Chapter 260 Christmas Eve "Psycho, why did you ask her to slap me?" Huang Baihan muttered, in fact he didn’t particularly want to mention Mou Jiawen. Although I admit in my heart that playing with Xiao Mou is indeed simple and happy, because there is no need to think so much, just be yourself honestly. But people always have to grow up, just like I have become a person who has opened various QQ memberships, blocked relatives and friends, and then played a completely unfamiliar character in front of those unfamiliar classmates and girls I have a crush on. I used to seem to despise this kind of people the most, so I didn't like Wang Changhua. I didn't expect that one day I would move in this direction. "But so what?" Huang Baihan let out a long breath, thinking that this would make him happier, so he stopped thinking about it too much. There is a kind of pleasure in sinking under lucid consciousness. "The day after tomorrow is Christmas Eve." Huang Baihan changed the subject: "Yu Xian went to the capital, are you going to look for Song Shiwei?"

"I wonder if she has time." Chen was not too sure, wondering whether Professor Lu would take strict precautions, so he asked, "What about you? What are your plans for Christmas Eve?" "I?" Huang Baihan's eyes flickered a few times: "What plans can a single dog like me have? I'll just stay in the dormitory and maybe play some games." Chen stared at Da Huang for a long time. He could feel that Huang Baihan seemed to be lying, but he couldn't figure out his reasons and motives for lying. "Does this kid have any activities on Christmas Eve?" Chen thought to himself. At this time, Mr. and Mrs. Chen, who were taking a lunch break, got up. They didn't find it strange to see Huang Baihan, because when they were in high school, Huang Baihan often came to play with Chen. Mao Xiaoqin cut a few slices of watermelon and brought them to the study. There are all kinds of fruits available in Guangzhou in December. Then, like many Chinese parents, she asked Huang Baihan about his study and life at China University of Technology. Although Huang Baihan has changed a bit, when faced with the concern and questioning of his elders, he still hesitates as before, blushes, and speaks incoherently. Empress Dowager Mao couldn't help but wonder, her son can now do business independently, why is Huang Baihan still the same as he was in high school. "correct." Mao Xiaoqin waited until the two children finished eating the watermelon, then she took away the watermelon rind. Then she remembered something and reminded Chen: "Your cousin Mao Xintong will be coming to Guangzhou tomorrow. I will go over to clean up the dormitory in the afternoon." The "Zhongda Learning Network" team needs to recruit more customer service staff, but it would be difficult to lead a team with so many people, so Chen decided to put a relative in there to act as 007 and report to him on public opinion among employees at any time. Mao Xiaoqin called her unemployed niece from her hometown to come over, and through Lao Chen's connection, she arranged for her to live in a single dormitory for staff members of the Luhu Sub-district Office. It's a bit shabby though, so we need to clean it up first. "I'll go too." Chen stood up and said. "what are you going to do?"

Mao Xiaoqin didn't quite understand at first why she had to interfere with cleaning. "Just let him go." Chen Peisong was eating watermelon, with red juice flowing out of the corners of his mouth without any image, but he saw through Chen Zhuo's motive at a glance and said with a smile: "He is trying to win people's hearts, and he must be thinking of selling it in advance." "Oh! There's no need for family to be so polite." Although Mao Xiaoqin said this, she was very happy that Chen Zhuo thought this way in her heart. The relationship between her son and his nephews and nieces on his mother's side has always been very cold, and it would always be good to have a chance to improve it. So in the afternoon, Chen Zhuo took the free labor Huang Baihan and followed his mother to the dormitory in Luhu Street to work, and also bought simple wardrobes, table lamps and small desks. Even though Da Huang may make mistakes in relationships, he will not slack off when helping his best friends and he is still sweating profusely at the end of December. After finishing these things, he followed Chen to the office in Tech Valley. "The organization has an important task for you." Chen said with a smile. The winter vacation is coming soon, and Chen Zhuo has already prepared a lot of flyers, planning to distribute them in major universities in the university town so that these students can also be tutors when they return to their hometowns during the winter vacation. In this way, in addition to helping the company earn agency fees, it can also take the opportunity to expand the influence of Zhongda Learning Network in second-, third- and fourth-tier cities. "Here~" Chen handed a bag of flyers to Huang Baihan and asked him to start distributing them in the library and evening study rooms after returning to school on Monday. "Damn it! Is this the important task you gave me?" Huang Baihan felt a little embarrassed and declined shyly, "The learning network is already very famous in our school. There is no need to promote it anymore." "No company would mind being too famous. Besides, I'm not trying to promote myself in your school." Chen looked at Da Huang and didn't want to take it, so he stuffed the bag into his arms and said, "There is a girl named Song Qing in our company. You have met her before. She is currently working hard in the markets of various cities in the province." "From the feedback, it seems that the effect is not great. Not many parents from other places become members of the website after her persuasion. However, she still gets her salary and subsidies when she is on business trips." Chen Zhuo asked back: "So I am doing a losing business?" Da Huang was stunned by the question. He was a communications major and didn't know how to do business. He scratched his head and said, "Isn't it?" "Of course not! If you only focus on the immediate gains and losses when making money, you will never achieve great success." Chen explained: "Song Qing's promotion may seem to have had little effect, but at least it has left a little impression on many parents and students. When these college students return home with flyers during the winter vacation, and with the support of TV advertising, those parents will gradually accept our website." After hearing Chen Zhuo's eloquent explanation, Huang Baihan couldn't find a suitable reason to refute and could only accept it reluctantly. In the evening, Chen Zhuo treated Huang Baihan to a KFC family bucket, which was considered a barely comforting gesture for the depressed Da Huang. So, the winter solstice, the day of the CET-4 exam, and Saturday, the day has passed. Chen Zhuo will go home and sleep today because he has to pick up his cousin Mao Xintong tomorrow. She habitually called Yu Xian before going to bed. Today, Professor Guan took her to meet an old lady who settled in France and was a professor at the École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris. The reason why she is called "old lady" is because her age is similar to Professor Guan, but Yu Xian said that she has a very good temper and is not like Professor Guan who would curse at people.

