Smoke swirled around the side of his face, and his chiseled face was hidden in the smoke, making it difficult to distinguish his expression.

Meng Chen knew that some things could not be undone, just like some people, once you let go, it is impossible to look back.

He failed Xiao Zi after all.

He closed his eyes and took a puff of cigarette.

Suddenly, an image of the London training ground popped up in his mind, with a thin girl standing next to him.

The girl's eyes are bright and full of energy, and her pure face is pure and simple.

That was teenage Xiao Zi.

It is as beautiful as a bright mirror, spotless, and as graceful as a lotus flower.

Meng Chen rubbed his eyebrows and took another puff of cigarette.

The smoke shrouded his sad expression, making him look haggard.

…

Qiao Zhai, noon.

After lunch, Ye Jiaqi and Josnian sat side by side on the sofa.

In his hand was a tablet, his sharp eyes fell on the screen, his face was deep.

Ye Jiaqi held a cup of hot tea and leaned towards him.

"Sit tight." Josnian said solemnly without raising his head.

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi sat down and said, "Aren't you going to the group this afternoon?"

"Um."

Ye Jiaqi snuggled next to him and took a look at the tablet. It was all in English.

Although her English is not bad, the page is full of professional economic terms that she doesn't understand very well.

"Does Mr. Qiao work in English now? Or does he do more foreign trade business?" Ye Jiaqi couldn't help but ask. The matter in the court has not been resolved yet, and she has not forgotten it.

It's just that Josnian doesn't allow her to ask or interfere with anything in the group, so she won't interfere.

"You don't have to worry about it."

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi's eyes were a little disappointed, "Actually, you can explain it to me. It's not that I don't understand it. When I get my degree and graduate, I might be able to help you. Is your company short of translators?

Whatever I can do, I can also do foreign trade.”

"Although I majored in journalism, I don't necessarily want to be news-related, right?" Ye Jiaqi tried his best to sell himself, put down his cup, and took his arm.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to look at her, and pointed at a sentence, "This sentence, please translate it."

Josnian's slender fingers landed on the tablet.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head attentively, read it carefully, and said word by word: "This is... listed on the New York Stock Exchange in January, with a market value of over 13 billion US dollars."

After translating, she raised her bright eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Right?"

"Um."

After getting his approval, she couldn't help but hold his arm and lean on his shoulder: "Then do you want to consider recruiting me into the company. The salary doesn't have to be too high, I think it's quite a deal."

"Qiao doesn't use the back door."

"..." Ye Jiaqi snorted coldly, "Then I can submit my resume. Qiao's threshold... is that okay?"

She is a little unsure.

Josnian glanced at her: "It's okay if I say it's okay, but it's not okay if I say no."

"Sorry." Ye Jiaqi wrapped his arm around him coquettishly, raised his head, kissed the side of his face, and breathed hot breath into his ear, "If you don't let me enter the company, I won't let you in."

Home."

"You're ready, huh?" Josnian put down the tablet, reached out to lift her chin, and stared into her eyes with burning eyes.

Ye Jiaqi nudged him: "Everything must be fair."

"Talking to me about fairness, who said you want to open a store?"

"Everything is fine." Ye Jiaqi smiled.
Chapter completed!