So people beco obsessed with online gas, online novels, and online short dramas.
In Sun Dasheng’s previous perception, these three things were easy for teenagers to get hooked on. He never expected that so of their audiences would also be retired elderly people.
Old kids, old kids, no wonder they call them that.
Thinking of this, Sun Dasheng made a call to Da Cheng.
On the phone, he encouraged him to produce more and better short dramas that are more suitable for the elderly.
Sun Dacheng hung up the phone, a bit puzzled by his cousin’s words.
Since when did he support his short dramas so much?
Hadn’t he just been supporting them reluctantly before?
Although he supported them financially and materially, he never saw them in a positive light.
He said it was tacky and low-class, like dog at that couldn’t be served on the main table.
Oh well, not sure what craziness my cousin is up to.
But having more support is always a good thing.
"Little Wang!" he shouted towards the office door.
Soon, a gracefully shaped secretary in office attire ca in.
"President Sun, what’s the matter?"
Sun Dacheng frowned, "How many tis have I told you, there is only one President Sun in the company, and that’s my brother. Just call Manager Sun."
"Yes, Manager Sun, do you have any instructions?" The secretary corrected herself with a smile.
"Inform the editorial departnt to write scripts for ten more short dramas; the company is planning to start filming a few more short dramas."
"Understood."
.....
The enthusiasm of the young female kindergarten teacher was more intense and rapid than Sun Dasheng imagined.
He wasn’t sure if it was explicitly set, but the particular social dia post was only visible to him.
In a single afternoon, his social dia feed was flooded with over a dozen enticing photos from her.
Every caption underneath the photos was thought-provoking.
Totally opposite to those from gold diggers.
Why did it seem a bit familiar?
Isn’t this the sa flavor as the chicken soup those won love to drink?
Except these chicken soup captions were brewed just for n.
Admittedly, the chicken soup was indeed delicious.
[Mr. Sun, are you there?]
While browsing his feed, Sun Dasheng saw her ssage.
[Here!]
[Okay, sorry to bother you. Sothing happened today, it’s about Nan Nan....]
A large block of text ca through, he thought she was writing a script.
But he still seriously read it all, because it was about how his child was being bullied at school.
At the end, she said, "Don’t worry, I have already disciplined that kid and criticized him in front of so many other children. Now he’s not daring to make any more trouble."
[Okay, thank you, Mr Yu!]
No matter what her considerations were, indeed, he owed her for handling this matter.
[Mr. Sun, do you have ti in the evening? I’d like to et and discuss the follow-up about the child, how about it?]
Sun Dasheng thought for a mont, "Sorry, you can discuss it with the child’s mom, I have plans tonight."
[Oh... maybe next ti then.]
[Yes, next ti for sure!]
He ended work.
Returned ho.
The three little ones were there at ho.
It had been a while since he’d tasted so fresh at.
Tonight, he enjoyed it to his heart’s content.
The next day.
He got up unusually late.
By the ti he woke up, the house was already empty.
After washing up, he noticed that the place was a bit ssy.
The young girl was great in every way, except she wasn’t very fond of cleanliness. Cleaning was often just for show.
The dust in so corners of the room had already accumulated thickly.
Of course, he wasn’t much better; a case of the pot calling the kettle black.
He ordered a cleaning service through an app.
Not long after.
Ding dong!~
The doorbell rang.
Opening the door, there stood a woman in a cleaning service uniform with professional cleaning tools in hand. Seeing the hoowner co out, she quickly lowered her head in greeting:
"Hello, I’m the 88th cleaning service personnel dispatched by the company. May I ask...?"
When she lifted her head, her eyes clearly widened, "President Sun?"
Sun Dasheng recognized her the mont he opened the door, "Why is it you? Weren’t you working at the 4S store?"
It turned out that this cleaning service personnel was Huang Feifei, a forr classmate of Zhong Liying, who had previously tried to seduce him.
Huang Feifei quickly put down her things and explained, "I was assigned to the night shift at the store, from 2 PM to 10 PM.
I take on so extra work during the day when I’m free."
"Oh, then co on in." Sun Dasheng stepped aside to let her in.
Sitting on the living room couch, Sun Dasheng watched Huang Feifei busy herself, thinking: Could this be a little punishnt from Liying?
He couldn’t really bla himself for thinking that.
Typically, with old classmates, especially from the sa dorm, you’d help them out when you’re soaring high.
No way would you arrange a cleaning job for them. Even if you couldn’t arrange another position temporarily, putting them in this role, especially on the exhausting night shift, didn’t seem right, right?
Sun Dasheng laughed at his thoughts; it seed there was truth to the saying that won hold grudges for a lifeti.
Even soone as mild-tempered as Zhong Liying would act this way. If it were another woman, perhaps even more ruthless thods of revenge would have been used?
"President Sun, could you lift your feet a bit? I need to clean the spot beneath you." Huang Feifei, at so point, had started cleaning around him.
Sun Dasheng, hearing this, curled his legs up on the sofa.
Watching the woman arching her back, diligently wiping the floor with a towel soaked in cleaning agent.
Is this a uniform temptation play in front of ?
He didn’t allow himself to think so, especially after her previous incident.
However, her actions today were not as out of line as last ti.
Although there seed to be an elent of enticent, she was genuinely focused on her work this ti around.
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