Chapter 2 chapter 2

Those dozens of seconds were long and lonely. Back home, she takes a shower, wraps herself in a terry bathrobe, and watches the news on TV. With a glass of champagne in hand, Zeng Zijia finally felt that life still had meaning. The phone rings. As soon as Zijia picked up the receiver, he heard Zhang Tianhe's voice: "Hejia, how is it going?" There is delicate music coming from his side, I don't know the title of the music, but when I hear it, I know it is a saxophone solo. "very smooth." "Do you like Rong Rong?" "she's fine." "Will I pass this test?"

"No problem." This was Zeng Zijia's intuition, "everyone is very smart and reasonable, and no one will let anyone down." Zhang Tianhe laughed, "You mean, our family is hypocritical." "Cultivation and self-cultivation are not hypocrisy, deliberately embarrassing people is not straightforward, there is a big difference here." "Ajia, do you like jazz? I'm in a private club, do you want to come?" Zijia smiled, "Rongrong's presence is enough." "No, she's not here, I put her to bed early to avoid dark circles."

"Next time, let's talk next time." "It's up to you, goodbye." The phone hung up with a click. Zeng Zijia never went on such rash dates. Besides, he was her boss, so it was hard to find a good job, so there were as many dates as she wanted. Zijia went to bed early. She had a dream in which she quietly went back to her old parents' house and gave them pocket items. She didn't see her mother's face, but she vaguely noticed that the mattress had been changed, and it was clean and comfortable for her to stay overnight. Her father was always indifferent to the amount she provided, and Zijia took it for granted. Finally, she was woken up by the alarm clock.

It was already dawn, and Zijia said in a daze, oh, her parents have passed away long ago, yet she is still eager to give away pocket money, it is really desolate. I have an important appointment today. After washing and washing, there was a phone call, and it was Yilian who called, "Miss Zeng, the car 3221 is waiting at the door, and the driver is calling Lao Zhou." Zijia hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the housekeeper, "Is the driver following an incident or a person?" Yilian replied: "Both the car and the driver have the position of deputy general manager."

That means, how good it is to continue to enjoy after finishing this thorny business. Zijia put on her coat and went downstairs. When Lao Zhou saw her, he respectfully said, "Morning." Not every driver is so polite, Yilian must have helped her choose. She was five minutes behind the scheduled time, but when she looked around, she didn't see Che Rongrong. Zijia thought, rotten wood can't be carved. Five minutes later, Che Rongrong appeared. Zijia pointed to the watch. She also looked at her watch, which was a famous watch with a brilliant rim and a diamond-encrusted strap. After a while, she protested weakly, "Ten minutes late is not too late."

Zijia has been thinking about this question for a long time, and she has no one to turn to. This time, she seized the opportunity: "Tell me, what's the good of being late?" Che Rongrong was blunt: "Everyone waits for me, it makes me appear important, I am the protagonist, and everyone is idle." "However, it is very bad manners to be late." "Miss Zeng, when the latecomers are present, everyone can breathe a sigh of relief. Moreover, as soon as I enter the venue, everyone will look up at me. I feel very satisfied." Zijia laughed in surprise, "Do you feel satisfied when someone looks at you?"

Rongrong could hear Miss Zeng teasing her, so she kept silent. Today she is wearing a black leather skirt with a colorful shirt. When she came in, many people turned their heads to look at her. Rong Rong murmured, "This is—" and spoke out a name tag. Zijia was most afraid of this brand of clothes. A girlfriend bought a shirt for her husband. It was bright purple with pleats on the chest. But for some reason, this expensive and ugly brand is highly praised by the little singers and stars in the city, and it has become very popular. Che Rongrong suddenly whispered: "Do you understand, Miss Zeng, if no one is looking at me now, no one will ever be looking at me."

