Don’t Turn from Summer

It was getting dark, but in the top meeting room of Feng Chen, it was brightly lit.

The crystal lamp was draped over the head, and it was as smooth as a mirror on a long wooden table. There were not many people sitting. But they are all core senior executives of Fengchen, as well as the top analysis team of the investment department.

In the past two months, the stock market has continued to rise. Feng Chen has made a lot of money. So at such meetings, investment managers are always in red.

Real estate and clothing businesses remained stable. The impact of e-commerce has declined slightly, but it is still the industry leader.

When the situation is good, Zhou Zhishu, Sun Zhi, and others insist on holding such strategic analysis meetings many times. Lin Mochen was present.

Among the men in a row of suits and shoes, Lin Mochen sat first, with his elbows on the armrests of his chairs, and bowed his head in contemplation.

"Lin Dong, Mr. Zhou, we think that there is still plenty of room for the stock market to rise." Actively sent investment managers to insist, "the macroeconomic data is good, national policies are also supported, and investors have sufficient investment confidence. Even if there is a foundation Instability, but these macro-levels can at least support the broader market to go up 2000 points. We should continue to adopt an active investment strategy, and then consider adjustments at that time. "

"I don't think so." Conservatives turned their backs. "The slump in the real economy is not a day or two. Such a crazy round of rising prices, investor confidence and market capital strength are not enough to support. Let's look at the technical data ... "

Conservatives open slides and make various graph analyses. However, the activists are not outdone, and they also display technical analysis data.

...

Zhou Zhi looked back to Lin Mochen: "Lin Dong, what do you think?"

The crowd was quiet immediately.

Lin Mochen's finger tapped on the armrest, and smiled a little coldly: "Upside, there is. But the stock market capital flow, big data of some large-cap stocks are all different. This round of market is indeed confusing, you follow up These data, I want to be accurate to the hourly report. In this way, it may be able to piece together a hidden outline. The investment strategy is recommended to be adjusted to be cautious and appropriately contracted. "

...

After discussing the investment business, it was the industry's turn.

Lin Mochen looked at Sun Zhi: "How was the project plan you reported last time?"

Sun Zhi replied: "The online part has begun to take shape. Next week, we can see the shelf of the new website. The resources of the offline part are still being integrated. The confidentiality agreements have been signed with the partners."

Zhou Zhishu smiled and said, "Isn't it because of the chairman that you put higher demands on them? Originally, I planned to try to make 500 million plates this year, but now I want them to make 3 billion."

Lin Mochen smiled and replied, "E-commerce, if you do n’t do it, you have to make it bigger and new, and then you have a cake to share. I now support you as an e-commerce, and I do n’t see this cake getting bigger and bigger. I want to go in and share a cup of tea. Isn't the cake on our hands not enough? But Fengchen's business model must be more in line with the characteristics of the current Internet + era. Moreover, Feng Chen should also look for new economic growth points. .

The network simply provides a shorter way for us to better integrate the needs of our customers with our strengths. But the more networked, Fengchen must provide high-quality products that more accurately meet customer needs, and the business model must be innovative. Rather than imitating the forerunners, we are now doing a simple trading platform, relying on price to go to enclosure. In the mall, the second imitator may still have a way to live, and the third imitator is a fool.

Only in this way can we kill a blood in the increasingly flooded e-commerce market. And it is a blood path that no one else can copy. "

...

The meeting was over and everyone went away. At this time, when the lantern came into being, Lin Mochen returned to the room, turned on the floor lamp in front of the window, raised his eyes and looked, but saw that the window of her house was always dark.

——

It's not too late, and the sound of square dance music is coming down the roadside. The various lights outside reflected in the room through the blurred glass.

He Jing drank a little, and fell asleep on the sofa. Mu Hanxia covered her with a blanket. She also drank too much today, her head was heavy, her heart had been uncomfortable, and her mind was not sober.

But she always remembered one thing she had to do.

She walked into the back room and took **** to prevent He Jing from hearing it. Then dialed Lu Zhang's phone.

At this moment, there are cold winds beside Beijing's suburban reservoir, but the stars are shining and the bonfire is warm. Lu Zhang and a few fox friends and dog friends are leaning on the tent beside the fire. The girls brought by them are laughing and laughing at the barbecue.

Several people were playing cards, but Lu Zhang didn't go today. He rested his arms behind his head, staring at the stars, in a daze.

A girl, holding a few bunches of food, came over and pushed him: "Hey, Xiaolu, why don't you eat?"

"Not hungry," he said indifferently.

The girl crouched beside him with a smile: "Did you say you were going to teach me fishing last time? How about we go fishing at night? I'm a little scared."

Lu Zhang glanced at her: "I don't want to go today, you ask someone to teach."

The girl froze and got up and left.

A brother next to me saw the scene and smiled narrowly: "Oh, Xiaolu, didn't you say this girl was cute last time? Today we made a special trip to bring her, what do you give to others? ? "

Lu Zhangyu laughed and said, "Following like a mosquito, it's boring."

The brothers laughed, "That's not because you are a piece of fragrant meat!"

Just then, the phone in Lu Zhang's pocket rang. He felt it out, smiled, and took it lazily: "Hey? Miss me?"

Mu Hanxia sat in the dark room, rubbing her eyebrows, and said, "Don't think. What do you want? Self-abuse? Lu Zhang, I want to ask you something."

Lu Zhang felt that the tone of her speech today was a little different. Better than usual, but with a bit of coquettishness. He didn't think deeply about the reason, so he felt very useful, and replied with a smile: "What's the matter? Let's go."

Mu Hanxia: "I want to arrange an individual to be my assistant. It's my former friend. Now I'm not very well. I want to help her. Can I?"

