Don’t Turn from Summer

"Sushi, sushi, sweet and smooth sushi ..."

Mu Hanxia hummed the uncomfortable tune in her mouth, and put the freshly squeezed sushi into a plate.

The sun is bright and the shelves are dazzling. It's still early, and there are not many customers in the supermarket. It seems empty and silent. Mu Hanxia wore that shy red salesman uniform, stood behind the counter, was idle, and picked out some of the sushi she thought was the most beautiful and satisfactory, and put it on an empty plate.

When it comes to photography technology, although the quality of her mobile phone camera is average, the photos she takes are always praised.

In the blurred background of light and shadow, each grain of rice appears crystallized and full, with green seaweed and red fish, with clear and beautiful colors. She posted the photo to Weibo and added a word of art: "Salmon sushi with tuna hand roll, a day soaked in the flavor of food-by Mu Hanxia."

Soon a bunch of people liked it.

High school classmate a: "So beautiful!"

High school classmate b: "Is it really good to pull hatred in the morning? I was still rushing to the company on the subway and didn't have breakfast!"

High school classmate c: "Mu Hanxia is pretending to be art and sweat again."

Cosmetics sales maid: "Xia Xia took a good shot!"

Meat sales lad: "Oh, pork is king!"

High school classmates d: "Axia is in a supermarket and has a lot of fun. When you come to Hainan to play Ah, our litchi is almost ripe."

...

Mu Hanxia leaned on the counter and saw Zhengle. Leng Buding He Jing took two large durians and passed by. She was a salesman in the fruit department and took a deep breath and threw the durian onto the shelf. Then he got close to Mu Hanxia, ​​glanced, and murmured, "You know how happy you are!"

Mu Hanxia put down her phone: "Am I poor, can't I be happy?"

He Jingyi smiled, glanced at the decent sushi she made, and couldn't help sighing, "Why do you always apply for a department change, and change it?"

Mu Hanxia's face was full: "Don't you know? My professional goal is to master the 72 stunts of the supermarket ..."

"It's yours!" He Jing interrupted her, smiled, and lowered her voice, "Don't think I don't know, you want to climb up. Your undergraduate diploma for self-study has come down, or Jiangcheng University. Huh You are beautiful. You will never forget me if you climb up in the future ... "

Mu Hanxia was in a difficult position: "But as the saying goes, the wives of chaff have to go to the hall ..."

He Jing gave a trembling reward on her head.

——

The general manager of Leya Supermarket Jiangcheng Second Ring Road is called Meng Gang, 35 years old and single.

He always arrives early in the office every day and starts to control the entire day's operation of the supermarket. I often work late and get off work with the salespersons and cashiers. Although the salesmen did not dare to talk to him, everyone knew that it was under his leadership that this supermarket could rank first in the central China region for many years in a row.

On this day, as usual, Meng Gang convened weekly meetings of the management cadres of various departments. The morning sun was still very warm. In the large conference room, everyone sat around the table. Meng Gang was sitting in the main seat, holding a cloud of smoke between his fingers, and he smoked unhurriedly. The sun fell between his right eyebrows, and his figure was tall, which made him look a little rough and majestic.

The atmosphere was originally calm and solemn. But when it was the marketing manager's turn to speak, someone smiled faintly.

Because the marketing manager brought news: rival Jinqian, chairman of the supermarket and marketing director Cheng Weiwei, had a car accident last night. Although life-threatening, the injuries were serious.

"Yong Zhenggang just announced that he would open a new store 1.5 kilometers away from us. The second ring road was taken down by them, but the marketing director responsible for the preparation of the new store had a car accident." The office director said calmly, "I see them The new store is about to be postponed. "

The Purchasing Manager's personality is hot, and he smirked and said, "To be honest, I don't sympathize with them. We are doing a good job here, and we are always looking at our performance. We have to open a shop across the street, chat with us, and grab business . Say something you shouldn't say, deserve it! "

Everyone talked and talked about the works, and they were a little bit gloating. Meng Gang was sitting in the main seat. Although he didn't speak, he was never kind and kind, and occasionally smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Meng." The marketing manager said thoughtfully, "I heard that this time with Cheng Weiwei's car accident, and one of her friends was a helper she invited back from the United States to help her run a new store."

"America?" Someone asked, "who is it?"

"It looks like Cheng Weiwei's college classmate, a young man in his twenties."

"Oh ..." Someone smiled and said to Meng Gang, "Mr. Meng, Ms. Qianjin brought university students back to the battlefield. Yongzheng really had a bad hand this time."

Everyone laughed, Meng Gang smiled a little, and said, "Don't be taken lightly, Yongzheng's operation has always been stable. Recently, several new stores opened in other cities have good results. When they open a store, they must still be fully prepared , Beat them down. By the way, what's the name of Cheng Weiwei's invited helper? "

The marketing department thought for a while and answered, "It seems to be called ... Lin Mochen."

——

Near noon, Mu Hanxia sent away a customer and sat behind the counter to snore.

She slept so badly last night that she was sleepy. She yawned and closed her eyes with tears while no one was there.

After a while, her head dropped a little and she woke up. Opening his eyes and looking around, just before continuing to sleep, but after seeing a few rows of refrigerators, Meng Gang and his assistant were standing there.

