tearful attack

"Think about it carefully. Since you took over this company, no matter what problem you have, who do you ask every time? I don't care about these things, who cares?" Li Yisheng settled the score with his fingers, "I think I should ask you for it. Five times the salary."

Wen Lin laughed dryly, with a very guilty expression on his face, "I've really troubled you for a while..."

"If you really think it's troublesome for me, then quickly recruit another manager." Li Yisheng said, "Really, I just want to be a legal consultant."

"But I think you've done a pretty good job these days..."

Li Yisheng showed despair, "Is there really no problem with this company?"

Wen Lin lowered his head in shame.

To say whether there is a problem with the company, there must be a problem.If there is no problem, the ink cartridge company will not be reduced to the present situation.

If you want to solve the problem, you cannot choose to escape.

"It's my fault, I'm too lazy to make progress." Wen Lin reflected, "I will try my best to find a way..."

After speaking, Wen Lin took out his mobile phone and asked Xia Qian about this question seriously.

At this time, Xia Qian was working in the office on the top floor of the Boyuan Building, completing his daily work.After half a month of business trip, he has accumulated a lot of official duties, which made him a little busy.

But he still saw Wen Lin's text message very soon.

The content of the text message surprised him a little.Wen Lin briefly mentioned the current difficulties that the ink cartridge company is facing, and asked how to supplement the company's management.The content itself was nothing special, but Xia Qian was keenly aware of Wen Lin's changes.

"How did you think of asking me this?" Xia Qian asked.

After a while, Wen Lin was not ashamed to reply, "I want to be more like a boss."

Xia Qian didn't ask any more questions, and told him directly, "Cultivation or external recruitment—these two methods are usually used to fill talents."

Wen Lin thought about it secretly, the current soil of the ink box is obviously not enough to cultivate talents, it seems that the only way is to hire outsiders.But external recruitment is not an easy task, not only need enough money to offer superior conditions, but also need enough vision to discover those real talents.

"If you have already made up your mind, I will pay more attention to it for you, and if there is a suitable one, I can introduce it to you." Xia Qian added, "It's up to you whether you can make it or not."

Of course, we have to talk about the specifics later in the year. After all, March and April are the golden period for recruitment and job-hopping.

Wen Lin was overjoyed and thanked repeatedly.

Then as soon as he put down his phone, he found Li Yisheng poking his head around, with a very sneaky expression, full of gossip.

"You and Xia Qian...have a good relationship?" Li Yisheng asked.

Wen Lin asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little emotional." Li Yisheng thought of how he had asserted that Wen Lin had broken up with him several times before, and felt a little pain in his face, so he couldn't help but patted Wen Lin's shoulder, "I really underestimated you before."

After speaking, Li Yisheng turned back to do his own thing, leaving Wen Lin with a dazed face.

At this time, Xia Qian sent another text message.

Xia Qian actually took the initiative to ask about Wen Lin's situation. This was something that had never happened before, "It's almost Chinese New Year, when will you go home?"

Wen Lin couldn't help being excited.

The answer to this question made him a little sad, "Just... the train ticket for the night after tomorrow..."

"Oh." Xia Qian replied with one word, unable to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

"President Xia...I'm sorry..."

Xia Qian laughed, "Why are you apologizing to me?"

"You finally came back, but I'm going home again..."

"That's not something that requires you to apologize." Xia Qian said helplessly, "Don't you miss your family very much? You should be happier to go back for such a long time."

Even though he said that, when he thought about parting again, Wen Lin was still very reluctant, "Mr. Xia, I really want to take you back too."

Xia Qian smiled and shook his head, thinking it was a sweet love story.

In the next two days, Ink Cartridge Company and Boyuan Group also took a holiday, and the employees dismissed one after another, rushing to their hometowns in droves.

As for Wen Lin's school, there was no class half a month earlier.

Wen Lin suddenly discovered that he had suddenly become idle. He could only check orders on the Internet every day, and accidentally made tens of thousands more.

