After Becoming a Little |

Probably the same as boys pre-ordering games or snapping up digital products for the first time?

"Here." Alia kindly handed over the gift bag: "This is your first."

"..."

Lotus looked at Alia's serious expression and sighed: "Sometimes I really feel like Aya doesn't look like a girl."

"Huh? Is it that easy to see?"

"...Eh?!" Lotus widened her eyes and looked at Arya's chest subconsciously - but there was nothing, as solid as a rock was not just talking about it - and further down - couldn't see anything, But this kind of thing...

"Just kidding." Arya pulled up Lotus's little hand: "If you want to invite your own father to dinner, which occasion is better? Do you need to be more formal?"

"...I always feel that the relationship between you and your father, Aya...is very complicated."

"Yes, it is indeed a bit complicated." Arya glanced at the navigation sign in front of the elevator, and inadvertently saw an advertisement: "What do you think of this place?"

Lianhua looked at the place she pointed, and said in surprise, "Self-service barbecue? Why did you choose this place?"

"Because I don't have to order food, what I'm most afraid of is ordering food. It's okay to be humble to each other, casual, anything, self-help is the best, and you can take whatever you see delicious."

Arya took it for granted that this kind of words did not match the temperament of the lovely lady at all, and by the way, she used a movement that was especially in line with the lovely lady's temperament to tug at the hair that had slipped from her temples.

"Although I don't know what you think, Aya, since it's your father, there's nothing wrong with self-service barbecue."

Speaking of Lotus, she looked at the time: "I may not be able to accompany you at night, because there is something at home, the elders in the family told me to go back-Aya, do you have anything else to do?"

"The gift has been chosen, the place to eat has been chosen, and the next thing to do... is probably to talk to others about your journey?"

Arya thought for a while, took out her mobile phone, opened the instant messaging software, and flipped through the penguin contact list to find the groups of Sand Sculpture friends who were doing their daily activities.

Because there is no interest related, these sand sculpture group friends on the Internet are suitable people to talk to, even if it is a bad idea, it is better than a person thinking about things alone.

Although there is a lotus by her side, Arya is still ready to tell these sand sculpture friends who have been with her for a long time.

Well, to be precise, I have been with the original owner for a long time - thanks to their help, the original owner did not leave with regrets.

After all, without their solution, the original owner's heart may not be opened until the soul dissipates, not to mention burning the soul and attracting passing soul travelers with obsession as a guide.

"I'm going to invite my dad to dinner tonight. 』

The group of friends are discussing a little yellow picture that they don't know where they came from. They worked hard to find the source of the picture by using various techniques to find the exact source of the picture.

Sure enough, the yellow map is the first productive force?

Arya's speech was submerged in the chat records that swiped the screen, but the entire group was silent immediately, and the next second, more turbulent chat records were refreshed.

"Are you still alive? 』

"Come out and see the gods! 』

"You must have stolen the account of wormwood, I don't believe it, unless you show me the long white silk legs of my wormwood! 』

Arya silently recalled, it seems that she has never revealed her gender, let alone Baisi's long legs.

But it's not bad, group friends always like to arrange a cute little sister's character for other group friends.

Arya scratched her face and typed: "Suicide, die again, prepare to live a good life. 』

The group members finally felt relieved after hearing this, and there was a happy atmosphere inside and outside the group.

After blowing water with the group of friends for a while, Aaliyah clicked on a contact call box called [Fish's Roar]. If the former sand sculpture group friends are the pillars of optimism in the online world, then this person has known each other a long time ago. The netizens can be regarded as the spiritual mentor of the original owner.

Even Alia's college entrance examination volunteer report was given by the other party.

Although it's objectively good, it's not suitable for the original owner, but it's no wonder people.

"Sister Yu'er, are you there?I'm going to invite my dad to dinner, do you think there's anything to prepare? 』

This fish's roar should be a female in the workplace, and she is the one with a lot of work pressure in the workplace. Every sentence is followed by an exclamation mark - unfortunately, the other party is not here now, which makes Arya less of a source of reference.

Forget it, let's wait for the night, the boat will not be straight when it reaches the bridge.

Arya put away her phone, looked around, and asked Lotus for her opinion: "There is still time, let's do something? There is a network nearby—"

"Look at the clothes!" Lotus interrupted Arya's words, and her quiet little face now glowed with a holy light that Arya couldn't refuse, just as the saints of the Church of Light talked about their omnipotent father. Godly yearning: "Let's go see new clothes! And shoes! And bags!"

"...Okay, okay."

On the second day of my arrival at Blue Star, everything is still undecided. At present, I can draw a tentative conclusion. It seems that I, Alia, as a soul traveler with no emotion, has embarked on the road of no return, shopping and buying clothes. ...

Chapter 30 030-The Roar of the Fish~Hiccup~

Dongshan downtown business district-international business office building-52nd floor

A man in a decent suit was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back, looking down.

The so-called standing high urine... Cough, the so-called success is not far-sighted, but you are standing high.

Although the advertising slogan of a 48 titanium mobile phone can be used as an example of a sick sentence, it undoubtedly shows the mentality of being a successful person.

Just like this, looking down at the busy living beings in this ant nest-like metropolis.

Didn't this force come up all at once?

