Chapter 15: High depression

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"Grandpa, let me let go of it, that thing is really lost, can't find it..." Gao Zizi, or Mu Tiannan, the new division manager of "Yifeng" Seed Company, is nodding his head at the phone. As if the person at the end of the phone can see his expression.
He was on the phone on the facade, and the look of the nod was falling in the eyes of the fat salesman who lost the ginseng seeds, and it was even more uneasy.
Hey, Mu is really a good person, and he is willing to work for his own staff. On the one hand, the fat salesperson was afraid of the company’s investigation, but he couldn’t help but take a red heart on the eyes of Mu Tiannan who was answering the phone. Like Xiang Linyi, he was chanting in his heart – Mu’s manager was handsome and handsome, but it was really Good man...
I don’t know that Mu Tiannan, who was sent a
good guy card
, has the idea to care about the idea of ​​a salesperson at the moment. He is now overwhelmed by the
old man
on the phone.
"No, you just killed me!" Mu Tiannan thought that his "term of imprisonment" may have increased for several years and lost patience.
"Bad boy, don't put the old man in your eyes, telling you that Laozi interrupts your leg!" The snarling sound of the gas was heard from the handset of the mobile phone, and the ear slammed, and Mu Tiannan shrank. I really wanted to throw the phone away, but when I thought of his temper, his courage and screaming disappeared.
Any joke, if the old man is only a hot character, then his father, even if his character is cruel... It is this tyrant who hardly brought himself back from the comfort zone of New York and distributed it to the inland city of R city, my Blondes, I miss you so much!
Mu Tiannan’s heart mourns, but his mouth is very charming:
Master, you will give me some time. I can find it once. I will definitely get the ginseng seeds for the second time. You must believe that I am beautiful for my son. Say two words, hehe."
"Oh..." There was a sigh at the end of the phone. "Don't yell at me, this old man, hundreds of years of ginseng, even if we are mobilizing people to go to the mountains to find it, how can we be as good as last time? Luck, find a strain with seeds?"
Mu Tiannan perceives the loneliness in Grandpa’s voice, blaming himself for being careless, and a bit of a positive color:
Is it not possible to use that wild ginseng? It is reasonable to say that ginseng is stronger than seeds...
He said here. I don't know if it involves confidentiality. I lowered my voice and returned to my office on the second floor.
"All things are alive, the aura of ginseng is good for the average person. For you, Grandpa Guo, it is too strong... You have to know that the virtual is not to be filled, and his meridians can't stand the toss." The sound, when it comes to this, is a bit of a desolate taste.
Grandpa Guo, when I was a child, I used to put myself on my head, laughing loudly, and eating the meat, the meridians have been damaged to the extent that I can't afford a 500-year-old ginseng... Mu Tiannan muttered Self-speaking, what can I do for these older generations, what is left?
And my grandfather, the grandfather who can do everything in memory, is also facing the status of Grandpa Guo?
Mu Tiannan even promised that he could not say anything. For a time, both the grandson and the grandson were silent, the atmosphere was very depressed, and finally the phone was hung up there.
"Dudu..." Listening to the blind voice from the mobile phone, Mu Tiannan had no usual arrogance on his face.
His slender fingers tapped on the desk, and for a moment he took a plain A4 paper from the drawer, cut a pencil, and buried it.
The simple two strokes, the outline of a side face, a smudge, long hair with a long waist is also in its embryonic form. Nose, mouth, ears... Mu Tiannan is still smooth by the memory painting. It seems to be difficult when it is painted.
Also modified a bit, Mu Tiannan picked up the phone on the table and called the small circle downstairs.
Xiaoyuan is the chubby shop assistant. The face is round and cute, but it is a good match for this name.
Xiaoyuan was suddenly summoned by Mu Tiannan, and he couldn’t help but accelerate his heartbeat. He didn’t know what the manager was looking for.
"Mu manager?" Xiaoyuan’s voice was awkward and very affectionate.
"Come in." Mu Tiannan did not feel pity and jealous jade at this time, and quickly told her to come in.
Xiaoyuan pushed the door open, and Mu Tiannan pointed at the paper and told her to see it.
"Oh, this is not..." Xiaoyuan was a little surprised. This A4 paper is the one that she saw, Lin Luoran. Although it is only a side, it can still recognize the small circle that the impression is profound.
Mu Tiannan is about to breathe a sigh of relief, and Xiaoyuan spits out a "but..." and asks his heart to hang again.
"But what?" Mu Tiannan is going to look for someone according to this picture. It is best to have no difference. I hate that he only saw one side of the day. The best picture can only be like this... vomiting blood and vomiting blood, after a while Ask someone to install the camera. Although the seed company is remote, it can't be without a camera. Otherwise, which one is so troublesome?
Xiaoyuan hesitated. "The eyes don't seem like much. The lady, her eyes are bright--right, like the stars." Xiaoyuan found a suitable adjective and was relieved.
Mu Tiannan frowned, he also felt that his eyes were not very similar. He didn't think it at the time. Now, in retrospect, her temperament is really special, and her pen and ink can't be painted. It is really awkward.
After calling Xiaoyuan to retreat, Mu Tiannan considered it for a while and called a phone call: "I am looking for someone..."
The other side should have come down and said a few words, Mu Tiannan said: "Yes, in R city, it is a woman, I have a portrait on the side... I know things are difficult, otherwise how can I find you?"
There seemed to be a bit of fear, but Nono promised to come down, no need to guess, it was a chore for them.
Mu Tiannan was silent for a while and felt very difficult. He added: "You can rest assured that although I have painted it by memory, her eyes are quite recognizable and very characteristic."
On the other side of the phone, I asked what is the feature. Mu Tiannan uttered a "like the stars" and he had some blushing. What kind of features are this, but they can't find other more appropriate adjectives? It is awkward!
There, I was careful to ask: "Is it found for your residence?"
Mu Tiannan finally roared: "What mess is wrong, I tell you, this time is not my hunting, it is the person that the father wants, I will fax you a portrait, I can't find you!"
It is considered to be a scorpion who is only hunting, and Mu Tiannan is very depressed - he does not want to think about it. If it is not too many of his previous subjects, how can other people have such "magical" thinking?
Lin Luoran, who made Mu Tian’s face, didn’t know that a son who was in the city of R was very depressed by her.
Even if she knew, she didn't think about it now.
Because Lin Luoran himself, now is in a trouble...