Chapter 3
The clerk was also convinced, "Mr. Su, my name is Shuhong, Wei Shuhong."

"Oh, yes..." His memory!The clerk she recruited personally told him at the time that the clerk's name was the name of a color, which was a predestined relationship.

She always believed in such mysterious things as fate.

"Shuhong." He said sternly, "You still stay and work, and your salary... will be increased by [-]%, and there will be a bonus at the end of the year."

After finishing speaking, he carried the cardboard box and left, leaving Wei Shuhong stomping on the spot. Didn't she deliberately say she wouldn't go to work for the sake of salary?There is not even a single paint in this store, what is the boss doing if he doesn't close the store?It also pays dividends at the end of the year!What kind of dividends will she get if she sells out of stock?However, this salary is already much higher than similar jobs!Perhaps, the job she will stay in the store in the future is to clean up and fulfill the orders of the boss: everything in the store remains the same, and a needle is not allowed to move its position...

The home of the old painter Zhuang Yu.

Su Rongyu, who was soaked all over, knocked on the door lightly, and Zhuang Yu inside the door exclaimed again and again when he saw him, "You still deliver the goods yourself? It doesn't matter if you come later! It's raining so hard! Look at you! Come in quickly. Drink a cup of hot tea to keep you warm! Change your clothes! I have new clothes that I haven’t put on yet!”

"No need, Mr. Zhuang, don't be too busy." He put down the paint.

"What can I do then? Come here quickly! Take off your clothes!" Zhuang Yu forced him to stay.

He had no choice but to change his clothes, holding a cup of hot tea to talk with Mr. Zhuang.

"Rongxuan!" Mr. Zhuang's tone was full of embarrassment, "Use the paint that I'm used to, and let me change it to something else. I really can't paint!"

His eyes dimmed and he couldn't speak.

Mr. Zhuang patted his hand and sighed, "I know you feel uncomfortable, but what are you going to do with this store and this brand?"

How to do?Of course we have to keep going!
He forced a smile, "The goods are gone, but Hua Qing is still there."

"Yeah! It's a pity for me too, so I want to ask you, I happen to have someone who makes colors here, and I like the brand of Huaqing very much. I want to buy it and continue to do it. What do you think?"

His already forced smile gradually subsided, "Mr. Zhuang, I'm really sorry, thank you for your appreciation, but Huaqing is not for sale."

When he left Zhuang's old house, he was still wearing his wet clothes. From the steps to the gate surrounded by iron fences, he needed to walk a bluestone road. Moss grew on the road due to age, and it was very slippery when it rained.

He remembered that he fell down the first time he came to his hometown in Shangzhuang.Was he five or six then?He fell and gnawed on the mud, directly broke his front teeth, and even vomited blood, which made him cry, but she didn't sympathize with him at all, and even told him to cry.

She always called him crying bag!It's been called that since the first time we met!
He hates her to death!

 The story of big brother Su Rongxuan and Xin Wan will be updated normally~
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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