With a tailored suit, a larger desk, and a long lens with filters and BGM, the style of a successful CEO comes out.

The old man went ashore and was delighted.

Of course, this unobtrusive financial tycoon in the southern business circle of the country, even if he wears big beach-style pants and flip-flops, if he walks here, people who know it will still have to exaggerate with their thumbs up. guy'.

In fact, this is no different from Jack Ma's father, who dreams of being an English teacher. Those shameless guys call people Dad all day long, and they take it for granted-isn't it all because they are successful enough and inspirational enough.

Even if people spread their hands and say they are not interested in money, that's a matter of course.

Successful people can tell stories, and this thing is a human setting...

The man who everyone seemed to think he was quite successful waited with his phone in his hand, expressionless.

What is he waiting for?

Maybe time for a decision?Perhaps the latest business information?Or the inside story of some policy change?

A good-looking secretary pushed open the door and came in: "Chairman, do you think the postponed meeting is..."

When the man raised his hand to look at the world of Vacheron Constantin on his wrist, he waved his hand without looking back and said, "Wait."

The secretary nodded: "Okay, and tonight you have an invitation. The inviter is Mr. Jin, who is well-known in the mining industry. He intends to negotiate with you about the import cooperation of Australian iron ore."

"Mining industry? You mean Mr. Jin - Northeast Jin Wansan?" The man turned his head and frowned, "Doesn't he have his own iron ore?"

"Yes, it is Mr. Jin. Although the information disclosed by the other party is limited, according to the report of the analysis team, it should be due to some policy changes that domestic iron ore production cannot meet production needs."

The secretary flipped through the information in his hand and concluded: "We compared the industry data. After the first round of analysis, we believe that the conditions put forward by the other party this time are very sincere."

"Well... arrange it for me. This is a good opportunity for us to get involved in the real economy. Just engaging in finance is like duckweed without roots."

The man was about to say something when suddenly the phone in his hand vibrated.

He picked up the vibrating mobile phone and looked at it. The coldness on his face melted in an instant, but it was instantly tense. He raised his hand as if facing an enemy and said, "Don't talk, be quiet."

Then he cleared his throat, answered the phone, and said in a very calm tone; "Hello? Yes, it's me."

I don't know what to say on the phone, the man's expression changed and changed, and finally he just replied: "Well, I see, I will go on time."

The secretary waited for unknown reasons. He didn't know which boss was so pompous and needed his own chairman to be so strict.

But obviously, this level of PY is not something that small shrimp like myself can handle.

She flipped through the notepad and took out a pen to prepare a record: "Chairman, do you have any specific arrangements for tonight's meeting?"

The man pondered for a moment: "Zhan Lan, I have a friend, in order to train his child, so he keeps telling his child... I only do ordinary business, just a small business, the family is just a bigger house, and he himself I haven't paid myself a penny, I'm not very interested in money, I don't even know if her mother was good-looking at the time, she thinks she's face-blind..."

Secretary Zhanlan meows: "???"

She has an ominous premonition—the 29-year-old swears by her 11-year-long work experience following her boss that something will definitely go wrong this time.

She already understood who was calling just now.

Calmly glanced at the calendar - miscalculation, I didn't follow the schedule last week, I thought this week was also a pigeon.

I didn't expect that I thought she could do pigeons, she is really a pigeon, which is also a kind of not pigeon.

So Bu Pigeon's itinerary was changed to today?

afternoon tea?dinner?Or a late night stall?

Secretary Zhan Lan had a righteous face and nodded solemnly: "Chairman, go on, I'm listening."

"He just told me that his daughter invited him to the barbecue for dinner, so he asked me...how to appear more natural, that is-to get along with her daughter naturally, or not to reveal her identity. things, you know."

The man also has his own helplessness - before he made his fortune, there was no such thing as a self-service barbecue, and at that time, all the money he boasted was shark fin fishing.

Jin Lao, Jin Lianzi, Benz, gargle with a bowl of shark fin, these are the memories of their generation who went to sea successfully.

After he made his fortune, he naturally never went to such a down-to-earth place as a self-service barbecue - by that time, he already had his own team of nutritionists and chefs for meals.

So how to pretend to go to the buffet barbecue often has become a big problem.

Secretary Zhan Lan: "..."

I heard the sentence 'I'll be there on time' just now. Okay!

And I followed you for 11 years! 11 years!

When I was 17 years old, I worked with you and worked hard from a small alley to a 52-storey office building!

I've been around you more than your wife and your daughter combined!

I watched your daughter go to college from elementary school!

Her college volunteers are all my suggestions to her, okay?

Are you still going to use your excuse of 'having a friend'?

You are not the director of Ao, how can you come from such an elusive 'buddy'!

Secretary Zhan Lan took a deep breath: "Well, Chairman, I want to ask first, Mr. Jin's invitation..."

"Ah? Oh, the invitation--yes, let's decline it first. If he can't ask us to cooperate, we'll just post it. It looks like we shouldn't be in a good position. It doesn't matter if we hang him once."

The man paced in place and turned around: "Otherwise, you can help my friend buy that self-service barbecue, and arrange for some more professional-"

What I have in my hand is the cooperation intention that dozens of elites worked hard to find in an afternoon!