Plan carefully

I looked at the ID card in my hand, Han Muyu, date of birth, June 1988, 6, Changli, Hebei.

Two months younger than me.

Through the bulletproof glass, I smiled at him, "Hello, Han Muyu, right?"

The other party looked at me for a second and nodded slightly. I guess he might have recognized me too.

I found that he had changed into new clothes today, although they were also the same ones on the construction site, they were much cleaner.Black hair covers half of the forehead, skin is the light brown of the wind and sun, long and straight eyebrows, clear eyes raised when he raised his eyes, neither talking nor smiling, with a faint sense of coolness and tranquility .Xiao Li ran over and whispered in my ear, "So handsome and cool! How old is this guy?"

I handed my ID card to Xiao Li, and asked her to admire the handsome guy and make copies for me casually.

Or some kind of good impression was at work. I helped him fill out all the application forms for card opening. You know, unless this kind of thing is a big customer, or someone who has been specially taken care of by the superior, otherwise I will not help him. People fill out forms.Asked his contact information, he said he didn't have a mobile phone, Boss Jin came up and said: "Keep mine, keep mine! Just call me when you want to find him!"

When the form was filled out and asked him to sign, he looked at it for a long time, and asked me hesitantly, "I don't want to apply for a card, can I apply for a passbook?"

I think it was probably because of the card-picking incident last time that he felt it was not safe to use the card. "Okay, no problem!" I happily tore off the completed card application form, and started to fill out the passbook form for him without any complaints.

After finishing the passbook, he handed it to Han Muyu, who held the passbook and asked again: "Then can I send money to my family from here in the future?"

"Yes!" I thought I must have smiled too kindly and spoke too enthusiastically, but Han Muyu was stunned.

"Really, yes!" I tried my best to look very sincere.But he blinked, and a slight smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, it was as fast as a hallucination, and there was no trace of it when he looked again.

"Thank you!" he said.

When Boss Jin saw that he had completed his bankbook, he told him to leave together.

Xiao Li stood behind me and sighed: "An Ran, I have never seen you be so enthusiastic about any customer? As for the relative of our president, you have never smiled so captivatingly at anyone! Look at the handsome man? "

"Not as handsome as me?" I asked shyly.Speaking of it, it's quite helpless. I have such a grown-up IQ, EQ, and various performances. I'm probably most confident in this face.

"It's different, I like his kind more!"

"What kind of him?"

"Anyway, it's not the annoying kind like you..."

At that time, I didn't know what kind of mentality it was. I thought about the person who said very little and had quiet eyes just now. Indeed, he was not annoying, so I didn't talk back for the first time...

In our line of work, we are immersed in a noisy environment every day, actively or passively.

I have always been annoyed by those unit accountants who talk like a cannonball and chatter non-stop from entering the door to leaving the door. They have something to say, but I don’t know where they come from so many irrelevant topics. To accompany the smiling face hum ha ha.

Sister Cao said, chatting with us means that the customer wants to build a good relationship with us, is this bothering you?Are you happy if you don't tell you a word of nonsense when you enter the door?The mentality is wrong!

Maybe it is, or that I am not suitable for working in the service industry. The simplest thing is that smile, which has been criticized by Comrade Xiao Li countless times as a sneer, a wicked smile, and a knife hidden in a smile.

As I said before, I always feel like a joker.Just laughing is very different from laughing.Most of the time, laughing is just an action, and it does not represent enthusiasm, let alone mood. If you laugh for a long time, it becomes an occupational disease.

One day, I went to work with an occupational disease on my face.

"The total is 13 four yuan and sixty-eight cents. You can count it..." I stuffed the money through the window, and a customer with tattoos on half his arm put the money into the bag with a bear's paw. Looking at the few coins left at the cash outlet, "I don't want the steel coins anymore, go play with them..."

I kept my facial muscles stiff, "This is your money, you take it..." In fact, in my heart, I had already scolded, who would treat me as a beggar?I'm short of your money?Is my six-figure annual salary okay?Do you think I bared my teeth at you to see that you look like Zeng Zhiwei?I'm doing it for the sake of money, okay? ...

The man with the "tattoo" didn't turn his head back, and waved his hand at me, "I'm throwing it away..."

When the person walked away, I darkened my face, "Damn, it's amazing to be rich!"

Xiao Li's voice came from behind him: "An Ran, take care of your temper, the client didn't say anything bad, why are you so angry?"

"I just look down on those rich people who don't know their last name..."

Exclamations drifted into the ears, "Oh, you are naked to hate the rich! You are naked to be jealous! You are naked to be jealous!..."

I automatically ignored the crazy woman, looked left and right to see if there were no other customers, got up and picked up a few coins from the cash outlet.I pull out my beloved pet, the giant pig's head piggy bank, from the personal belongings drawer, and toss the coins into it.Then I shook the jar violently by my ear, and the crisp sound of the coins colliding with each other wiped away my bad mood just now, "Hmph, I made a lot of money today! Sixty-eight cents!"

Don't roll your eyes at me, I, An Ran, are just such a person.

Is it wrong to like money?of course not.Although a penny is small, no one will give it to you for no reason.If money is not the most important thing in the world, it is at least a very important thing.Sometimes I will use how much I am willing to pay for a person to mark the position of this person in my heart.I earn all my "blood-earned money", and I remember every income and expenditure clearly in my notebook, from the usual wages and overtime pay to quarterly bonuses, to reimbursement of various subsidies and various items of expenses, from giving to From the filial piety of parents to the money given to colleagues to the various expenses necessary for life, and even unexpected income and expenses of one kind or another.It's not that life is so tight, and it's not that it's stingy and reluctant to spend money, but I like the feeling of being so clear.How much I pay, how much I earn, how much others owe me, and how much I owe others are clear and unambiguous.

Humming a ditty and putting the sixty-eight cents on my account book.As far as the money itself is concerned, it’s really not that much. Well, it’s so outrageously small that you can’t even buy a biscuit, but no matter how little it is, it’s still income!

This kind of cheap and good mood of being greedy for petty gains was destroyed by a thin wire when I returned to the dormitory after get off work and passed the construction site of Wanda Plaza.