indianbanksassociation Chapter 523 - 230: Mixed-Blood Northeastern Girl_3
Chapter 523 - 230: Mixed-Blood Northeastern Girl_3
Boss: "4 yuan."
The handsome guy quickly told the foreign beauty: "Four dollars."
The foreign beauty picked up a bunch of spinach, and after asking the boss, the handsome guy said to her: "Three dollars."
The foreign beauty couldn’t hold back any longer and angrily said: "Dollars my ass! Just because I look like a foreigner, you think you can rip me off? I’m a bona fide Dragon Country Hei Province person, got it? I just can’t understand her Hai City dialect, but I’m not dumb enough to confuse Dragon Country Coin with dollars. Dollars this, dollars that, do you believe I’ll give you a karate chop?"
Yang Chen nearby couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The handsome guy, looking very awkward, replied: "Emma, a fellow countryman! I’m also from Hei Province. Sorry about that, miss. I overlooked the currency exchange issue. Let’s exchange WeChat, and hang out for a drink sometime."
The foreign beauty shook her head and replied: "No way! Hurry up and get away from me, or I’ll really give you a karate chop!"
The handsome guy, looking embarrassed, hurriedly stepped aside.
Yang Chen picked out his groceries, walked over, and handed them to the boss. At the same time, that Northeastern girl also gave the boss the vegetables she had picked.
The two glanced at each other, and the Northeastern girl immediately asked: "You found it funny just now, didn’t you?"
Yang Chen naturally smiled and said: "I suddenly remembered something funny and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, isn’t that understandable?"
The Northeastern girl immediately asked: "What was funny? I’m in a particularly bad mood today, share it to cheer me up too."
The boss took their vegetables and, according to the order on the tray, started preparing the Northeastern girl’s dish first.
Yang Chen went to the side and found an empty table to sit at, and the Northeastern girl, being truly enthusiastic, quickly followed and sat down with him.
"Hey handsome, go on, tell me what’s so funny, so I can laugh too," the Northeastern girl said.
Yang Chen casually replied: "My wife gave birth to twins, can’t I be a little happy?"
The Northeastern girl looked at Yang Chen in disbelief and said: "Really? Are you that amazing?"
Yang Chen: "Your question is redundant. When I used to hit the clubs, I had the nickname ’Electric Motor Xiaoma,’ and every girl I’ve dated is still hung up on me. Just last month, a newlywed girl jumped off a building, forcing her husband to agree to a divorce to be with me. Other girls are showing their appreciation of my abilities through their actions, and you still doubt my capabilities?"
The Northeastern girl covered her mouth and burst into laughter, saying: "It’s a waste of talent that you’re not doing comedy. If you did, Guo Dagang could retire as he’d have no competition."
Soon, the boss lady brought over the Northeastern girl’s spicy hotpot.
Northeastern people are very enthusiastic, and the girl warmed up to Yang Chen, handing him a pair of chopsticks, saying: "Eat with me. Once yours is ready, just give me some of yours in return."
Yang Chen joked: "Aren’t you afraid I have any contagious diseases? After all, I’m the night club Prince, nicknamed Electric Motor Xiaoma."
The girl burst into laughter and said: "Come on now, people who often party in nightclubs don’t look like you at all. I have a few frequent club-goers around me, and they all have dark circles, swollen eyes, and look completely drained, unlike you. Come on, come on, let’s eat together. As a lady making the first move, you can’t hurt my pride, right?"
The Northeastern girl was easy to talk to, and Yang Chen couldn’t resist her enthusiasm, so he accepted the chopsticks and picked up a piece of spinach to eat.
Just as Yang Chen’s spicy hotpot was ready, he returned a piece of spinach to the girl, and they both went on to eat their own dishes.
"Honestly, I was in a pretty bad mood, but after chatting with you, I feel much better. Hi, I’m Jennie Hathaway. My dad is from New York in the United States, and my mom is from Harbin, Hei Province. My mom and I both hold Dragon Country citizenship, and we grew up in Harbin, so I’m a true Dragon Country Hei Province Harbin person. I am currently the assistant manager in the International Affairs Department of an Overseas Trade Group, assisting in international trade negotiations. What’s your name?" the Northeastern girl said.
Yang Chen: "I’m Yang Chen, from Hai City, currently working as a rideshare driver. So you’re quite good at international business negotiations, then?"
Jenny Hathaway nodded and said: "Yes! But this job isn’t good at all. I’m not the one making decisions, yet when something goes wrong, I’m the one taking the blame. It’s infuriating."
Earlier, she did mention being in a bad mood, surely because she was taking the blame for her boss.
If he could recruit her, wouldn’t that solve Yang Chen’s urgent need for an international trade negotiation expert?
"People spend over a third of their day at work, and if you’re not happy at work, how sad is that? I left my job and became a rideshare driver because I wasn’t happy at my old job. Although I don’t earn much, I’m happy every day now. I do what I want to do, without being ordered around by bosses or worrying about performance, and I don’t have to take the blame for them. We only have so many decades to live, so why spend more than a third of it unhappy?" Yang Chen patiently advised.
Jenny Hathaway thought Yang Chen made a lot of sense.
Assume someone lives to be 80 years old, subtracting the first and last twenty years, leaves only 40 years of free time.
Of those 40 years, more than a third would be spent working, which means spending 13 years working. If you’re unhappy at work, wouldn’t that mean spending 13 years feeling unhappy?
No way, that’s too terrifying.