Under the night sky. Zhong Tingyue replied neatly: "No." "..." Chu Fang paused and said seriously: "No, you want to." "No." "You want to." "No." "You." "..." Zhong Tingyue's delicate face showed a helpless look for the first time: "I think it's okay." "You want to know, it's too late, buddy, I won't say it anymore." Chu Fang thought for less than two seconds and continued: "Well... In my inherent impression, you are a pure person, just like a fairy who fell into the mortal world, you know."
Zhong Tingyue kept silent and admired the night view by the river. Chu Fang smiled and seemed to be able to feel what she was thinking. He guessed: "Are you thinking about whether there will be a twist in the next sentence? There really is. Through chatting with you, Mr. Huang's incident last Friday, and the analysis of your circle of friends." "I don't think you are a fairy. You are essentially a girl, a girl in her twenties, with a cold appearance, but actually... ...” “What is it?” “Actually... ...sultry.” Humans are social animals and cannot live alone without the group. Zhong Tingyue is no exception. Under the seemingly dull appearance, there is a passionate heart. The four newcomers Chu Fang entered the company and knew nothing about the work. Zhong Tingyue gave them professional training, and often took them to work and explained some experiences and experiences. The other three new colleagues were trained by Zhong Tingyue. And she did not give up on Chu Fang. For Mr. Huang’s dinner last Friday, Zhong Tingyue could have found a male model or a handsome guy to solve it, and it was not necessary to have Chu Fang. But why did she have to find Chu Fang? Not only did she share the fruits of the project, but she also owed Chu Fang three things. This was completely unnecessary. Obviously, Zhong Tingyue wanted to help him adapt to the company's rhythm as soon as possible. “Then do you want to know what image you have in my eyes?” Zhong Tingyue asked without refuting. "No." Zhong Tingyue seemed to have not heard the answer, and said to himself: "Salted fish, the kind that is too lazy to turn over; somewhat handsome, too narcissistic; work ability, mediocre, did you study hard in college?" Chu Fang answered honestly: "Really not." Throughout his college youth, he was busy squandering money, going to bars, games, traveling... ..., and never taking classes seriously.
Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue rolled his eyes and said in a helpless tone: "I remember that your hometown is a rural town. Have you ever thought about making progress? Settling down in the Magic City, even buying a car and a house." "Hi!" Chu Fang waved his hand, "Life should be enjoyed to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain. Life is only a short seventy or eighty years. Once you die, there will be no such person in the world. I hope I can live a happy life. As for money, I really can't get too interested." "Money is good, but it's enough to spend." Ten million a day is just enough to spend, Chu Fang thought. Maybe it was because of the ‘hack’ that he didn’t lack money; maybe his parents’ carefree personality influenced him; or maybe it was just his nature, Chu Fang’s desire for money didn’t reach that unspeakable level. To put it bluntly, compared to making money, he valued enjoying life more, and was a complete lazy person. Even without the ‘hack’, it was the same. If Chu Fang hadn’t become rich overnight, he would have left the Magic City after graduation, returned to his hometown, picked up the land that had been abandoned for many years, planted fruits, and guarded an orchard for the rest of his life. Money, fame, and wealth, of course, are great, but if you don’t have them, don’t force them. You can’t bring them with you when you are born, and you can’t take them with you when you die. It’s most important to enjoy the present moment. Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips and listened quietly. "How is it? Do you find what I said very philosophical?" After that, Chu Fang asked, "You asked me, then I should ask you, what kind of life do you hope for in the future?" "Buy a house in Shanghai." "You are too unambitious." "Can you afford it?" "What do you mean by afford it?" "If you can afford it, then you can afford it." A breeze blew by, and Zhong Tingyue's long black hair danced gently. She put the messy hair in front of her eyebrows behind her ears, but the hair was still swaying in the wind. She put it several times, but it still didn't work, swinging in the air. She seemed a little angry and pulled the hair in front of her forehead. Seeing this, Chu Fang couldn't help but mutter: "Oh, don't pull your hair randomly just because you have a lot of hair. Be careful of hair loss when you get older." "Just pull it." Chu Fang was stunned. Suddenly, he heard a hint of arrogance in Zhong Tingyue's crisp voice, just like a arrogance princess. Zhong Tingyue took a big step forward, and he slowly came back to his senses and shook offHe shook his head and followed without thinking. There were many small stalls on the river bank, selling all kinds of products, such as sausages, drinks, toys, dolls, and even fortune-telling. Chu Fang stopped by the fortune-telling stall and looked at the sign: Knowing astronomy, geography, and harmony among people. Beauty salon, mole removal, naming, and career planning. Chu Fang raised his eyebrows: "Master, you have a lot of business."
The fortune-teller was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a Zhongshan suit, looking mysterious. Zhong Tingyue in front took a few steps back and looked at the fortune-teller together. "All are unique skills, and they are honest." The fortune-teller kept a cold attitude. Chu Fang sat down: "Then you can help me calculate." "Two hundred yuan per time." "What if you can't calculate it correctly?" "I'm not a saint, I can't give you an accurate answer." "If you can't calculate it correctly, can you compensate me for a fortune-telling opportunity?" "Sure." The fortune-teller nodded, "Please scan the code first." "No hurry." Chu Fang refused and said, "Listen to what I want to calculate first. I want you to calculate three cards with 2, 1, and 6 written on them. Can they be arranged into an integer that can be divided by 43?" A perfect arc appeared at the corner of Zhong Tingyue's mouth next to him. The fortune-teller was pinching his knuckles and stopped suddenly. There was a clear trace of his sunglasses being lifted. "Master, can you help me calculate?" "Huh..." The fortune teller exhaled lightly, as if he was suppressing his inner emotional fluctuations, and suppressed them with great willpower, saying: "I owe you a chance to calculate. Please tell me what you want to calculate. It is limited to marriage, career, and future, not including calculations." "You can't even calculate elementary school mathematics accurately, and you are still calculating marriage and career?" "Do you calculate?" "Yes!" The fortune teller looked at Chu Fang and had the urge to kill him. He picked up a fortune-telling opportunity for nothing and even complained about him. Chu Fang chose the fortune-telling method of fortune-telling by word divination and wrote a word neatly on the white paper: An! The fortune teller took the white paper and calculated while muttering. The calculation was completed in less than ten seconds, and the fortune teller looked at him with a surprised expression.