Dating should happen after get off work.

Monday marks the start of another suffocating workday cycle.

Actually, it's a bit unfair for Jiang Sheng to say this—money is something you only need to have enough to spend.

Compared to the pursuit of material things, spiritual fulfillment is much harder to achieve.

No one likes going to work. People go to work for very different reasons, but almost all of them do so to "make money".

But the reverse is not true either; even if you don't lack money, you still need to go to work.

Leaving aside the concepts of "social interaction" and "labor value," it is also a very special seasoning that can amplify the subtle feelings in life.

It's the same principle as "the hungrier you are, the more delicious the food tastes".

When I arrived at the company building by subway, it was already 9:07.

Fortunately, attendance for consultants is not strict. As long as you clock in anytime and anywhere, it counts. So Jiang Sheng's clock-in time was "8:50" and the location was under the cross-city tunnel.

As usual, they were making preparations before starting work—in reality, there wasn't much work to be done.

It's nothing more than processing messages from users, teaching those out of touch with the times how to use information technology for office work, and then receiving praise like "young people are so smart."

After a while, the time had quietly reached "10:05".

So she took out a ballpoint pen and wrote "Li Youhe" on the blank page behind an old, discarded document.

Then, the names "Xia Xiaoman" and "Lu Sanqian" were written to the lower left and lower right of her name, respectively.

After doing all this, he connected the names into a triangle with three lines, tapped the paper twice with the tip of his pen, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his other hand, showing a troubled expression on his face.

Even though the situation regarding "marriage" has been temporarily eased, he still needs to bring his girlfriend home during the National Day holiday.

Looking at the three names, Jiang Sheng realized that choosing one of them as his girlfriend was no less difficult than deciding "what to eat for lunch today."

It's hard not to choose Li Youhe from an emotional perspective.

But whenever he was with Xia Xiaoman, it felt like being caressed by a warm summer breeze.

The little deer is also very cute. She has a rare and admirable resilience and is always trying to overcome her shortcomings. Such a girl is really lovable.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Sheng tore the manuscript into pieces, crumpled it into a ball, and casually threw it into the trash can.

Grandpa is wrong.

He wasn't shirking responsibility; rather, he treated everyone equally and wouldn't put all his eggs in one basket.

—I absolutely cannot say these words to my grandfather.

After thinking it over, a commotion arose in the free office area. Jiang Sheng leaned back in his ergonomic chair, turned around, and used his feet as a power source to slide forward in a wheelchair to join the fun.

From a distance, you can see several people walking towards you, huddled together, but the main focus is still on the two people in the center.

Two colleagues whom Jiang Sheng hadn't seen in a long time—Liu Jun and Qian Mei, who were both in "Implementation Group Nine" with Jiang Sheng.

For "fixed NPCs" in companies like Jiang Sheng's, even a receptionist changing her hairstyle is a novelty, let alone the two "triumphant" colleagues.

Naturally, no one could resist joining in the fun.

Liu Jun is a project manager who is a generation ahead of Jiang Sheng. He is gentle, patient, and a reliable senior colleague.

Qian Mei is a recent graduate who has just been promoted to a permanent position.

The girl had short hair with bangs, wore round-framed glasses, and a beige short-sleeved T-shirt. She still looked very young and retained the innocence of a college student.

Upon seeing Jiang Sheng, she smiled and waved to him.

The two were fairly familiar with each other. When Qian Mei first joined the company, she was mentored by Jiang Sheng. Now that she was working on projects with Liu Jun, Jiang Sheng, her mentor, had become a "stay-at-home dad".

After the two sat down, onlookers gathered around them.

"How's it going? Has the project acceptance report been signed?" Zhang Ping asked curiously.

Liu Jun smiled and nodded, and then a chorus of congratulations rang out around him.

"Wow, isn't this the 'Beifa City Investment' project you guys are working on?" Colleague Niu Chen's eyes widened. "That client is incredibly difficult to deal with."

"It's really difficult to deal with." Liu Jun nodded, seemingly recalling past events, his face showing a disgusted expression as if he had swallowed a fly. He lowered his voice a little, "But the most disgusting ones are our own company's sales staff."

Wow! There's some juicy gossip out there!

