He Is Warmer Than Time

In mid-November, when Song's door bell rang, Song Ran meticulously wrote homework, and a man's voice fell into her ears: "Is Xiao Ran at home?"

Looking up, Yang Haitao appeared in front of him in a fitted navy blue long coat, Song Ran's eyes lit up, and the young man would now pick himself up, so refreshing and handsome, more than a thousand times better than that lifeless Zhao Mingyi. what.

She put down the pen in her hand: "Why, what's the matter?"

Yang Haitao came over and grinned, "I tell you a good news."

Song Ran's eyes lit up: "What? Are you going to give me money?"

Yang Haitao rolled his eyes: "Talking about money hurts feelings, we are still in the early days of starting a business, the money is not coming so quickly, sister."

Song Ran shrugged: "Apart from money, nothing else can be called good news, you know?"

Yang Haitao sat next to her: "My buddies contacted me with the largest computer company in the United States. They said they were optimistic about the huge market potential in our country, so they asked me to come and talk."

Song Ran was suddenly excited: "This... really good news."

Yang Haitao's vision is indeed broad, lofty and far-sighted. Song Ran's heart is extremely stable. Following Brother Tao, there is meat to eat, and the days of wealth and wealth are waiting for her.

Yang Haitao was a little proud: "That's right, my buddy, let me bring a secretary to look professional."

Song Ran nodded frequently: "Your buddy has made good suggestions, so bring one."

"I want to bring a nicer female secretary, it's better to know some English."

Song Ran glanced at him: "I'm not free. I'm a senior high school student. I'm going to take the college entrance examination soon. Don't be foolish."

Yang Haitao snorted: "You think too much, I want to take your sister."

Song Ran snorted: "Brother, you are even more wishful thinking."

Yang Haitao: "With you as a lobbyist, I believe you can. Last time at the museum, I had a good chat with your sister."

Song Ran scratched his hair: "Have a good chat?"

God knows how bad things Yang Haitao said after her sister came back. Old hat, she didn't know how to pretend, she didn't know how to understand, she couldn't shake a bottle full of bottles, and he thought he would have a good chat?

There really is a huge gap in cognition and culture between him and her sister.

Yang Haitao patted her shoulder: "Our plan to make a fortune, whether we can take this first step, depends on you."

Song Ran wanted to **** his face. She was the only one who contributed the money, and she was the only one who gave her the power, and Yang Haitao lay down to collect the money.

Why should he take all the benefits?

That night, after Song Xuan came back, she felt that her sister had been looking at her as if there was nowhere. She took the chopsticks and said displeased: "Why are you so sneaky in your own house?"

Song Ran touched his neck and said with a guilty heart: "Sister, did you have a good time at Yao's Supply and Marketing Cooperative?"

These words really hit her pain point. She is a serious accountant graduated from a prestigious university. The Yao family's accounting model is too old, and Yao Dalong feels that there is no need for innovation.

She is not salty and not indifferent: "What are you asking this for?"

Song Ran reported Yang Haitao's proposal to her sister one by one.

Seeing Song Xuan's face turned gloomy, she felt like a mountain rain was coming and the wind filled the building, Song Ran shrank her neck, not afraid to die: "Don't think too much, just treat it as a job, huh?"