??Chapter 421: Chapter 422: The Last Ti (5)_1
Chapter 421: Chapter 422: The Last Ti (5)_1
There were also leaks from so insiders, suggesting that the new project Jiangshan Group collaborated on has stalled. Perhaps they’ll have to pay a hefty breach of contract penalty, and it could inflict unprecedented damage on the Jiangshan Group.
Jing Haohao looked at the news, perplexed and feeling a sudden heaviness in her heart. The leisurely feelings she had been enjoying for the past few days in the small town disappeared without a trace.
Jin was beside her, feigning sorrow, wailing, “My idol, my heartthrob, the man of my dreams…”
Jing Haohao, however, silently put away her phone, walked to the counter, and continued to arrange the costics.
Along the way, sobody asked her the price of an item. She stared blankly at the bottle of lotion on the table, entranced. Eventually, Jin ca over, politely smiled, quoted a price, then gleefully led the custor to see other costics, wracking her brain to make a sale.
Jin had been working at this counter for two years, her articulate charm rarely letting a custor escape. Once the custor left with a bag full of costics, Jin hopped over to Jing Haohao’s side, patted her shoulder, and said, “Haohao, we’re about to hit our sales target for the month. If we exceed it, we can both get a bonus. I even helped you reserve that last custor. When we get paid, you owe
a al.”
Jing Haohao remained silent, frozen in place.
“Haohao? Haohao?”
After Jin called her na twice, Jing Haohao finally ca to her senses and nonchalantly responded with a “Hmm.”
“So, you agree.” A al could make a teenager like Jin incredibly happy and satisfied. She cheerfully looked at Jing Haohao, her eyes crinkling into a smile. At the next second, her jaw dropped: “Haohao, what are you doing?”
“Why did you put the lotion in the cleanser box? And this authentication label, you stuck it in the wrong place too. Also, this is toner, not makeup remover… My goodness, Haohao, you got it all wrong…”
Jing cried out, fixing all the mistakes Jing Haohao had made.
Jing Haohao recovered from her daze and looked at the ss she had made on the counter, furrowing her brows.
What was wrong with her? She, who was always ticulous in her work, was distracted?
Jin turned her head and noticed Jing Haohao’s unusually pale complexion, unable to help but ask in concern, “Haohao, are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?”
“No,” Jing Haohao shook her head, forcing herself to refocus and continue working.
The following morning, Jing Haohao woke up early and checked the news on her phone again. The headlines still reported the downward trend in Liang Chen’s company stock. It was the fourth consecutive day. Professional analysts had started discussing this issue, suggesting that Jiangshan Group might be facing a critical mont of life or death.
Jing Haohao felt increasingly anxious throughout the day. In the afternoon, she suffered a stomach ache and went to the bathroom, only to find out that her period had started. After borrowing a sanitary pad from Jin, she stood at the counter, continually refreshing her phone, eager for updates on the Jiangshan Group.
That night, Jing Haohao lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, her phone clenched tightly in her hand.
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