Suddenly, Mu Hanxia woke up and sat up straight, looking serious, and reached out to sort out the sushi on the counter. As if the snoring was just another person.

She didn't look up, only feeling that Meng Gang's eyes seemed to fall in this direction. Scorching, like him, deep and deep. After a while, she raised her eyes and found that they had gone.

Mu Hanxia was relieved. I thought that Meng Gang would visit the store every day to see so many counters and so many waiters. Maybe she didn't look at her at all.

It didn't take long for Meng Gang's assistant, Xiao Chen, to return. Standing behind the counter, he smiled so sweetly that "Kuhan Xia, Meng asked you to visit his office."

——

The offices of leaders and cadres are just upstairs in the supermarket. And Meng Gang's office is at the end of the top fourth floor.

Mu Hanxia is not the first time.

The last time, three years ago, she was recruited into this supermarket as a salesperson. Among more than twenty people in the same period, Meng Gang only called her.

At that time, Meng Gang's appearance was almost the same as now. Flat head, tall, short short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and a good watch. Eyebrows are black and hard, often with smoke between fingers. When Mu Hanxia first met, he noticed his fingers, which were full, hard, dark, and thick with cocoons.

And Mu Hanxia still remembers the short words he said to her that day: "Little girl, I have read your resume. Although you only have a high school diploma, you graduated from the best sixth middle school in the city. Here I am Do it well, there will be opportunities in the future. "

...

Meng Gang, graduated from technical secondary school, has no background. It's all on its own, all the way from the supermarket salesperson, all the way up, formal employees, supervisors, managers ... finally became the leader of this supermarket.

He is the goal of many people in this supermarket.

It's also Mu Hanxia.

Gently pushing open the door of the concealed house, Mu Hanxia looked up and saw Meng Gang sitting behind the desk, in the goldfish tank next to him, the pump banged. Holding a tea cup in his hand, there was a light smell of tea and smoke in the room. Seeing Mu Hanxia knocking on the door, he only smiled slightly: "Sit."

Mu Hanxia sat down a little awkwardly, thinking that * oss would never stop her because of her snoring. Such a thing, just notify the supervisor to reprimand her.

Her heart was beating a little abruptly.

In the first sentence, Meng Gang asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

His voice was low and gentle, and he didn't mean to blame. Mu Hanxia's face was a little red, but her ears heard the water splash in the fish tank clearly. She lowered her head and whispered, "Well, President Meng, I won't be next time."

She was also wearing a red uniform, just to go upstairs to see Meng Gang, take off her hat, and show a soft ponytail. Perhaps because she was in a hurry or was nervous, her forehead was drenched with fine sweat. And because of the white complexion, the ivory-like delicate colors on the face and neck were slightly soaked, exposing a little moist red. She lowered her head, her usual dark eyes drooping, but her eyelashes seemed dense and long. The equally fair hands fell to the side and clenched into fists.

After a while, she heard Meng Gang say, "Don't be nervous, President Meng isn't going to blame you today. Pay attention later."

"Thank you Meng Meng." Mu Hanxia secretly bent her mouth, immediately lowered it again, looked up at him with a straight face, "Meng Meng looked for me ..."

Meng Gang stared at her: "Did your self-study bachelor diploma come down?"

Mu Hanxia smiled embarrassedly: "Well, I got it a few days ago."

Meng Gang also smiled, took a cup of tea and took a sip slowly: "What are your plans for the future?"

Mu Hanxia looked at him, and tentatively answered, "I applied to the Human Resources Department before, and thought of the Marketing Department to work ..."

"I have approved it."

Suddenly, Mu Hanxia, ​​a huge joy, but a little bit of joy mixed with joy, suddenly came out of the bottom of my heart.

"Mr. Meng, I ..." She gave a meal, bending down deeply to him, "Thank you, thank you."

"Usually, your mouth is quite able to say, stuttering today?" Meng Gang also had a little smile in his deep eyes and nodded at her: "Little girl, do your best."

Mu Hanxia was still in a happy mood, but she replied, "General Manager Meng, I'm twenty-two years old, not a little girl."

"So young, isn't she a little girl in front of me?" He said.

——

A month later.

Because the work at hand needs to be handed over, and the fresh food department has been busy recently, Mu Hanxia has to stand in the supermarket for a few days before he can go to the marketing department.

It was a sunny morning. These days, Mu Hanxia is on duty at the pastry counter and is very leisurely. However, she was a restless person, and soon began to learn to make cookies with the master.

At this time, there are very few customers in the supermarket. Over the horn, there is Eason Chan's "Ten Years". Mu Hanxia hummed softly. She didn't sing very well. In He Jing's words, she could not find a tune like a child.

The counter glass reflects soft light, and the rich, warm aroma penetrates the nose. Mu Hanxia bent down and put a plate of freshly baked cookies into it. Just sang "I didn't know you ten years ago, you don't belong to me ..." and saw a pair of straight long legs appearing in front of the counter.

The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, standing still.

Mu Hanxia's biscuits have not been put up, and she is not in a hurry to get up. He said cheerfully, "Sir, what do you want to buy? This is a freshly baked biscuits. Try them?

The biscuits she just learned to make, although the appearance is simple, the Founder is gray, but the taste is not bad.

"Will such a ugly cookie poison me?" The man said.

Mu Hanxia froze slightly, raised her head, and bumped into a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.