Although this was not something a boss should do, Wen Lin was quite happy.His previous mistake was simply ignoring the role of employees too much. As for making money itself, it is so-called that it is difficult to move without money. It is a good thing to be able to earn money for the company when the company has insufficient funds.

The only regret is that even after Boyuan Group's holiday, Xia Qian is still busy, so he can only meet Wen Linjian at night to keep warm.

In the blink of an eye, the date on the ticket arrived.

Wen Lin saluted with a big bag and a small bag, and sat in the waiting hall with the train ticket.

"Brother," his sister, who is four years younger than him, was videoing with him, "It's rare for you to come back, did you bring me a beautiful little skirt?"

"Farewell, goodbye, I dare not bring you a small skirt, I can't figure out your aesthetics." Wen Lin said with a smile, "I brought you a new mobile phone, are you happy?"

Sister Wen was very happy and shouted long live three times over there.

Then the mobile phone was immediately snatched by Wen's parents, and mother Wen's face was reflected, "Linlin, can you come tomorrow morning? I made soup at home, and there are a lot of big fish and meat in the refrigerator, all of which you like to eat vegetable."

Wen Lin glanced at the time on the ticket and nodded.

Seeing the happy expressions on the faces of his family members, Wen Lin himself felt a little joyful, and the joy of being reunited with his family slightly made up for the melancholy of being separated from Xia Qian.

Wen Lin has already started to calculate which souvenirs he can buy when he returns home, and which he can give to Mr. Xia after the next year.

But just when he was full of expectations, an accident was poured on his head like a pot of cold water.

The time on the ticket was eleven o'clock, but until twelve o'clock, Wen Lin was still sitting in the waiting room of the train station.

A few minutes after twelve o'clock, Wen Lin also received a text message from Mr. Xia, "Have you got in the car yet?"

Wen Lin twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a wry smile, "Not yet."

"Did you book the ticket so late?"

"No," Wen Lin sighed, "unlucky, the train is late, and we have to wait another four hours."

After these words, Xia Qian didn't respond for a while.

Wen Lin glanced at the ticket in his hand, and at the delay information on the big screen in the waiting hall, feeling really helpless.

There was a sudden heavy snowfall in the north, and several sections of railway tracks were buried. There was nothing to do about the delay of the train. It could only be attributed to bad luck.

Wen Lin was about to try his best to think about happy things, adjust his mood, and when he looked up, he found that the content on the big screen had changed again, and the delay added two hours, at least six o'clock in the morning to wait for him The train is gone.

Wen Lin's expression froze on his face, he couldn't even smile wryly.

At this moment, Xia Qian, who hadn't responded just now, suddenly sent another message.

"Are you still at the train station?"

"Ah."

"Wait," Xia Qian said, "I drove over."

Wen Lin blinked, suddenly a little stunned.

Xia Qian said, "Where is your hometown? I will take you back directly."

Wen Lin finally understood, he jumped up in fright, and immediately wanted to push back, "Xia, Mr. Xia, are you serious? How can you bother you so much!"

But after Xia Qian said those two sentences, he didn't respond again, and he probably threw the phone aside.

Wen Lin pinched the phone, both moved and ashamed, at a loss for what to do.

Half an hour later, Xia Qian sent a text message, "I'm here, you come out from Exit No. [-]."

Wen Lin dragged his bags and anxiously rushed all the way to the location mentioned in the text message, and he really saw Mr. Xia's car.Xia Qian was standing beside the car, breathing into his frozen red hands.

"Mr. Xia," Wen Lin didn't even bother to delay the bag, and rushed over, "Mr. Xia, how can you really come here?"

"Why can't I come over?" Xia Qian looked at him and asked.

"This is really too troublesome...Why are you so troublesome..." Wen Lin was at a loss, "You are usually so busy, how can you still do this kind of thing, it will take a whole night..."

Xia Qian couldn't help laughing, reached out and rubbed his head, and said three words, "I'm happy."