Gold Medal Sweetheart

"Go and find out which companies Shaw Brothers has been in contact with recently." Jin Taize's voice slowly rose in the quiet car.

Hu Yang understood and said, "Okay."

Suddenly, Jin Taize pointed to a shop they had left behind and asked, "Is this the new internet-famous bakery?"

Hu Yang looked back at the long line of people still waiting to order at this hour, and nodded with a smile, "This is it. They say it's the first store to open in the city. Lately, a lot of young people have been checking in."

"Turn around and go back."

Hu Yang was a little surprised. President Jin had never been interested in this kind of snack, but why did he suddenly become interested in it today?

The car turned around at the bend ahead, drove back, and stopped in front of the bakery.

While Hu Yang was unbuckling his seatbelt, he asked Jin Taize, "What would you like to eat?"

But as the back door slammed shut, the man had already gotten out of the car before him and stood at the end of the line consciously.

Hu Yang was startled. How could his boss take over his job? So he quickly got out of the car and chased after him.

Jin Taize waved his hand at the man who was jogging over, indicating that he didn't need to come over.

Hu Yang slowed down and stopped, but he didn't dare to go back to the car and sit in it, so he stood beside the car and waited.

The driver, Lao Liu, also got out of the car. He leaned over to Hu Yang, staring at him for a long moment with wide eyes. Then he pointed toward the back of the line and said, "Assistant Hu, what's going on?"

The two men stood side by side. The young man sighed and replied with a lazy smile, "Maybe someone can turn stone into gold."

Old Liu was completely confused and rubbed his short hair with his hands.

More than half an hour later, Jin Taize returned to the car carrying a bag full of things.

"Mr. Jin, there's a new popular ice cream shop in the south of the city." Hu Yang turned around and said.

"Oh?" The man said in a long voice, seeming very interested.

"You can go and have a look someday when you have time."

"You kid." Jin Taize looked at Hu Yang with a half-smile. He had noticed this kid's cleverness from the beginning. In addition, after training with him in the past few years, he became not only mellow and thoughtful but also able to hold back when speaking.

"I think we can ask Shi Tian's operations department to reorganize the catering level of Shi Tian Shopping and adjust the investment attraction strategy." Jin Taize said thoughtfully, looking at the bread bag beside him.

When Jin Taize opened the door, Zhigang was the first to greet him. He touched the dog's head and tilted his head to look into the house, but did not see a single person.

The garment steamer still stood alone in the middle of the living room, with a slightly wrinkled sleeve hanging abruptly on the side of the shirt, forming a sharp contrast with the majority of the shirt that had been ironed.

He walked to the guest bedroom door with the bread bag and knocked on it with his fingers bent, "Tang Xin."

Tang Xin, who was about to change into her nightgown, naturally heard it, but didn't want to pay attention to him, so she said, "I'm already asleep."

She sounded quite energetic. The man first ruled out the possibility that she was sick, and then ruled out the possibility that she was sleepy.

"Have you finished the work I assigned you to do?" A voice of accusation came from outside the door.

"I'm tired and don't want to do it anymore." Tang Xin had indeed made up her mind to go on strike. She was wearing only her panties and was taking off her bra straps.

"Come out and finish ironing it."

He was out having fun, and then he came home to enslave her. It was so unfair. Tang Xin was filled with the will to resist the unfair treatment.

"I've taken off all my clothes, you can iron the rest yourself."

The man raised his eyebrows. "That's perfect. I'll go in. I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll go in. One—two—"

Before he could count to three, the guest bedroom door opened as the man expected, but behind the door was the girl's angry face.

So, the result of the resistance was that the man sat leisurely on the sofa drinking tea while watching the girl reluctantly ironing the remaining sleeve.

The little house made of cotton swabs on the coffee table immediately caught the man's attention. He put down his teacup, took the exquisite little house in his hands and looked at it over and over again. "Did you put this together tonight?"