Wife Please Be Obedient

What Qin Guanglin said is not exaggerated. Every day when he arrives at the company, various things are piled up on the table.

There are more than forty people in the company, and the business is many times larger than before. Except for the less important small series, the other major projects, large and small, have to go through his hands.

The door of the office is not closed from morning till night. You can enter by simply knocking on the door symbolically for anything.

Now the scale of more than a dozen people is not the same as before, and there is no such relaxed and happy atmosphere. Although the welfare benefits have not been reduced much, Chen Rui’s division model allows everyone to work hard and work hard. No one wants to relax.

When there were more than a dozen people, that kind of ease was mainly because there were not so many things to do, but now things can’t be done.

Tuk tu tu.

"Go in."

Without raising his head, Qin Guanglin put down his paintbrush after finishing painting the rest of his hand and looked at Yu Le who was sitting opposite.

"Brother Lin, this series is over. This is the last issue." Yu Le pushed the information over and showed Qin Guanglin.

"Oh, put it here."

"Ok……"

Yu Le put a neatly stacked stack over, retracted his hand and twisted it twice on the chair, scratching his head but did not leave.

"Any other things?" Qin Guanglin asked.

"Yes, one thing."

"Let's talk, what's the hesitation."

Yu Le glanced at him, then lowered his head, buckled his trousers with his fingers, and whispered: "Um...I want to...I will do it myself next time, like Brother Zhao."

Now he is still a half assistant, helping the two painters in the company. He feels that he is almost ready, and he wants to try to make a work by himself.

Relying on a storyteller is not a long-term way. His dream is not only to draw characters and draw them beautifully. He always has to learn by himself to learn faster.

"Huh?" Qin Guanglin tilted his head and thought about it: "You are a bit small in painting now, but it is not enough. The messy scenes and people are not as easy as you think... I will study with them for a while. Right."

Yu Le was a little anxious when he heard what he said, and said: "I can practice hands like the gray mist!"

"you sure?"

"Well, it's okay." Yu Le nodded.

"Although you are only assisting them in their work now, they are all the company's flagship products. If you do it yourself..." Qin Guanglin knocked on the table and did not continue.

‘Grey Mist’ is the company’s low-end product. The kind used to recharge the library and make up the number can also be considered as occupying the Xiaobai market. It is basically free to attract popularity. There is no profit, and the painter naturally does not pay much.

At present, although Yu Le is only an assistant, he is assisting the company's main projects. Although it cannot reach the core level, the mosquito meat of the monthly profit is also a considerable income for Yu Le.

"It doesn't matter whether money is money or not, I'm still in the learning stage." Yu Le could recognize his status.

If it weren't for Chen Rui's intention to train him, he wouldn't be able to participate in the project just reported to Qin Guanglin, but now he actively wants to be responsible for those popular third-rate works, just to make up for his shortcomings and try to be an independent painter.

Qin Guanglin didn't say much when he heard this. If you like to practice, just practice. It just happens that the company's low-end works are too few.

He pondered for a moment, took out a pile of thick documents from the side, and after looking through it a few times, he pulled out a bound booklet from it, "Just this, do it hard, and ask Lao Zhao and the others if you don’t understand. ."

"Thank you Brother Lin!"

Watching Yu Lehuan walk out of the office happily, Qin Guanglin sat in a chair and rubbed his face.

It seems... I was like Yu Le at the beginning, and now it is not very important to make more money, and the most important thing is to improve yourself.

Since when did it change?

He tilted his head and didn't think about it, glanced at the drawing board next to him, and lifted the pen to continue drawing the unfinished work.

...

weekend.

Why not make an appointment with the female book friend I met at the signing ceremony to go out shopping, Qin Guanglin accompanies Qin Ma to hang out on the old street.

"What's the point when you say you only shop and not buy?"

"It's not about buying Chinese cabbage and moving home when you see everything...just your impetuous look, it's going to make people cheat you."

"I'm not doing this." Qin Guanglin knelt down to touch the broken bowl on the stall next to him, and said to Qin's mother: "It doesn't matter which generation and generation used it, it's still a bowl. The bowl is for eating. , You have a fart when you move back."

The stall owner squinted his eyes while sitting on the pony and said, "You can't say that, some people just like this."

"How much is your bowl?" Qin Guanglin asked casually.

"Take 20,000 away."

"...Well, I think two hundred are enough."

"You pay if you like it, don't grind here if you don't like it, it's not selling you." The stall owner waved impatiently to chase people away.

"Can you sell the two hundred?"

"You're funny... you can take it for 800 yuan if you really want it."