Zeng Zijia suddenly realized, what's the difference between her and her?If you don't get promoted now, it's too late, so you have to use any means to get promoted, so that you can sit in an office with a private bathroom and have a driver order you in and out. There is a hundred steps to laugh at each step, so there is no need to rush to fry each other. Zijia's tone softened, "This style doesn't suit the old man's taste, I'll ask someone to accompany you to buy some other clothes." Che Rongrong was worried, "Who? Who? I want you to accompany me."

"I have something else to do. I need someone to find some information for you." Who knows that Che Rongrong was annoyed, "No, it's you, I don't want others, and others will laugh at me." "Nonsense, why would Yilian laugh at you?" "Yilian! She's a fox, can't you tell?" "Her job was done by a fox." Che Rongrong smiled, the two had slightly the same opinion. "Okay, Rongrong, listen to me, this is a play, Zhang Tianhe is the producer, I am the director, you are the protagonist, everyone in the Zhang family is the film critic, do you understand?"

"I really like you Miss Zeng, hahaha." "This is the script," Zijia handed her the information, "remember it by heart." "So thick. " "There are still some information books. I have issued a list and asked people to buy them. Do you prefer Chinese or English?" Che Rongrong muttered: "If I loved reading, I would still be in school." "How far have you read?" "Graduated from middle school, passed six subjects, not too bad." Zijia breathed a sigh of relief, "Barely, yes, within these three weeks, you have to learn a few words of Shanghainese to deal with it."

