Zeng Kun opened the security door of the second bedroom, and his wife Xia Huilan was cooking in an apron.
After seeing her husband come back, she first put down the spatula in her hand, went out to take the briefcase, and then handed over the thermos cup.
The thermos cup contained tea that her husband had brewed early after get off work. Zeng Kun could drink it when he got home. It was neither cold nor hot, except that the tea inside had been brewed a little too long and tasted a little bitter.
However, it was only bitter at the beginning, and soon a sweetness fermented in the throat. Zeng Kun preferred this kind of taste that was bitter at first and then sweet.
"Where's Zeng Yumin?"
Zeng Kun put down his cup and asked.
"Maybe listen to music in the room."
Xia Huilan said.
Zeng Kun took a look at his daughter's room, and there was faint sound of music coming from inside. He couldn't help but ask: "She has no class this afternoon, and doesn't she study at home?"
"No."
Xia Huilan shook her head, with a bit of complaint in her tone: "It's all you who instilled in her that 'it doesn't matter if you can't find a job, your father will support you for the rest of your life.' She will be a senior next year and doesn't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination or do an internship."
Zeng Kun was stunned for a moment, then muttered: "It's not like I can't afford it."
Looking at her tough-talking husband, Xia Huilan sighed inwardly.
My daughter doesn’t know, her relatives don’t know, and her friends may not know, but she, as a wife, knows everything. Lao Zeng’s monthly fixed income is only 12,000.
The family of three had enough to eat and drink, no problem.
But it is not at all like what my daughter thought. Her father is a great professor who has projects and bonuses in school. Otherwise, Zeng Yumin would not have to go to JNU and could just go to CUHK.
It’s not like what relatives and friends think. Professor Zeng of CUHK has a deep network of connections and a wide range of contacts. It will be no problem to ask him for help with any small matter.
However, because of a man's pride, Zeng Kun never denied these misunderstandings from beginning to end, and he was unable to tell everyone the true situation in the workplace.
Relatives and friends are fine, but my image of greatness in my daughter's heart may be shattered.
"I'll help you cook."
Zeng Kun didn't want to talk about these irritating things at home, so he took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen.
Not long after, the couple simply cooked three side dishes, and Lao Zeng walked over and called his daughter to eat.
There was just a "click" of the door, and a girl about 166cm tall with a pretty and pretty face walked out of the room.
Even though one of Zeng Kun and Xia Huilan was complaining because of the unsatisfactory work, and the other looked a little older because of housework, judging from their physical appearance, neither of them were actually ugly people, and now their good qualities have been passed down to their daughter.
Zeng Yumin, 21, is a junior at JNU. Several boys are silently pursuing her, but Zeng Yumin doesn't like any of them.
"Dad, you're back."
Zeng Yumin happily greeted her father, with a sense of arrogance between her brows.
This kind of "arrogance" does not include "jiao", but simply feels that one's family conditions are good and one is beautiful, so there is an air of arrogance attached to it.
"Minmin, daddy made your favorite Kung Pao Chicken today."
Zeng Kun was the daughter of an old man, so she loved her very much.
"Thank you dad!"
Zeng Yumin took Zeng Kun to the dining table. Old Zeng, who was not popular in school, smiled so much that his wrinkles faded a lot.
The family had two bites of food. Xia Huilan was a mother and was not so pampered, so she said in a clichéd tone: "Zeng Yumin, you will be a senior next year. You are not preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination now, and you don't want to do an internship during the summer. Have you ever considered your future?"
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"I'm not in a hurry."
Zeng Yumin, who was playing with his mobile phone, rolled his eyes and said disapprovingly: "Anyway, I have a dad. He can arrange a job for me casually, and the monthly salary should be at least over ten thousand."
"A monthly salary of over 10,000?"
Xia Huilan thought to herself that your father has been working for decades, and now he only earns 12,000 yuan a month. You are not afraid of being tongue-tied when you say something like this.
"Except for a very small number of students from the top majors of China University of Science and Technology, who can get the current fresh graduates with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan?"
Xia Huilan scolded.
"That's why I said rely on my dad!"
Zeng Yumin took a piece of chicken to Lao Zeng: "Dad, will you help me?"
"Yes, yes."
Zeng Kun was already smiling from ear to ear while eating the chicken his daughter brought him.
"have a look!"
Zeng Yumin glanced at her mother in disbelief, as if to say, "It doesn't matter if I'm a waste, as long as my dad is great!"
Xia Huilan looked at her innocent and even silly daughter, so speechless that she didn't know how to persuade her.
Not only that, Zeng Yumin also pestered Lao Zeng and said that she wanted to buy a car after graduation so that she would not have to squeeze in the subway when commuting to get off work.
"Your dad is still squeezing the subway to work now!"
Xia Huilan could no longer bear it and loudly educated her ignorant daughter.