Moreover, the other party gave Yu Xian a painting of his own handwriting for the sake of Guan Yongyi. Chen jokingly told Yu Xian to keep it well. It might not be worth a lot of money now, but when it was framed and left to his son or daughter, it might become valuable then. They chatted nonsense for a while before hanging up the phone. Chen checked QQ and found that Song Shiwei was quiet. He didn't know what happened during the dinner between her and her aunt's family. So I sent a message to Song Shiwei: Are you asleep? What are you doing? Soon, Song Shiwei also replied: Reading. Briefly but clearly told Chen what he was doing. Chen Zhuo suddenly felt a toothache. When he and Sister Sweet were face to face, they actually still had something to talk about, but now facing the cold phone, Song Shiwei's cold speaking style was directly magnified, so that it was as if he was facing an AI robot. Chen thought about it and brought over the content of his usual chats with Yu Xian. He replied: Huang Baihan came to see me in the afternoon... we talked about him and Mou Jiawen... then we helped to tidy up the dormitory for my cousin... and finally I gave Huang Baihan the study network flyer... and we ate KFC together... Song Shiwei was reading a book while waiting for Chen's message, and 10 minutes later he received a "short essay" of more than 200 words. Looking at the detailed description, although Sister Sweet felt a little dizzy for a moment, she could feel that Chen Zhe wanted to share his daily life with her. She pondered for a moment and typed on her phone: We had dinner with my aunt's family, talked about the recent world economic situation, the domestic stock market, and then... Song Shi frowned slightly, and suddenly deleted it with a "da da da" sound, and then changed it to "We had dinner with my aunt's family, talked about work for a while, and then went home..." However, Song Shiwei still seemed dissatisfied and deleted it again and re-edited it. Anyway, the content that Chen Zhuo saw in the end was: After we finished our meal with my aunt, we went home and have been here ever since. “It’s really short.” This reply is both hilarious and ridiculous. It is simply a typical "Shiwei style". "All right……" Chen Zhuo was not angry, but he also felt that this way of sharing daily chats was not suitable for him and Sister Sweet, so he was planning to say "good night" to Song Shiwei. Unexpectedly, she may have realized that this reply was too distant, so she sent two more messages in a row. Shi Wei: It’s not that I don’t want to share my daily life, nor do I mean to be perfunctory with you, I’m just not used to it. Shi Wei: I can tell you when we meet, if you are not bored and still want to listen. Chen smiled slightly. He could feel Sister Sweet's seriousness and sincerity between the lines. So Chen replied: "Okay! Then pick a free night and tell me." When Song Shiwei saw Chen Zhuo's reply, she subconsciously wanted to ask: "The night after tomorrow?" The night after tomorrow is Christmas Eve. If Chen Zhuo were a normal couple, he should make an appointment with me. But Song Shiwei did not ask this question, but replied: "Okay." It is still her unique style, seemingly indifferent and unkind.

