thoughtful

After tossing and turning all night, Raymond went out the next day restlessly, almost forgetting his briefcase.

Li Yuping, who was frying eggs in the kitchen, couldn't help calling him to remind him: "What's the matter with you? Are you restless?"

"It's nothing..." Raymond wobbled and turned back to get his briefcase, "Don't worry, it's really all right."

Feeling that something was wrong with him, Li Yuping came over with a spatula, and Lei Meng subconsciously took a step back.

Li Yuping: "..."

Realizing that he was exaggerating, Lei Meng pretended to cough: "Well, how is Dad?"

Lei Zhentian's topic successfully diverted Li Yuping's attention: "Recently, it's been pretty stable. We'll go to the hospital today to discuss the time of surgery. If you're free after get off work, come along."

"Okay, then I'll go first!" Lei Meng escaped from death and ran out of the community like flying.

Driving on the highway in a small car, Lei Meng comforted himself that yesterday was just a dream, and when he stepped into the company, maybe he could see Song Sifan's dazzling face again.

It's a pity that the reality has always been skinny and thin. The door of the project management director's office was closed, afraid of arousing suspicion, Lei Meng didn't dare to stay at the door for a long time, and walked away silently.

Song Sifan did not come back.

All the way to the seat, Lei Meng was in a state of mind wandering all morning, no matter what he did, he couldn't devote himself to it, and when his mind was empty, he would worry about what happened to Song Sifan.

Finally, in the afternoon, Lei Meng accidentally opened the project management yellow system, and after entering the password several times, he was prompted that the login failed, obviously he had no permission.

Sure enough... throw it away after use?

Lei Meng smiled bitterly, and then used Song Sifan's account to log into the blue system.As expected, the Yongsheng project was marked with an eye-catching red sign, announcing the fact that the project had been forced to suspend.

Raymond sighed, turned off the system, and was so irritable that he couldn't work properly. He picked up the teacup, ran to the pantry and poured a cup of coffee without sugar and milk, trying to force himself to calm down with bitterness.

Everything from yesterday is still vivid, especially Song Sifan's last look.He clearly wanted to say something... I don't know if he was worried about something because the director of personnel was present, but Song Sifan hesitated to speak, and finally just looked at him silently.

How can people guess with just one look!Raymond angrily threw the coffee cup in his hand on the ground. He hated this kind of "guess" game the most!

--and many more.

He seemed to have dropped something just now... Lei Meng glanced tremblingly at the ground, and the broken body of the ceramic teacup forced him to face the fact of "the fate of the cup".

Raymond: "..."

cup:"……"

After tidying up the remnants of the teacup, Lei Meng was even more depressed and didn't want to work. He got into the elevator and went up to the third floor, wanting to go to Xu Yao's side to find out about the situation.

As a result, Xu Yao was not there either.

Lei Meng, who had two bad noses, turned and went downstairs dejectedly, recalling yesterday's conversation, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, what did Xu Yao seem to say yesterday?

"If you're worried, go to Song Sifan's house tomorrow."

Worry.tomorrow.Song Sifan's house.

Looking at it now, every word is full of temptation, but why didn't Xu Yao mention get off work or weekend, but why did he say tomorrow?

The next day was Wednesday, not a good time to visit by any means.Xu Yao said that on purpose... What is he implying?

Thinking of this, Lei Meng didn't care about the clock-in time, grabbed his coat and went downstairs and drove to Song Sifan's house.

Fortunately, there was a record before, and the community security let him in without asking anything.Lei Meng drove downstairs to Song Sifan, and saw the small wine-red BMW parked in the parking space at a glance. He immediately felt very friendly and parked the small car next to it.

The unit door of the high-end residential area is unlocked by fingerprints. Lei Meng squatted at the door for a long time before waiting for someone to open the door from inside. Lei Meng pretended not to care and waited for the person to go away, and blocked it with his toes one second before the unit door automatically closed. door, slipped in.

After going upstairs and finding the door, Lei Meng tried a few expressions to face Song Sifan, and finally found that he couldn't make a strong smile, so he lowered his face and pressed the doorbell resignedly.

The door opened, and Song Sifan seemed to be in good spirits, but he was still in formal attire at home. Lei Meng stared at his unkempt hairstyle, a little dazed.

Song Sifan was obviously surprised, and subconsciously glanced into the room. This unintentional move made Lei Meng suspicious. Could there be someone else?

After changing his shoes, he walked into the living room. When he looked up, Lei Meng saw a sharp-edged face, with amber eyes shining with pride.

Raymond twitched the corner of his mouth: "Tommie, you're here too..."

Xu Yao glanced at him and turned his head.

Lei Meng looked at Song Sifan, who was well-dressed, and Xu Yao, who was also well-dressed, and there was no evil thought at all!

It's so boring.

Song Sifan went to sit down opposite Xu Yao, and beckoned to him: "Come and sit."

Raymond weighed the former boss and the current boss, and decisively chose the seat next to the current boss.

Song Sifan took a sip of tea slowly: "Mr. Xu, the show needs more people to be exciting, what do you think?"