"Hey, eight hundred..." Qin Guanglin pressed against the crack on the bowl, "I see..."

Squeak.

The edge of the old bowl was pressed down by him.

Qin Guanglin was stunned, and the stall owner squinted and smiled, "Don't say anything, just pay."

"..."

After a lot of bargaining, Qin Guanglin spent five hundred yuan disgustingly, threw the bowl to Qin's mother, and made up his mind not to touch these broken things again.

"Others are careful to handle it gently, you have to press and press and press a fart." Qin Ma kept muttering, "What if it is really 20,000 yuan? Such an adult..."

"I didn't use any force, so I just touched it. This must be a routine - don't pull me next time, I will be annoying when I see it." Qin Guanglin cast his mouth in disgust.

He didn't even dare to pick it up if he took 20,000 yuan. He picked it up when he heard that 20,000 yuan had become 800.

It's too special to cheat people.

Fortunately, after spending five hundred yuan to stop Qin Ma, he was not very bad for this wave of thinking about shopping in the old street.

"Let's see if this is what Cixi and the others have used. If it is, it can be supplemented and sold."

"It's a fart, this will break the bowl."

The two people who were not thinking about shopping walked back to the parking place. Qin Guanglin drove Qin's mother home, followed her into the living room, and sat on the sofa to watch Qin's silently.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Ma knew from his appearance that there was nothing good.

"Somewhat."

"Go ahead, I hear what you want to do."

"Um... Sit here, mom." Qin Guanglin pulled Qin's mother to the sofa and sat down on the sofa, then he rubbed her hands and said, "It's just... I think... …When I look for you to borrow some money at the end of the year, how much do you have now? Report me the number first. I feel a little bit at home."

Last year, I told Qin Ma that this year, why should I call her mom, but now there is still no shadow at all, and he wondered not to delay.

The marriage must be settled next year.

"Why are you borrowing money?"

"Buying a house, see how much down payment can be collected by the end of the year, and then I will consider where to look at the house."

Ma Qin picked up the cup and drank her saliva, moistened her throat, looked at him and asked, "First tell me, how much have you saved?"

...

"You look good when you dress up. You must be chased by many people. Why do you want to dress like this?"

"I just don't want to be chased."

"Why?" Why not ask strangely, "If you don't want to, just refuse. You don't have to dress up as a tomboy? You look tanned."

Gu Xiaoqing walked down the street with his hands behind his back, shaking his body, and said with a smile: "Too lazy to refuse, it's good to be like this. I don't want to fall in love, it feels so troublesome... Sister He, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"It's great, he must love you very much?" Gu Xiaoqing shook his head after speaking, and asked and replied: "You don't have to think about it, you must be very happy to write such a sweet book. Otherwise, where is the material, I Is that correct?"

Why smile, it's a tacit understanding.

"Why don't you talk about it?"

"Just look at others, I'll leave it alone. At a young and beautiful age like me, you shouldn't waste time on stinky men."

Gu Xiaoqing raised his head and said: "Freedom-love is precious, and freedom is more expensive. I don't want someone to tie me up. I can't be injured. I have to get married and have children. It's scary to think about it."

"So you like to read my book?"

"Yes, while enjoying the happiness of being single, while experiencing the sweet love from the book, it's like having a conversation by yourself, it's perfect."

"Being happy is because you haven't met the right person." Why not shook your head, "When you meet the person who belongs to you, you will understand that it is really nice to have someone by your side and you can share everything together. Joy and happiness."

"Also share all the troubles and pains together?" Gu Xiaoqing asked with a smile.

"No, all the worries are digested by oneself, only sharing happiness."

"Is love like this? I think you are fooling me, trying to lie to me to fall in love."

"It depends on the person."

"Then what kind of person am I?" Gu Xiaoqing asked.

"You should be the kind that others treat you well, and you will do your best to treat him well, so I said that if you meet the right person, you will be happy." Why not look at her slightly, "I Are you right?"

"Uh...it seems to be." Gu Xiaoqing nodded, and then smiled: "But I am an unmarriageist, oh...it's a pity that I am a shameless flower, Chen Yuluoyan's peerless beauty ~ hahaha."

She lifted her orchid finger and wiped it on her cheek, then turned her back and returned to her bounce, "Which other people are there, Sister He?"

"It's too much. For example, if your boyfriend treats you well, you will only think that you are very good. You never thought of treating him well with the same attitude. This is just the other way round..."

The two talked and laughed together, walking on the streets of Los Angeles. The September sun was not so hot, and the clouds floated in the sky, drifting everywhere with the wind.

Early autumn, slightly cool.