20 years of restarting life

Chapter 393 About Choice
Generally speaking, Zhao Changan is quite satisfied with the situation of the 'Jurassic' Zheng City branch.

In just half a month, Liu Yihui successfully completed the first phase of recruitment and marketing of the branch.

The respective responsibilities and authorities are clearly defined among the employees.

Straighten out the relationship between warehousing, assembly, testing, distribution, quality user satisfaction tracking and feedback, finance, logistics, network and offline promotion.

Steadily set up the shelf of the branch office.

That night, Zhao Changan hosted a banquet for all the employees of the 'Jurassic' Zhengshi branch, as well as Ge Weipeng, Ke Ziwei, Ma Yuanwu, and Cao Liqi.

In addition to the sixteen members of the Textile Specialty Marketing Society, Shu Jiawei, assistant to the president of the Textile Academy next door.

"Let's not talk about too much. The Textile Institute was originally a team. Later, in order to increase the number of textile colleges and universities in the province, a wall was built in the campus and it became two teams. Both Lao Ke and I Graduated from Taikong major of Textile Institute, one class, nearly 20 years of friendship."

When the wine was hot, Shu Jiawei happily expressed his willingness to work as the big boss of the Textile Institute, to see if the next batch of computers purchased by the Textile Institute can be ordered directly from 'Jurassic'.

Zhao Changan, Liu Cui, and a group of employees of the 'Jurassic' Zhengshi branch were all extremely excited.

"If you are really interested in Jurassic, I suggest that your promotion should be done more frequently in the near future, and your influence will be more obvious, especially around the Textile Institute. You should highlight your advantages. First, it is absolute quality assurance; second , the price/performance ratio must be reasonable. It can make money, but how can enterprise M survive and develop if it doesn’t make money? But you also have to give the school an appropriate amount of profits.”

Zhao Changan and Ge Weipeng glanced at each other.

Seeing Ge Weipeng's affirmative look in his eyes, he knew whether the next batch of computer purchases for Fangzhuan could be purchased without any problems.

However, as long as you are sensible and sensible, the group of Textile Academy basically did not run away.

The reason is that since the separation of the family, the Textile College has been the little brother of the Textile Academy for the past ten years. If this face is not given, then the Textile Academy is too uninteresting, and people will definitely be pointed at the spine and scolded.

That night, Liu Yihui showed off his majesty at the wine table, tacitly teamed up with Ge Weipeng, and had a party with Ke Ziwei and Shu Jiawei.

And Ma Yuanwu and Cao Liqi also returned home happily.

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"How about it? One person is in charge of a large area, and has to make decisions in every aspect, life and death, and promises are guaranteed. It's very enjoyable, right?"

Zhao Changan handed Liu Yihui a cigarette, and Liu Cui, the three of them stood on the streets of Zheng City at night in early spring.

"Is it enjoyable? At first, I almost died of worry."

Liu Yihui was drunk, and was reminded by Zhao Changan of the time more than ten days ago: "They always come up with various plans for me to choose, and sometimes the next one is so close to getting a kitchen knife. What worries me is, I think what they say seems to make sense. Shit!"

Zhao Changan asked with a smile: "How do you choose in the end, whoever has the loudest voice is right, or which one do you think is better?"

"How is it possible? If you want to say that the voice is very reasonable, the second idiot in my village is invincible in arguing with the whole village, but everyone says he is an idiot. As for what I think is right, I don't even know how smart I am and how stupid I am. The concept that I think is true doesn’t really make any sense.”

"Old Liu, you can do it. After more than ten days as Mr. Liu, he started to play debates for me, but it's really good if you think so."

Zhao Changan asked Liu Yihui with a smile: "Then how did you choose, whether to ask the paper group when everything is unresolved, or to hold a meeting and brainstorm?"

Liu Yihui said a little timidly, "I depend on my mood."

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Changan laughed and asked Liu Yihui: "Old Liu, do you think I will take a red taxi to stand out, or a blue taxi to be low-key and luxurious?"

"what?"

Liu Yihui drank a little too much today, staring at Zhao Changan in a daze, feeling that Boss An's question is really weird.

"The higher-ranking person can choose at will for issues that are not core in nature. However, the choice must be decisive and indisputable. Once it is made, it is easy not to change it. You only need to make a choice. As for whether your choice is the best and the best It doesn't matter if there is a better or better option."

Zhao Changan patted Liu Yihui on the shoulder: "Brother, remember, there is no best choice, and what you make is the best choice among all choices. This is the natural derivative ability of power!"

At this time, Zhao Chang'an saw Ai Qiuqiu standing there delicately and beautifully in a white spring sweater skirt and a calfskin diamond-studded waist belt at the gate of the textile college not far away.

Her face turned to another direction, not this way; but in the direction she was looking, Su Xuemeng was getting on the bus.

Ai Qiuqiu didn't leave at this time, obviously waiting for Liu Yihui, Zhao Chang'an couldn't help being surprised, "We're so close now?" '

In fact, Ai Qiuqiu is also a good-looking little beauty, tall and slender, with long legs and slender bones, fair skin, long hair and ponytail.

The sad thing about her is that she and Su Xuemeng have become good best friends and are inseparable; she has been in the shadow of being absolutely shrouded by her best friend's face all year round.

Only by being alone can her beauty be revealed immediately.

"Looking for you."

Zhao Changan signaled to Liu Yihui with mixed emotions: "Why do you like such a melon-seeded face, tall and tall? Your family has always been poor. Didn't you say that you should like that kind of duck egg face, oval face, who is neither fat nor thin but A girl with meat, a cute smile, a strong body, and a bit of baby fat?"

"Boss An, you are wrong. In fact, I don't like girls like this the least. I don't pick a wife to buy pigs. In fact, I like girls who are tall, thin, with melon faces, and capable in doing things."

Zhao Changan rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Liu Yihui's description was simply based on Ai Qiuqiu's appearance.

"You really have this idea in your heart, have you thought about it?"

"Boss An, you regard me as a treasure, but Ai Qiuqiu is not bad. She is so beautiful, kind-hearted, and very capable in doing things! She is an only daughter, and her family makes down jackets. Hundreds of thousands of income, Yuda’s land occupation, lost four of her family’s houses, and now they have bought two more with mortgages. Every year, the household registration of three people in her family can be divided into 10,000+ in urban villages. And she is a provincial teacher Big one, a school! To tell the truth, I am far from worthy of others."

Zhao Changan didn't like to hear Liu Yihui's words.

He said angrily: "What are you talking about, since he is so good and you are so bad, can he agree to fall in love with you?"

"Hey, I've already had dinner at her house. I said my mother told me that she could be a door-to-door son-in-law, and if she didn't leave it to the old Liu's family, the child and the woman's last name, the woman must not be named Liu, her parents are very happy gone."

Liu Yihui spoke coyly, but his eyes were full of longing and excitement.

"Damn! How bad is your old man? I haven't heard from you for more than ten years, and your mother still hates him so much."

Zhao Changan looked at Liu Yihui in shock: "The two of you are making such rapid progress, have you gone to bed yet?"

"How can it be, we are traditional!"

"Then kiss?"

"Pooh!"

Liu Cui on the side couldn't take it any longer, took a sip, and walked to the side, staying away from these two scumbags.

"—"

Facing Zhao Changan's question, Liu Yihui blushed blushing, not knowing if it was because of Jiu Jin's face, and remained silent for a long time.

(End of this chapter)