After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

"Sister Shen Xing?!"

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "Why, are you surprised to see me?"

"What a coincidence..." Wu Qian got off the bicycle and steadied his hands, both surprised and at a loss.

"Unfortunately," she said, "I came here specifically to find you."

Wu Qian's eyes were dazed: "?"

"Talk in another place, I'm tired of standing."

"Oh! There's a convenience store next to it..."

Outside the convenience store, there are several tables and chairs.

Wu Qian locked the bicycle, went in and bought two bottles of mineral water, put one bottle by Jiang Fuyue's hand and kept the other bottle for himself, and then sat down.

"I'm sorry, there are no coffee shops or restaurants nearby, so I can only take a moment."

Jiang Fuyue waved her hand and looked away from his locked bicycle, "I remember you have a scooter."

The man was taken aback: "Sold it last week."

Jiang Fuyue didn't ask him the reason, only said, "Have you found a job?"

"Hmm. Administrative work in a small company."

"Or the live broadcast industry?"

Wu Qian shook his head and laughed at himself: "I may really not be suitable for this line of work. Every time I change jobs, I think I can go further, but in fact, the worse I get, the worse I get, this time I will be fired directly..."

Having said this, he paused, "Sorry for letting you hear these negative things."

Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips: "Your evaluation of yourself is completely opposite to Jiang Chenxing."

"Shen Xing..." The man hesitated, "I saw that his live broadcast stopped, are you alright? Did Yimi's collapse affect him? I knew it!" Wu Qian gritted his teeth and smashed him in the leg angrily. With a punch, "Zhang Kehua, that villain, must be trying to trick you into re-signing the contract..."

"You are still paying attention to this line." Jiang Fuyue used a declarative sentence.

Wu Qian's eyes flickered slightly: "Just, I usually swipe the Internet occasionally. In the era of big data, push or something may be related to the industry I used to work in, so... this is normal!"

He had a serious expression and earnest words, and he didn't know whether he was telling Jiang Fuyue or convincing himself.

"Really?" the girl asked back, "The big data push tells you that Jiang Chenxing has stopped broadcasting?"

Wu Qian: "..."

"Since you watched his live broadcast, you should have noticed the fans' comments."

The man frowned: "What are you trying to say?"

Jiang Fuyue: "Nearly one-third of the messages asked 'Angkor' to go back. How do you feel about this?"

Embarrassment flashed in Wu Qian's eyes, he narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly: "I am a loser, I lacked courage and courage when I was young, and I couldn't get out of my comfort zone; people only choose to change jobs when they are middle-aged, oh, actually It doesn’t count as job-hopping, strictly speaking, it can only be called being forced to change jobs. If I don’t jump, my employer will resign me sooner or later…”

The man was sitting on a cheap plastic chair, with the dark night behind him, his face was filled with depression and depression, like a big tree bent by a blizzard, unable to stand up again.

Wu Qian was just an unremarkable member of the huge middle-aged group, unknown, content with the status quo, and a heart that wanted to develop, but did not have the energy to go upstream.

He was even worse.

The failure of the business led directly to the breakdown of the marriage.

Overnight, the wife, the children, the car, the house, and the money were gone.

His first 20 years of struggle turned into a joke, and half his life's efforts turned into a bubble.

"...I'm not worth it," he said. "Not worth it at all."

"Just accepting fate?" The girl's voice remained unchanged, without sympathy or sigh.

As if it was just a question.

admit it?

Wu Qian held his head in his hands.

But what can he do now except admit his fate?

"I'm forty, not fourteen, not twenty, I..."

Jiang Fuyue: "Does age matter?"

Wu Qian: "At least it's easier to succeed."

"Then did you succeed when you were fourteen or twenty?"

"……No."

"Does age still matter now?"

"...I don't know." The man looked blank.

Jiang Fuyue frowned slightly when she saw his depressed look: "I didn't come here today."

After speaking, get up and leave.

At this moment, she was disappointed.

No matter what kind of difficulties and hardships she encountered in her previous life or this life, there was no word "give up" in her dictionary.

Wu Qian's deadly attitude really made her feel uncomfortable.

A big man, even if he falls, even if he loses his arm and breaks his leg, as long as he still has a breath, he shouldn't be so useless!