Chen Zhuo didn't say anything else. He looked at the moonlight shining through the curtains onto the desk, making the ground bright. "Good night." Chen replied. Song Shiwei: Good night. I don’t look at the moon, nor do I say I miss you, so both the moon and you are kept in the dark. …… The next day was December 12rd, Sunday. Chen's task today was to meet her cousin Mao Xintong with her parents. The bus from Heyuan to Guangzhou takes more than three hours. She set off after lunch and arrived at the provincial bus station around 3 pm. In fact, Chen Zhuo had no impression of this cousin. He only vaguely remembered that he went back to his grandfather's house during the Spring Festival in high school and found this cousin who had a little baby fat and had a perm, the most popular "Shamatte" style of hair in the urban-rural fringe area. Although Chen Zhuo was not reborn at that time, he also felt that this hairstyle was really tacky. However, there was one small incident that left a deep impression on him. That year, many adults were playing cards and mahjong, and the ground was covered with melon seed shells. Among so many younger generations, only the second sister with the afro was able to clean up the place skillfully with a broom. After a few years, my second sister's afro has disappeared and was replaced by a neat short hair, but the baby fat seems to have not disappeared, which may be the reason for her slight obesity. She looks okay, and her face resembles that of her aunt Mao Xiaoqin, but she is a little chubby. Mao Xintong was obviously a little nervous when she saw Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin. After all, to her, this aunt and uncle might be the best couple in the family. "Second sister." Chen Zhuo took the initiative to go over and help with the luggage. Mao Xintong was shocked. In her previous impression, Chen Zhe was her aunt's favorite child. She never did housework, as long as he had good academic performance. I heard that this cousin lived up to everyone's expectations and his college entrance examination score seemed to be enough to get him into Peking University, but in the end he stayed in the best university in eastern Guangdong and studied the best major. Mao Xintong started working after graduating from high school. She couldn't get into college because of her poor grades, so she has always been a little in awe of her little cousin. I am in awe of his family and his achievements, but I feel like there is a gap between us and we have almost no topics to communicate. So when she saw Chen reaching out his hand, Mao Xintong subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Mao Xiaoqin said, "Your brother is an adult now, it's okay to let him carry you a little." Mao Xintong then handed over a bag: "This is the dried fish that my mother fried. She knows that my uncle likes to eat this. There are also two bottles of pickled mustard tuber that my aunt used to like to eat." Chen Peisong chuckled and said, "Thank your parents for me." This is a sign of being a good person. Knowing that Old Chen is the head of the family, Mao Xiaoqin and Chen Zhe would generally not object to the decisions he makes. After arriving at the dormitory, Mao Xintong was obviously a little surprised when she saw the neat and clean dormitory. Naturally, she had never thought about living in her aunt's house. Before she came to Guangzhou, her parents had told her many times that this was one of the few opportunities for her to leave Heyuan, so she must be flexible and not be annoying, and must not be afraid of hardship. Because only if I can please my uncle and aunt, I will be able to settle down in Guangzhou in the future. Mao Xintong was mentally prepared to endure hardships, but she didn't expect that she would be able to live in a single dormitory in a government unit, which was clean and tidy and had everything she needed.

"Thank you, aunt and uncle." Mao Xintong thanked Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin. "And your brother." Mao Xiaoqin said: "Yesterday afternoon, Chen Zhuo and I spent half a day cleaning here. All the clothes were soaked. These wardrobes were bought and brought back by him." "what?" Mao Xintong's round face was filled with shock. This was completely different from her preconceived impression of her little cousin. Chen Xiaoxiao didn't mind. Since she had been in Guangzhou for a long time, she would get to know herself slowly. However, it didn't take long, until Mao Xintong, when she returned to the North Campus of Donghu Lake for dinner that night, realized that she had been called to the provincial capital because her little cousin was starting a business in college and was in urgent need of manpower due to rapid expansion. Chen Zhuo also emphasized to this chubby second sister that they must not reveal their relationship at the company, and just say that they were introduced by a friend to come here for training... Mao Xintong, who just came from a small city, was indoctrinated with too much information today, which made her a little unacceptable and of course nervous. She originally thought it was a job introduced by her uncle and aunt, but unexpectedly it was her younger cousin's company. "How old is Chen Zhe this year?" Mao Xintong silently calculated: "She seems to be three years younger than me, so she is only 18. She won't go bankrupt in just two months..." Mao Xintong used to work as a salesperson in a shopping mall. She never expected that such a good shopping mall would suddenly go bankrupt, so she was particularly sensitive to this. But now that we are in Guangzhou, it is too late to say anything. I just don’t know if my cousin’s thighs are thick enough for me to settle down in Guangzhou. …… Woke up on December 12th. Christmas Eve before Christmas. on Monday. When Chen was eating at home in the morning, he felt inexplicably a little restless. He felt as if there were a lot of things to do and a lot of things to happen that day, but he couldn't point out which one it was. This is relatively rare for someone as extremely organized as him. I had just finished a class after arriving at the classroom when my cell phone suddenly started buzzing as if it was bombarded. Chen Zhuo's heart suddenly tightened. He took out his cell phone and looked at it. There were many calls and messages, but to sum it up, there was only one sentence: The A-share market hit the limit down. The stock price hit the limit down at the opening! ······ (End of this chapter)