"My dad doesn't drive. That's because he said walking to work is environmentally friendly."
Zeng Yumin retorted plausibly: "My dad has this kind of high-spirited spirit to reduce emissions for the whole society, but I don't have it, can't I?"
When she was young, Zeng Yumin asked why other people's families had cars but not her own.
Zeng Kun used the excuse "air pollution is too serious, insist on green and low-carbon travel". Not only did he perfectly explain that he had no money to buy a car, he also showed what social responsibility is in front of his daughter, which improved his own image.
Xia Huilan knew very well that she did not buy a car simply because she had no money, and was planning to persuade her daughter to give up the idea of ​​buying a car.
Then I heard Zeng Kun suddenly say: "Why are you making noise while eating!"
"What's the noise about?"
Xia Huilan thought to herself that her family couldn't afford hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a car. I can't be such a bad person. Are you willing to do it?
“It’s just a car, if you want to buy it, just buy it!”
Zeng Kun suddenly stood up, and under Xia Huilan's surprised gaze, he took out a thick envelope from his briefcase and handed it over.
"This is……"
Xia Huilan knew a lot after weighing it.
But this is not the time to pay wages. Is it bonus time?
Don't be kidding, Xia Huilan shook her head, her husband was insulated from this thing.
"A technology company hired me as a manager."
Zeng Kun tried to keep his tone as understated as possible: "I haven't agreed yet and haven't done anything yet, but their boss gave me the first month's salary first."
"What?"
Xia Huilan and Zeng Yumin expressed surprise at the same time.
Xia Huilan was surprised that this was such a boss with no vision!
Invite Lao Zeng, who has no resources, as a manager. If the company can survive for two months without going bankrupt, it will be considered a good thing.
Zeng Yumin was surprised that her father often said that the current bosses are too selfish and not as honest as the previous entrepreneurs, so he did not want to work for them.
"Dad, don't you dislike today's private enterprises?"
Zeng Yumin asked out the doubts in her heart.
"This boss is different."
Zeng Kun not only wanted to be consistent and complete the lie, but also to further convince himself, so he explained to Zeng Yumin: "This boss has a gentle and generous personality, and I am more compatible, so I will help him."
"Mom, my dad has finally left the mountain!"
Zeng Yumin smiled and said: "Can I say that I have a father who is a manager in the future?"
"Uh-huh……"
Xia Huilan was puzzled, thinking that not only had your father finally left the mountain, he had been hanging around at the foot of the mountain for decades, and now someone was finally willing to open a door for him.
…
After finishing the meal, Zeng Yumin continued to go back to the room to listen to music.
After Xia Huilan washed the dishes, she returned to the bedroom and saw her husband holding a business card and looking at it over and over.
She leaned over and took a look, and saw "Zeng Kun, General Manager of Guangzhou Suhui Information Technology Co., Ltd." printed on it.
"Retrospective?"
Xia Huilan frowned: "What a strange name. Is this the company that invited you?"
"Um."
Zeng Kun responded with a sound in his throat.
"Does this boss know your current situation? Old Zeng, if it doesn't work, just resign. Don't hurt others."
Xia Huilan was a kind person, and she thought that the other party, like her daughter, was blinded by Zeng Kunming's apparent identity.
"What do you mean?"
Zeng Kun raised his head. Even though his colleagues and leaders looked down on him, even his wife, who had always been close to him, didn't believe him.
"I just feel that although life is a little harder now, it's not impossible."
Xia Huilan put down her water-stained sleeves and said calmly: "With such a high monthly salary of 10,000 yuan, if I don't meet the other party's requirements, it will not only be hot to hold, but I will also be scared for fear of offending others."
When Zeng Kun heard his wife say this, and then looked at his wife who was clearly in her early fifties and already had gray hair on her temples, her eyes suddenly turned red.
"Just keep this money safely."
Zeng Kun's eyes were firm, as if a drowning man had suddenly grasped a life-saving straw, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "No matter what happens to the company in the future, Chen Zhu will never complain to me!"
At this moment, Lao Zeng was like a spring that had been squeezed for many years, and suddenly the burden and entanglement on his body were taken away. He was determined to use all his strength to eject, burning all the energy left in his useless life.
Xia Huilan hadn't seen her husband in this state for a long time, so she asked nervously: "Chen Zhu...is he the boss of that company?"
"That's right!"
Zeng Kun picked up his cell phone and walked to the balcony, intending to accept Chen Zhu's invitation.
Chen Zhu was not surprised at all by this call, but Professor Zeng was very enthusiastic. He not only asked about the business scope of retroactive technology, but also what he could do now.
To sum it up in one sentence:
Kun has been wandering for half his life, only regretting that he has never met his father. If he does not abandon him, Kun is willing to shed his blood and devote himself to the company until his death.
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Chapter completed!