. A good relationship is the key, but it's hard to be sure about feelings. Although he is about the same age as Suo Si, he prefers to stay with Shi Wei, who is three years younger, even if it's the Four Treasures of the Study that he usually annoys the most. .

The adults of the two families often ridiculed this pair of "year-old friends", but Suosi protected his younger brother, and the two were also good buddies. In addition, what happened later, You Suowei became the new heir, and later he officially became the heir. After becoming the head of the family, no one said much about the friendship between the two of them.

Wu Zipei chased Miss Ye's family all over the city. It's no secret that Ms. Ye loves calligraphy. He begged You Suowei to copy love poems for him not once or twice.

——It's just that You Suowei is really busy, and he hates his temperament of playing flowers, so he has not responded until recently when he confirmed that he was sincere this time, so he thought of helping this time at this time.

At that time, when Wu Zipei was begging, he also had the mentality of looking for beauty and romance, and had no hope of letting go of You Suowei at all. Later, the relationship gradually deepened unconsciously, and he didn't realize it. He just brought it up when he met. , Putting on a soft and tough posture.

In fact, if he was really begging for nothing, it would be a slight conflict with his own values, so how could You Suowei not help him?

The two of them hadn't discussed the matter that hadn't been written yet. You Suowei didn't want to do it, and Wu Zipei was too lazy to spend more time on this kind of thing, so that now You Suowei really handed over the request together with the request. The parchment in his hand was flattened and pressed, and he suddenly discovered that there was no chapter designated by the owner in the transcription.

He knew his friend's temperament, and he didn't intend to ask specifically, but it was just a small favor in his spare time. If he waited for Wu Zipei to figure it out and then took the time to write it, it would be too much .

After thinking for a while, You Suowei simply followed his own thoughts, and silently wrote Yeats' famous little poem with a few strokes.

When you are old and gray-haired and sleepy,

Sitting tired by the fire, please take down this poem,

Slowly chant, chasing the eyes of the dream,

That soft light and green vignette.

How many people have loved your fleeting figure,

Loved your joyful and charming youth,

falsehood, or truth,

There is only one who has loved your pilgrim's soul,

Love the painful lines on your aging face.

When you hunched over the hot stove,

brooding, whispering,

Lost love, now on the mountain,

His blushes were buried in the dense constellation of stars.

After finishing writing, You Suowei was a little dazed.

This is the poem he cares about the most, and it is also the confession of love that he disdains the most.

He will always remember how his mother gently excerpted it time and time again on the beautiful paper, stroking it with soft and long fingers, and how she resolutely threw all the manuscripts into the fire, and the flames danced on her face, but The sad gray color that is no longer beautiful if it is not illuminated.

How touching the original promise was, how ironic the later betrayal was.

He dropped the pen and buried his face in his palm wearily.After so many years, the burning pain of that year is still so vivid and tragic. When I think of the poem about love, I still involuntarily copy it down.

"Mr. You, Mr. Wang is here." Huamei's voice sounded, the door of the office was opened, a thin man in a suit and leather shoes was brought in, followed by a young woman in business attire.

"Mr. Wang," You Suowei put away the papers on the table in a calm manner, and when he stood up, he had already put on his signature smile, and went up to shake hands with the visitor, "Welcome, welcome, I just had a stomachache just now, so I didn't greet you in person. It's a shame."

"Where is there, I have admired Mr. You's great name for a long time, and seeing him this time, he really lives up to his reputation!" Wang Peng had a smile on his face, grabbed You Suowei's hand and shook it vigorously.

You Suowei was a little uncomfortable with his excessive force, but he didn't show it on his face. He politely made a "please" gesture, and sat down on the sofa facing the visitor.

"Huamei, make tea for Mr. Wang, use me..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a burst of hearty laughter. Wang Peng waved his hand pretending to be teasing: "No need, Mr. You, how can such a beautiful woman be manipulated like this... Well, to tell you the truth, this time I’m here, but I’ve heard about your preferences a long time ago.” He took the beautifully packaged box handed by the secretary behind him, “This is a gift from a friend——I’m a big bastard, but I can’t enjoy such elegant things. No, I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha."

"This..." You Suowei was a little hesitant. He never thought that this Wang Peng would give gifts as soon as he came up, and put on a full posture. If he insisted on not accepting it, it would undoubtedly hurt the feelings of both parties. ...He couldn't explain why, but he was always unwilling to get too close to this person.

"Mr. You, it's just a little thought. Could it be that you don't like this thing?" Wang Peng already pretended to be unhappy, and You Suowei could only accept it, and said with a smile, "What's wrong with Mr. Wang, it's just that the gift is expensive. If you don’t do it, you won’t get rewarded for nothing!”

"Hey, you cultural people, you just think too much!" Wang Peng said, "What is the relationship between us, isn't it just a box of tea, and what is it worth!"

As soon as he waved his hand, the secretary behind him stepped forward and opened the tea leaves, and made a cup of tea for each of them. His movements were smooth and smooth, indescribably professional and graceful.