Xu Yao picked up the teacup and blew away the foam on the surface of the tea: "It's up to you, you are the director anyway."

Song Sifan cleared his throat: "The thing is like this: a long, long time ago..."

Xu Yao put down his teacup heavily, "Fart quickly, I'm busy."

"Mr. Xu, why don't you cooperate with the director's work at all..." Song Sifan was not annoyed, and looked at him with a smile, "Go back and pick up Xiao Mochen from get off work?"

Xu Yao snorted noncommittally: "The time to meet Mr. Chen of Yongsheng has been made, so don't be late."

"Okay, the last thing I need now is time."

"Then I'll go first, you guys tell the story slowly." Xu Yao drank up the water in the teacup, "Thank you for the tea."

"I'll see you off." Song Sifan followed Xu Yao to stand up, but the latter ignored him, closed the door and left.

When Song Sifan sat down again, Lei Meng couldn't help asking: "Is the Yongsheng project really yellow?"

"You can go to the project management system to see."

"I went, but they have already canceled my yellow system permissions." When it comes to this, Raymond's chest feels tight, and the feeling of throwing it away after using it is really bad.

"It's yellow if you say it's yellow, and it's not yellow if you say it's not yellow."

"……What's the meaning?"

"Do you remember Hengwei? Not only did it go on, but it was successfully completed."

"Well, I remember, but how does that work?"

"Have you noticed that the companies in the yellow system look up?"

"Well, it seems to be called 'Wenwu' company, but I checked, and there is no such company at all!"

Song Sifan smiled: "Of course you can't find out. Zia's project administrator pretended to suspend the project in Zia's blue system, but actually transferred to the yellow system to continue operation. That is to say, using Zia's Mingtou went outside to receive the order, and then transferred it to Wenwu Company for low-cost production, labeled it as Zia Company, and sold it to customers. In fact, this order and these products did not go from Zia Company at all, and the money was taken away by others. .”

"I get it, but...why would they do that?"

"Zia insists on taking the high-end route, so the price is naturally high, and private companies have low labor costs. They produce products at a much lower cost than Zia, and then print Zia's logo on them and send them to customers. The difference between the prices is a fraction of the price. The wages offered to everyone are much higher than Zia’s. Customers think it is Zia’s product from the beginning to the end, so they won’t be suspicious.”

An order has to go through countless departments from receipt to completion of delivery. It is not something that a single department of the project management department can accomplish in such a stealthy way.

Raymond thought about it in horror: "Is this against the law? Who has the guts?"

"Involving so many people, it is definitely not perfect. Last year, when the group headquarters' financial audit was conducted, some clues were found, but someone directly let the previous director of the project management department take the blame, put all the responsibility on him, and let him go. people."

"So you have the opportunity to come?"

"Well. So you should be able to guess, who has the guts to play tricks under the noses of the group headquarters, who else is there in this company?"

After a little thought, Raymond gave the answer: "General manager?"

Song Sifan smiled: "The answer is correct, plus ten points!"

"This matter...Tommie also knew about it earlier?"

"Yes, the general manager tried to pull him into the water, but he didn't want to join forces and kept prevaricating. This time he also wanted to solve this problem once and for all, so he planned to join forces with me."

Raymond didn't know what to say. Before, he always clamored for help, but when he really knew the truth, he doubted whether he had the ability to help.

Song Sifan seemed to see his worries, and leaned his upper body on the coffee table: "So, this is a matter of losing your job if you fail. Xu Yao and I can only help ourselves out because we are already in this big pit. .But you are different, you still have other options.”

Raymond looked at him suspiciously: "What choice?"

"This...it depends on you. Sometimes, knowing too much will make you tired." Song Sifan looked at Lei Meng seriously, "I don't want you to be too tired."

Raymond held his forehead helplessly, while saying the words to push him away, staring at him like this over and over again, how can people choose?

"So, do you still want to join the team?" Because of Xu Yao's absence, Song Sifan relaxed his sitting posture and leaned casually, his brows raised lightly, as if asking casually.

Raymond looked down at the teacup. With every movement he made, the tea in the cup swayed, occasionally a few pieces of tea leaves floated up and sank again.Life is like this tea, there are few moments when you can decide for yourself, especially when the person you like is by your side, quietly waiting for your answer.

——like a marriage proposal.Raymond thought.

Then he looked up and said firmly, "Yes! I want to join you."

The author has something to say: The radio script of "A Little Light Like a Promise" was planned for Christmas (yes, the same time as I planned to finish "Thoughts"), but due to various uncontrollable reasons, it had to be released again. Postponed for one month (at least), I hope that "Thinking" will be released smoothly when it ends~

But the ED has already been done first!Interested little angels can go to the Weibo of Nian Gao Gao to see → @御年糕

The ED link is in the copywriting, and the post bar is also posted~

By the way, the ED is sung by Song Sifan's cv (the voice is great), don't ask me why Ma Song always gave the ending song to Xu Xuxipi's record...

PS: For the sake of happiness, the next chapter has high energy! ! !