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The gust of wind was strong enough, and in just a few days, I had already received a call from Wang Ba. He said that the company's travel agency's business cooperation with me was stopped by several senior directors.
The reason is very simple. There is news that the registration of Letu Lake View Inn has violated the provisions of the company law in a sense. To put it bluntly, the establishment of the company itself may be illegal. If someone with ulterior motives says that I am illegally absorbing public funds, I will not be able to defend myself.
?I originally planned to ask Uncle Wei to clarify, but Wang Ba said that Uncle Wei went abroad yesterday and would not be back until next month, which put me in a dilemma.
Wang Ba said that the relevant departments may have started to investigate me, asking me if I offended some mysterious person, and told me to act carefully recently.
He said that if there is a situation on his side, he will call me as soon as possible. This sentence made me feel a little warm in the severe winter.
I went up to the roof of the building alone, lying on the sky blue parapet wall overlooking the South Lake, feeling a kind of indescribable sadness in my heart.
Nanhu presented itself in front of me silently forever with an unchanging attitude, and it can accept all the ups and downs and strong winds and waves with a tolerant attitude. But I can't seem to do it at all.
When I feel down, I always miss home and think of my elderly parents at home.
Since the last text message from my dad, I have been afraid to talk to my family on the phone.
I know that the gray-haired parents are waiting for me to go back and to show up in front of them with my beloved daughter-in-law. They must have gathered enough energy to help me take care of the children. But I have no ability to realize all these, let alone face it with courage.
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to call home. It's been a long time since I heard my mother's voice. My parents may be worried about disturbing my work, and they never took the initiative to contact me.
During the Ching Ming Festival, I went to He Peng's grave and burned an iPhone for him. However, I haven't burned a piece of paper for many years in the deserted tomb in my hometown.
When I was young, I was still frozen in the endless wheat fields in Pingchuan. But the years are like a scythe. The moment I waved it, my childhood and past events inevitably fell on the field where the heat wave was rolling. My father is a devout farmer, he planted hope in the ground, and will be disappointed with the harvest year after year. Many years have passed, and the land is still vast and fertile, but the pious farmer has already bent his back.
He was never sad, after all, I did not work like him in the land he loved in this life. In my father's eyes, I have always been excellent, so good that I don't need to deal with the yellow land in my life.
But when I escaped from this piece of land that nourished me and escaped from the barriers of many emotions, I found that I suddenly appeared in another strange land. Every inch of land here has nothing to do with me. It's mine, the applause isn't mine, only the tears and sweat are mine.
This city is not indifferent, and the feelings here are not false, but the crops I am about to harvest always experience sudden hailstorms.
My father, one day he will fall into a deep sleep on the land he loves in this life. He will be like a child who needs to be taken care of, and needs my care from time to time.
I don't know how the reunion my mother longs for will appear in a certain year in the future.
I stood upstairs and watched the scenery. Nanhu gave me another layer of emotion, which is homesickness.
With unspeakable complex emotions, I dialed that familiar yet unfamiliar phone number. After a long time, the phone was connected, and my mother asked softly on the phone: "Who is it?"
When she heard that it was me, she concealed her joy, pretended to be calm and asked me if I had eaten, and asked me if I was busy at work recently and whether I had enough money. There were snowflakes. My gentle mother, she may not know that Xi'an is already full of flowers and trees.
In Xi'an, this is a season full of tourists. People in the city wear colorful and expensive clothes, walk through the picturesque parks, and all smiles are like flowers. It's just that my hometown is still cold, and my mother still hasn't forgotten to remind me to wear more clothes when it's cold.
My seemingly leisurely father went to the square to play chess, and he went there every day. Maybe I am the only one who understands that the square is the only way for me to go home. He must be waiting for me to come back, trying to shorten the distance between me and me as much as possible. This is the deep longing of an elderly father, which has never been expressed in any words.??, just waiting without interruption every day, silent and great.
When I hung up the phone, my mother asked me if I would go home for Chinese New Year this year? I said that it is still early before the Chinese New Year, and I will go back as much as possible by then.
She said that if I come back, will Miss Xiao Li be with me?
"Yes, I will!" I said.
"That's good, that's good!" The mother repeated many times, and then hung up the phone reluctantly.
No matter how big the storm is in this world, home will always be a warm haven. All grievances and losses will become insignificant the moment they hear the mother's voice.
After the phone call, my mood quickly improved.
Sent a WeChat message to Li Xin, asking if she was off work.
She quickly replied to me, saying that she just came out of the company, and she said that Uncle Li came back from the mountains today, and she planned to cook some dishes at home in the evening, and asked me to have dinner together.
I asked if the past is appropriate now, and Li Xin let me do whatever I wanted.
The sky became dark before I knew it, and I was finally able to go downstairs with a smile on my face. Little Dimple and Little Huya didn't know about someone's deliberate pickpocketing for the time being, so they dealt with everything easily.
? Today, Ctrip¡¯s verification volume is five orders. Two customers on Taobao have already called to make reservations, saying that they are on an evening flight, and asked if the inn can arrange a pick-up?
Xiao Diwo told them professionally that the inn did not have the conditions to pick them up at the airport, they could take the airport bus to Xi'an Hotel, and the inn would pick them up at Xi'an Hotel as much as possible.
After hearing what Xiaodiwo said, a new question arises, can we pick up every customer in the future?
?Foreign-related hotels have an inherent advantage. Only by providing meticulous service can Lotto Lakeview Inn gain a firm foothold in the market. This will be a difficult task, and I need time to demonstrate its feasibility.
Lao Han volunteered to pick me up at the Xi'an Hotel. He drove Chen Wei's Wuling Hongguang, sent me to the TV Tower, and happily headed north along Chang'an Road.
A person who is both spiritually and materially rich, understands world affairs, knows how to advance and retreat, and Lao Han's innocence and asceticism are presented in another form.
I bought a bottle of Xifeng wine at the convenience store at the gate of the community and went upstairs. There are a lot of things to talk about after drinking for three rounds. Uncle Li should understand my situation! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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