Unexpectedly, Che Rongrong smiled and said, "I would say, Miss Zeng, Yijiaguan is a good prime minister." Zijia lowered her face, Rongrong stuck out her tongue. Zijia sighed, such a smart person is so careless, which shows that God is fair. Then Zijia asked: "With a talent like you, why didn't you get into the top three when you were selected as Miss Xiangjiang?" "One of the judges, Mrs. Zhao, doesn't like me. She said that I look like a song and dance troupe girl. If I go out, I will be elected as a representative. It makes me laugh and generous, so I give me zero points for everything." Zijia was silent. "A beauty pageant is not a beauty pageant," Rongrong smiled wryly, "But, who would wear such a revealing swimsuit and run around on stage to show her buttocks and thighs, crazy." Zijia couldn't help nodding, "It's indeed a bit contradictory." Che Rongrong looked at Zeng Zijia, "Miss Zeng, you have to learn how to talk like you, right?" Zijia smiled, "Are you accusing me of hypocrisy?" "No, it's so tactful, but it can tell the meaning of the heart." Zijia suddenly burst into laughter. She had offended many people and broken many things because of her frankness. Now, in the eyes of a young woman.She actually represents smooth and tactful. Oh, it succeeded, how bitter. "We're leaving." They walked across the banking district to the mall. The first thing to do is to remove the rotten copper, rotten iron and glass beads on Che Rongrong's body. Yilian was already waiting for them at the jewelry store. Zijia picked out a pair of diamond earrings, a ring, and another tower-shaped cultured pearl necklace, "I wear it every day, and it looks natural when I get used to it." Rongrong protested, "This is old lady jewelry." "nonsense." Yilian asked, "That's all?" Zijia smiled, "That's enough, people will become suspicious if there are too many, you can't just evacuate people's belongings immediately." Rongrong said: "Tianhe once gave me a heart-shaped diamond necklace, I like to wear it very much." Zijia said very gently: "Don't wear white mink, don't wear heart-shaped diamonds." "why?" "Because it'll look like a cabaret girl." "Who said this?" "The cabaret girls, they all like to dress like that." Che Rongrong had no choice but to let out a long sigh as she was better than Zeng Zijia. It's a crime to make such a beautiful woman sigh, but Zijia has an important task to do, so she has to resort to more cruel methods. Walking outside the fashion store, Rong Rong screamed: "I don't want to wear this brand, because they are color blind and will always only have black, white and grey." Yilian bent down with a smile. "Rongrong, this is just a costume." "Ah, if I live like this for the rest of my life, I will be miserable." Zijia would just shake his head, A bear's paw, B arsenic, Zeng Zijia would only buy a set of this famous brand to reward himself on his birthday. Just as she was trying on clothes, the mobile phone in Rongrong's handbag rang. She took it out and listened to it. She was also a little surprised, and handed it to Zijia, "Looking for you." Zijia added: "Starting today, throw away all pagers and mobile phones." Rongrong wanted to protest, but Zijia had already waved her hand and lowered her head to listen to the phone. "How?" asked over there. Zijia had to calm down to realize that it was Zhang Tianhe. He couldn't help saying coldly: "Mr. Zhang, we are busy and have a set time to report to you every day. Please don't be impatient." That is to tell him not to harass them. Zhang Tianhe said: "I'm free now, can I come to accompany you?" "It's absolutely impossible," Zijia turned her back and lowered her voice, "How can she listen to you now that you're here?" "Yes, yes, then, I will hear your report before five o'clock." Zijia returned the phone to Rongrong. Seeing that she had changed into a gray beige plaid top and dark gray wide-leg pants, Zijia smiled, "How beautiful." Rong Rong asked, "Is that Zhang Tianhe?" "It's him." "Say what?" Rongrong was a little nervous. "Ask me to report back to the company later," She was relieved, but added: "I will have dinner with him tonight." Zijia smiled and sat down. At this time, the manager of the fashion store came out to say hello, and praised: "Miss Che has a good figure, and she wears clothes with a little room, so sexy." Really insightful. Che Rongrong twisted the excess fabric around her waist, "Like a tent." Zijia whispered in Yilian's ear, "Her underwear is too exaggerated. Go and buy some soft fabrics with her. Please, don't pick bright red. The kind with mesh, all depends on the color of your skin." Yilian looked different. Zijia looked at Zhu Yilian with questioning eyes. Yilian said softly: "After we transform Miss Che, I'm afraid that Mr. Zhang won't know her." Zijia replied, "Isn't he thinking that way, but I will remind him of this later." Let him have his own way. Zeng Zijia only needs to complete the task, and her task is to make Che Rongrong behave well at the banquet night, and she doesn't care about anything else. Zijia coughed