In the office.

Zhou Yang smiled and answered the calls one by one.

The theater chain executives on the phone seemed extremely sincere, as if they were all friends and would definitely cooperate well in the future.

There was a lot of compliments on the phone. The people in charge seemed to be very thick-skinned. They had done a series of messy operations on "Infernal Affairs" and passed all the blame on temporary workers, completely passing the blame away.

In the past, Zhou Yang hated people and so-called hypocrisy, and he didn't like to deal with these people.

But after seeing more people and dealing with more things, Zhou Yang began to understand that hypocrisy is actually the normal state of capital.

You have to adapt to him. When facing hypocritical people, you have to be more hypocritical than them.

"Unknowingly, I have become such a person."

After talking about cooperation with the CEOs of these theater chains with hypocritical smiles, Zhou Yang felt sick in his heart.

However, there are some gains. At least he has negotiated a 50-50 split from the previous 50-50 split with the theater chain, and he did it with a smile.

The sunset in the evening always makes people feel a little lonely.

In the quiet moment after answering the phone, Zhou Yang sat on the sofa, feeling no joy, only at a loss as to what to do.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the words "Don't forget to eat during the Mid-Autumn Festival" repeatedly.

After his career started and he saw hope, he couldn't help but start to think about the deepest emotions in his heart.

"Have the courage to ask each other about their feelings..."

"At least it's better than hiding it silently and not knowing anything!"

"Don't be afraid of failure. Even if you fail, you can still be friends."

"Don't worry about whether you are worthy or not. People living in this world are inherently equal!"

"Men and women are the same, poor people are the same as rich people..."

"Only by attacking can we win!"

He lowered his head, looked at a love book on the table, and kept reading these few sentences.

Mr. An should have understood what I said.

She didn't refuse...

There is no refusal, that is to say, she should acquiesce?

It seems so, but I can't be sure. Maybe this is another kind of rejection...

How could it be rejection?

I am a man, and I am not related to Mr. An, so why would she remind me to go to her house to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival?

and……

When she invited me before, she was talking about grandpa, not her grandpa...

Is that an unconscious psychological suggestion?

There are still six days until the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Chapter completed!