"Don't salespeople just leave after signing the contract?" Jiang Sheng slid over in his chair. "Do they have to be involved in the delivery process too?"

"I wish I had participated," Qian Mei said indignantly.

That's how newbies in the workplace are; they always speak so bluntly, and their emotions are written all over their faces.

"Salespeople make wild claims to close deals," she said. "They promise a bunch of features that can't be delivered, and then the clients come and make things difficult for us. Honestly! We should get whoever made the promise to do it!"

This is a topic that's been discussed countless times.

The salesperson wants to sell the product quickly, so they'll agree to any conditions.

We want to deliver the product as quickly as possible, so we prefer to avoid complicated conditions.

The two are sworn enemies in terms of their positions.

While there are certainly salespeople who are conscientious and cooperative, most of them don't care about your feelings and are more concerned with their own performance.

"Qian Mei, you smell stronger from work now," Jiang Sheng said, looking at the girl. "I remember I taught you how to slack off."

"Oh dear! Brother Jiang, don't talk about that!"

Qian Mei looked anxious; she was almost ready to cover Jiang Sheng's mouth.

Then Liu Jun looked at Jiang Sheng with a strange expression: "So it was you who taught him."

The information contained in just a few words is explosive.

"Just kidding, Qian Mei must have learned it herself." Jiang Sheng waved his hand, immediately disclaiming any involvement.

"Brother Jiang!"

Her face was flushed, and she looked extremely anxious.

The two new guests brought a lot of liveliness to the free office area. Even the maintenance colleagues who usually sit silently in the corner had to come over and chime in.

Most of the complaints were about the sales staff's outrageous behavior.

Until a clear and pleasant sound came from behind them.

"Excuse me, is Jiang Sheng here?"

Today, Winston Chao styled his hair in a bun, still wearing a black women's suit, and sporting a confident and beautiful smile. He even tucked a strand of hair behind his ear while speaking.

Like a watercolor painting appearing in front of a group of sketches, surrounded by only black and white lines, while she is in color.

Everyone fell silent.

They all stepped back to make way, and at the end of the path was Jiang Sheng, who was sitting in a chair.

He rested his hands on the armrests, looked at the smiling Zhao Wenxuan, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Stop bothering me. The children and the house are yours, okay? I'm tired."

Jiang Sheng could clearly feel that after she said those words, a "well" appeared on Zhao Wenxuan's forehead. She suppressed her anger and her smile became even brighter.

"That's a funny joke," she said with a laugh. "But we should go over Wednesday's plan now."

"1".

Jiang Sheng stood up, patted the back of the chair, and said to Zhang Ping, who was watching the commotion with great interest, "Help me put this chair away. I'll sit in it again when I get back."

After saying that, he followed Zhao Wenxuan toward the conference room.

Only after they were sure the two had disappeared from sight did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Did we have someone this beautiful in our company?" Qian Mei blinked, looking incredulous.

Zhang Ping was responsible for explaining, saying that this was the new marketing manager, and that they hadn't seen him before because they had been at the project site.

The four words struck the two men, who had just returned to the company, like a bomb dropped into a lake, leaving them quite stunned.

"The supervisor directly asked Jiang Sheng to do the project," Liu Jun said with a smile. "That kid's really got a lot of connections."

"By the way, it seems like we were just blaming the sales team the whole time..." Qian Mei mentioned tentatively.

Speaking ill of sales in front of the marketing manager... they've really gone too far!

The lively atmosphere instantly turned quiet, and everyone silently returned to their workstations, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with them.

"Don't worry, the new marketing manager has a great reputation," Zhang Ping reassured Qian Mei, who was quite frightened. After thinking for a moment, he added, "He shouldn't hold grudges, otherwise, theoretically you wouldn't be able to see Jiang Sheng anymore."

After saying that, he pushed Jiang Sheng's chair away.

......

Inside the meeting room.

The door remained closed, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were turned off.

It was probably only in such an environment that Zhao Wenxuan could breathe a sigh of relief and briefly shed his disguise.

"Are you going to sit on me again today?"

"Shut up!"

She rolled her eyes at Jiang Sheng, projected the plan onto the screen, then composed herself and adopted a serious expression.

Looking at Jiang Sheng.

"Ginger, we're in trouble."