immediately, "Your hair—" Che Rongrong's complexion changed drastically, and she held her long and curly hair with one hand, "How is my hair?" She looked like she was about to cry. "I'm afraid I'll have to wash it straight and cut it to shoulder length." "No!" Che Rongrong raised her voice. Zijia hurriedly said, "Yilian, we'll pick up these clothes tomorrow, we'll talk about them when we go out." Zijia pulled Rongrong to a corner, "Rongrong, don't raise your voice in public, to attract attention." "I won't cut your hair." "You didn't cut my hair for me, I don't care about your hair length, now your boss told you to change it." "I'll speak to him myself tonight." "very good." "Miss Zeng, why do you hate me?" "I don't hate you." "You do hate me, everything about me is not to your liking, I am useless in your eyes, and I am very unhappy." Zijia smiled and spread his hands, "If you want to play this role, you must dress up according to the script." "Can't I just be myself?" "I'm afraid I can't." "Can't you change the script?" "Think about it, will the master of the Zhang family accommodate you?" Che Rongrong was depressed, "Tell Zhang Tianhe that I won't act anymore." "Tell him yourself, Yilian, let's go." Che Rongrong was anxious, "Where are you going?" Zijia stopped and asked, "Do you want to have lunch together?" Che Rongrong ordered very fatty pasta, but it wasn't enough. While sipping ice cream and soda, Xi Wen's mobile phone rang three times; while eating and talking, the battery ran out, so she simply went out to use the public phone. Zijia was silent, and it took a long time before she could say: "It's such a good condition, I won't gain weight after eating like this." Yilian could only apologize. Zijia laughed at herself again, "If we relax a little bit, we will become balloons." She looked at the vegetable leaves and mineral water in front of her. "I'll go back to the company first. That's it for today. You can accompany her to buy five or six pairs of half-heeled shoes, no bows, no open toes." "Yes, Miss Zeng." Zijia finally couldn't bear it and said: "Today, I finally have a better understanding of men's taste." Back at the company, Zhang Tianhe was waiting for her. He smiled in surprise: "You look quite tired, shopping should not be strenuous." Zijia said coldly: "Mr. Zhang, will a comfortable job fall on me?" "Can Rong Rong cooperate?" "Well, fortunately, her self-esteem was quite hurt." "Yes, she was indeed wronged." "One morning, we overturned what she always thought was beautiful, and she thought I was deliberately against her." "Children's temper." Zeng Zijia said: "There is always a big distance between how one sees oneself and how others see her." Zhang Tianhe suddenly asked: "What do you think of me?" Zijia was taken aback. But Zhang Tianhe immediately asked again: "We are having dinner on the yacht tonight, do you want to come?" "No, I don't want to come." "Hey, Zijia, I've never heard the word no so many times from the same person. It makes me sad." He will hear more. Just at this time, the secretary came here, "Mr. Zhang, the guests are waiting for you." He had to leave Zijia's office. Zijia sat down and gave out a list of books for Che Rongrong to read. Just when she was about to send someone to buy it, her office door was pushed open vigorously, and Che Rongrong flushed pretty and rushed in with her fists clenched. She said to Zeng Zijia: "Don't think you are a hero, I will ask Zhang Tianhe to fire you." Here, I thought I was the proprietress. Zeng Zijia said lightly: "Then, you should tell him, he is on the fifteenth floor." Rongrong sat down and sobbed angrily. Zijia thought to herself, when they encounter troubles, they always sit down and cry first, no matter what happens. It must be because tears are always rewarded. This is already going to make me cry, how will I live in the future. Once the spring is exhausted and the beauty is old, what should I do then. Zijia handed her a cup of hot tea. Wait until she's done crying. Finally Rongrong wiped away her tears, stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Zeng, I have a bad temper and offended you. Don't take it for granted. You are just performing your duties. I believe you have no prejudice against me. I will go tomorrow." haircut." Zijia was surprised. She didn't expect that she would be so brave. Fortunately, Zeng Zijia never dared to underestimate the beautiful girls in the city. Rongrong went on to say: "I will not teach you to be in harmony with the sky and be disappointed." she left. Zijia called people in to buy books at the bookstore. She suddenly calmed down, probably already weighed the seriousness of the matter by herself. Late that night, Zhang Tianhe called. "Zijia, are you asking Rongrong to get her hair cut?" "Relax, your hair will grow back if you cut it." "She's not complaining, but I like her long hair." Like a plea. "Would Lingtang like that hairstyle with waves covering one pair of eyes?" Zhang Tianhe remained silent. Che Rongrong likes to comb her long hair with her