Jiang Fuyue is not a psychological tutor, and she should not do the work of giving directions to the maze.

Wu Qian figured it out, and she didn't mind pulling him; if she couldn't figure it out, it could only prove that the other party was a dude who couldn't help him, and it wasn't worth bothering about.

"Wait a moment--"

At this moment, the man who was still complaining suddenly stood up and shouted at the back of the girl leaving.

Jiang Fuyue stopped, but did not look back.

Wu Qian knew that this was his last chance. After 40 years of living, there has never been a more sober moment than now.

"Can you help me?" He paused, his eyes burning hot.

Jiang Fuyue turned back, "Okay."

After half a minute, the two returned to their original seats.

Wu Qian: "What should I do?"

Jiang Fuyue: "Go back and continue to be Jiang Chenxing's manager. I will prepare a separate brokerage contract. It's the old rule. You can only bring him one."

"In addition, there are 500,000..." Su Bai pressed a check with his fingertips and pushed it in front of the man, "Yimi fell, but Linhuai's anchor industry will not be left blank, you take this money Money, how many fish can you catch in this muddy water, big fish or small fish depends on your ability."

Wu Qian looked at the bold "Five Hundred Thousand Thousand Yuan" in front of him, and inevitably fell into sluggishness.

"You..." He swallowed his saliva. He didn't have the surprise of suddenly getting rich, but was full of fear. "Where did you get so much money?"

Didn't the Jiang family run a pancake shop?

Why can a child give out 500,000 easily?

That's right, in Wu Qian's view, Jiang Fuyue is just a child.

Although she has a mature mind, a bright mind, and even has a foresight and a strong courage that even adults do not have.

But she is only eighteen years old! so young! Still studying, relying on parents to support...

"I can't ask for this money!"

Jiang Fuyue was expressionless: "Do you know where you lost?"

Wu Qian: "?"

The young girl did not save half face for this middle-aged uncle——

She said, "Your prudence will make you miss opportunities; your forward thinking will make it difficult for you to show your skills; it is absolutely unnecessary to meddle in your own business and get to the bottom of it!"

Wu Qian frowned, unable to refute.

Because she was right!

I am such a person.

Courage, courage, killing, and decisiveness are all absent.

"Then why did you choose me?" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning.

Jiang Fuyue is rich, she can choose anyone, why is it herself? And why is it yourself?

The girl smiled: "Although you have many shortcomings, your advantages are equally outstanding."

"Advantages?" Wu Qian was stunned.

Does he have it?

Jiang Fuyue: "You are kind and have a bottom line."

Wu Qian: "Isn't it cowardly, soft-hearted, and lacking in courage?"

Jiang Fuyue nodded: "Yes."

"..."

"But none of that matters."

Wu Qian: "?"

Jiang Fuyue: "Your concern and seriousness towards Jiang Chenxing is the fundamental reason why you were chosen."

...

"Jiuye, the front is blocked." Inside the quiet car, the driver opened his mouth cautiously.

Xie Dingyuan opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Driver: "I know a small road. You can bypass the congested road by crossing the residential area on the opposite side, do you see?"

"Then go around."

"Eh!"

The driver immediately turned around and drove into the residential area.

A black Bentley traverses a dilapidated street, looking out the window of an old residential building that keeps going backwards.

Everything seemed so out of place.

"Ninth Master... Can I pull over for a while? There is a convenience store in front of me, and I promised to buy candy for Nan Nan..."

"Can."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stepped on the brakes to stop the Bentley.

Then he pushed the door down, crossed the road, and plunged into the convenience store across the street that was still open.

Due to the large steps, the coat was lifted and threw onto the arm of a middle-aged man sitting at the door of the store.

"I'm sorry, brother, are you not hurt?" The driver immediately apologized.

Wu Qian waved his hand: "It's okay."

Then, bent over to pick up the check that was tossed to the ground.

The driver said sorry again before entering the store.

Wu Qian continued to talk to Jiang Fuyue.

Just at this moment, in the Bentley across the street, Xie Dingyuan lowered the window, intending to take a breath...

One is two thousand words, and two is eleven o'clock.

Xie 99: Today is another day with a sense of existence~