Is that all?

Lu Zhang answered indifferently, "Okay, whatever you want. How big is it."

Mu Hanxia, ​​however, was loose in heart, and laughed, "Lu Zhang, thank you."

Lu Zhang laughed silently, and just wanted to say a few more words, but a "beep--" sound came, and she had hung up.

Lu Zhang looked at the phone and tossed it aside. After thinking about the tone of her last smile, she laughed again.

The brother next to him saw it and asked, "Who's calling?"

Lu Zhang replied, "Who else, my dad asked me to find that master. She had to call me for three days and two, and hey ..."

"Is that the old woman you mentioned earlier?"

"Ok."

The brothers reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Xiaolu, how do I feel that you have been fascinated by the old woman recently? Be careful."

Lu Zhang was still laughing at first, but then fell silent.

——

He Jing moaned on the sofa, "Water ..."

Mu Hanxia was dizzy, but she poured a glass of water and fed her. Two women fell on the sofa. He Jing was not completely drunk. After drinking, he was awake again, and opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling with divergent eyes.

"A Jing, go with me to Beijing." Mu Hanxia said.

He Jing froze.

Mu Hanxia shook her hand and smiled: "I told the little boss of the company just now, and you go with me. That company is good, the boss is good, and the treatment is good. They arranged for me a two-bedroom You passed to live with me. "

He Jing: "No, but ..."

"No, no?" Mu Hanxia asked her a moment, "Don't you say that you also want to go a different way? Someone once changed my life and took me from the life of a salesperson to another completely Different, in his world. In a better world. Now that I have the ability, I ca n’t change the encounters of more people, but I can take you there. Start again, Ah Jing, start tomorrow, just be yours Life has begun again. Believe me, believe that the two of us can do it, okay? "

He Jing's tears came out suddenly, but her heart was more shaken and silent. She suddenly hugged Mu Hanxia and said, "Sorry, Axia."

Mu Hanxia laughed: "What are you sorry for?"

"No ... I'm giving you trouble. I know it's a drag ..."

"What is it, how many are you? Can't you even drag my finger?"

He Jing cried and laughed.

The two sat quietly on the sofa, stopped drinking, and drank slowly, dazed. Mu Hanxia said, "I saw Meng Gang today."

"Meng Gang?" He Jing said, "I haven't seen him for a long time since I resigned from Leya. How about that bastard?"

Mu Hanxia stared at the blurred light in the room and replied, "Not bad, not bad. Has he suffered any setbacks in recent years?"

He Jing raised his hand and covered his painful forehead and said, "Well ... I heard from friends at Leya that he seems to have been rectified in the past few years. It seems to be a big developer who offended Beijing. But it's just rumors. Later he didn't become the shop manager. "

Mu Hanxia felt her temple jump slightly. The ambiguity and compulsion Meng Gang once had on her, and that night, the warm men's suit, the quiet car, and the winding road to the slums flashed into his mind as if floating in the air.

"A developer from Beijing?" She asked.

He Jing shouted, "I don't know too well. But it seems I heard that Meng Gang kneeled down in front of people, still in front of many people. That's why it spread so well. Deserve it!"

Mu Hanxia looked up and looked at the blurry light on the window glass. She was silent for a while, and then asked He Jing: "It's late, go to bed?"

He Jing shook her head and stood up against the wall: "I've been busy in the shop for a long time and I'm smelly. Go to the shower and sleep. Go to sleep first."

Mu Hanxia saw that she was fine, stared at her and entered the bathroom. Then she got up into the room, undressed and lay in the quilt.

Her drinking volume was not very quiet at the moment, and then she got up, and her consciousness soon became a little unclear. But somewhere in my head seemed to be soberly awake again. Lin Mochen's appearance kept appearing in her mind, and Xu was the role of alcohol. She thought about what He Jing said just now, and Meng Gang knelt the man before being spared.

She wiped her tears.

She thought that she had only told Zhang Zi a few days ago that all she felt was pain and no sweetness.

But now, why is there a sweetness in my heart?

She took out her phone and wanted to flip to his number. But she was drunk and could not find it. In the middle of it, there seemed to be a sound of cell phone ringing. She used to press the answer button and put her phone in her ear.

"Hey……"

"Hey." A low, familiar voice came. Mu Hanxia's tears burst out, but she laughed again: "Lin Mochen ..."

Lin Mochen on the other side of the phone was silent for a second.

"You cry?" He asked.

"Of course not." She replied, "I'm laughing."

Lin Mochen's voice was deeper: "Did you drink?"

"Um." Her voice suddenly subsided. "Lin Mochen, I ask you something."

"You said."

Without knowing if it was her illusion, his voice seemed to become exceptionally gentle.

"Meng Gang's business ... did you do it?"

Lin Mochen was silent for a moment, and replied, "He is unlucky, it is me."

His tone was very bland, but Mu Hanxia only felt that the sour and swollen feeling at the bottom of his heart was going out again, and he was almost going to get her in.

"Thank you." She said, "Lin Mochen, good night, see you tomorrow. Remember to keep running."

"Okay." Lin Mochen answered, "Where are you now?"

"I'm in Jiangcheng, He Jing's house."

"Specific address?"

...

To the horizon, the moon is already high. Lin Mochen put down his mobile phone, only remained silent for a few seconds, picked up his coat, and walked out of the room.

When going downstairs, Sun Zhi was getting home. Sun Zhi looked at him and asked carefully, "Dong Lin, where are you going?"

"Jiangcheng."

Sun Zhi looked down at his watch and was surprised: "It's so late? I guess it's too late for the last flight."

"Drive over."

"What happened?" Sun Zhi asked with concern.

Lin Mochen was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "What a big thing. I used to run."