fingers every once in a while, but Zhang Tianhe just likes to watch her make a pose. After a while he said, "You are right, the hair will grow back." Zeng Zijia hung up the phone with a snap. The next day when she saw Che Rongrong, she couldn't help nodding her head in satisfaction. Oh, she looks much better. Her hair is parted in the middle and hangs glossy on her shoulders. Most of the makeup on her face has been washed off, and her scent is no longer strong. The face still gave Zijia a shiny feeling?Oh, it's those watery eyes and a pair of red lips. Zeng Zijia praised sincerely: "It's really beautiful." Che Rongrong said, "Are you sincere?" "Of course I'm honest." "Miss Zeng, it's just me confronting you at this moment. I haven't said anything to Zhang Tianhe." Zijia smiled, isn't it? That's great, she didn't tell Zhang Tianhe to fire her. "Miss Zeng, why is the beauty in my mind the ugliness in your mind, and my ugliness is your beauty?" "There are different standards of taste." "Why should I trust you?" Zeng Zijia said solemnly: "Because the society has its own opinions, if you read a few more books and pay attention to the comments, you will know that the exaggerated and gaudy dress is not the embodiment of beauty." "But many people praise it." Zijia was merciless, "They are making fun of you, or they share your interests." Che Rongrong stared at her with big eyes, "You are not jealous of me, are you?" Zijia couldn't believe it, "I'm jealous of you? Why should I be jealous of you?" "I'm good-looking. I'm younger than you. I can do it. You made me look ugly on purpose." Zeng Zijia laughed. "Isn't it?" Che Rongrong was suspicious. "Absolutely not, I don't envy you at all." "A lot of people are jealous of me." "I guess that's for sure, but not me." "Why not?" Che Rongrong asked critically. "There is no conflict of interest between us. Our paths and goals in life are completely different. If it wasn't for business, we would never have the chance to meet. Believe me, I am not your enemy." Che Rongrong gradually understood. "Can you rest assured?" Che Rongrong has one last question: "You don't like Zhang Tianhe?" Zeng Zijia was still young after all, so he couldn't help but let out a laugh, "No, he's just my boss." "Don't you find him attractive?" Che Rongrong needed affirmation. "I like another type." "Which one?" Che Rongrong became curious. Zijia was taken aback. She really never thought that she would reveal the conditions of her ideal partner to others, but Rong Rong was so frank that she felt that it was most natural to talk about it. Zijia is a little shy, "He needs to be tall and strong, have a hearty laugh, and a happy outlook on life. I can go to the ends of the world with him and enjoy life." Che Rongrong was very clear, "I know, he will have a mustache, sportsman's physique, but he has brains," she pointed, "and knowledgeable." "exactly." "I drive a jeep like Laneige Revival." "Yes Yes Yes." "That's definitely not Zhang Tianhe." "of course not." "Miss Zeng, then you'd better keep your hair long." "why?" "Men like that would like long hair." Zeng Zijia dare not underestimate Che Rongrong's intuition, after all, she relies on this ability for a living. At this time, Rongrong winked at Zijia, "There must be some sacrifice." Zijia laughed, knowing she was teasing her. Zijia lamented him and said, "I have sacrificed infinitely for my work." Che Rongrong felt sympathetic, "Is it worth it?" Zijia suddenly spoke the truth again, "I don't know, I have no other way to go." Rongrong was surprised, "Miss Zeng, I don't have a second way either." Zi Jia smiled, chatting with Rong Rong is really interesting. At this moment, Rongrong noticed that there was an acquaintance sitting next to her, so she greeted her loudly. Zijia advised her: "If you have something to say, go over and say it, don't pass your voice over, please move forward." Che Rongrong muttered: "There are so many rules." "It's not a rule, it's a habit of life." "Can you do both?" Zijia smiled, "No, I yelled like I saw an old friend." Che Rongrong picked it up for her: "However, who dares to say that you are rude, the society is so snobbish, they will only say that Zeng Zijia is generous and generous, but if it is me, they will say, hot and presumptuous. The true color of a golden girl." Zijia thought about it and said, "I won't be so angry. There are many people in this society who will admire you for your ideas." Che Rongrong smiled and said, "Society has improved." "Yes," Zijia nodded, "Only look at the result, not the process." "Then, Miss Zeng, wish me success." "You will get your wish." Before breaking up, Zijia asked Che Rongrong to remove the bright red nail polish. This is called washing away the lead. That afternoon, Zeng Zijia went to visit Che Rongrong's boudoir. Unexpectedly, the arrangement is not so terrible, because the living room is large, the peach-colored leather sofa is not obtrusive, the white-sleeved wooden dining table is just right, the marble Venus statue is placed in the corner, and there are crystal decorations everywhere. This is clearly Zhang Tianhe's handwriting. He treats her well. Capitalism is all about capital, and no matter how many people who have contributed to academics or art cannot live up to such a standard of living, each has its own reasons and cannot be envied. Living a comfortable life is one of the most important things for my wife, and living a poor life will ruin the soul. Zijia looked around at the door of Rongrong's bedroom. She saw many clues. Bright red nail polish was spilled on the snow-white carpet.Fragrant mist filled the air.A room of mirrors. This is called a boudoir. Zijia glanced at Yilian, who smiled. They put the information books they brought on the coffee table. The hostess is not at home at the moment, she went to entertain Zhang Tianhe with her. There are crates of champagne under the kitchen. It seems that Rongrong is also willing to do the same. One of Zeng Zijia's many humble wishes is to drink champagne as water, because he has to commute to get off work on time, so he has not yet acted rashly. After inspecting for a while, Zijia suddenly found out: "There is no ceiling light in this house." Yes, even the living room is covered with seat lamps, the light is soft and soft, no matter where you are, you can sit and talk. Zeng Zijia laughed again. She thought of her own home, which uses a powerful halogen lamp, which is lit with a thousand fires, so that the small print must be hidden, so that it is convenient to do homework. Alas, different people have different destinies, and people with different destinies have different needs. "Very comfortable," she finally said. Rongrong's jeweled watch was just casually placed by the bedside, and Yilian added: "She said she doesn't actually need to check the time." "She'll need it these days." Zijia didn't want to continue exploring, so she took a step first. Driving away from the middle of the mountain, she raised her head and found that the sky was so blue that she couldn't help but parked the car aside and came down to admire it. There was an ice cream vendor on the side of the road. Zijia asked him: "Is there a vanilla cup? Smells like orange?" The peddler actually nodded. I don't know how long I haven't eaten ice cream, should I be grateful or sad, at this moment, the car phone rang. Zijia was a little annoyed, she picked up the receiver: "I said I would report to you." The other party must be Zhang Tianhe. "It's me, Ms. Zeng." It was Rongrong's voice, "I have to finish reading all these books?" "It's enough to read it well, and it's better to memorize it." "There is a real need for a book about dinosaurs?" He said in a bargaining tone. "Zhang Tianhe's younger brother Tianli is an expert in this field. He sat next to you in the evening. If you talk to him more, others will not harass you. He is easier to discuss." "Heh, then, where is the map of Shanghai?" "The Zhang family is from Shanghai, you know some place names, so be prepared." "That's true, but why is there a book called ?" Zijia laughed and said gently, "That Kafka novel is very interesting, I think you should read it." "Is it reasoning or love?" "Both." "It looks boring, and there are no beauties on the cover. " Zijia laughed, "How can you be so arbitrary?" Rong Rong was embarrassed, "Then, what's the matter with Hidden Court's movie booklet?" "Someone asks you what your hobbies are, how do you answer?" Rongrong said without hesitation, "I like to eat, drink and have fun." "Naturally, that includes Hitchcock movies." "But I've never seen any of his movies." "I'll ask Yilian to rent it for you." "Miss Zeng, isn't this called bullying?" "Don't worry, Hitchcock's movies are as good as they come." "Miss Zeng, our views on good and bad are like polar opposites." Zijia suddenly remembered, "Are you at home? Why did you come home so quickly? Aren't you socializing?" "I had a quarrel with Zhang Tianhe, and we broke up unhappy." "Why, he doesn't like your new look?" "No, it's not, for another question." She was relieved that she didn't do Zeng Zijia's business. "Miss Zeng, you are so smart and capable, can I discuss this matter with you?" Wow, Zijia blushed on the spot, then felt overwhelmed, and coughed quickly, "Do you want to come out and talk? I'm at the foot of your house." "I'll meet you in five minutes." Che Rongrong drove a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz convertible sports car, which was very eye-catching. When she got close, Rongrong saw bright red leather seats. Zijia asked, "Who picked the color?" "Zhang Tianhe." "Did he say why?" "He said that the Mercedes-Benz gullwing sports car produced in 1955 had this color scheme, and he liked that old car." Zijia smiled, "I don't blame him." "Miss Zeng, is that your favorite car too?" "No," Zijia replied, "I love cars that benefit people, fast and reliable cars, really." Che Rongrong smiled, "I knew you would have that answer." "Rongrong, look how beautiful the scenery is here." The two sat on the stone bench together and talked about private matters.