58: Being late after a hangover

The next day, after Liu Xiaolin woke up from his dream, he felt his head was exploding with pain.

He sat up and checked the time; it was already eight-thirty in the morning. Sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, falling onto the floor like an uninvited guest.

Liu Xiaolin got up and put on his slippers, intending to drink some water. Just as he picked up the cup, he found there was water in the Big Mouth Frog cup. He couldn't wait to take a sip. It was sweet, honey water? It must have been brought over by Mom this morning.

He finished the honey water in one gulp, washed up, and walked out of the bedroom.

Hao Xiuhua in the living room heard the footsteps and went to meet him: "Xiaolin, you're awake? Why did you drink so much last night? Zhao Rui carried you in, and you fell asleep as soon as you were on the bed." 33 Novel Network

"Mom, I was happy yesterday. Li Xiangyang from Chuandong Group said that as long as we use the same engine model, they will prioritize using ours." Even though Liu Xiaolin drank a lot last night, he remembered everything Li Xiangyang said very clearly.

"Oh, that's great." Hao Xiuhua was also very happy.

"Mom, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry. I have to go to the factory after eating," Liu Xiaolin said.

"Mom made you millet porridge; it's been kept warm in the pot. I'll get you a bowl of millet porridge and fry you two eggs," Hao Xiuhua said as she walked towards the kitchen.

Soon, Liu Xiaolin was eating a hot breakfast.

He slurped it down, wiped his mouth, and got ready to go to work: "Mom, I'm going to work. You can tidy up yourself."

Hao Xiuhua was used to this life. After her son and daughter finished breakfast, the son went to work, and the daughter went to school, leaving her alone at home all day.

"Go ahead, be careful on the road," Hao Xiuhua said.

Liu Xiaolin went out, got in his car, and headed straight for Jiangnan Machinery Factory.

He was the General Manager; no one would say anything if he was late.

Everyone else started work promptly at eight.

He walked into his office, just sat down, and his phone's text message notification sound rang. Liu Xiaolin took out his phone and looked; it was a message from Li Xiangyang: "General Manager Liu, we've already started our return journey. Thank you for your generous hospitality last night."

Liu Xiaolin quickly replied with a message: "Minister Li, you don't need to be so polite. I wish you a smooth journey home and look forward to seeing you again soon."

Liu Xiaolin couldn't believe that even though they had said goodbye last night, Li Xiangyang would still send him a text message today.

"Thank you, thank you. Also, would it be convenient to give me Dong Yuhui's phone number?" After a while, another message came from Li Xiangyang.

Only then did Liu Xiaolin understand why Li Xiangyang sent him another text message to say goodbye. His true intention was not the farewell; it was Dong Yuhui's phone number!

Yesterday, Dong Yuhui had already said that he could give her contact information to Li Xiangyang, so Liu Xiaolin naturally wouldn't refuse.

So he sent Dong Yuhui's phone number over.

"Thank you, General Manager Liu. I hope we can start cooperating soon," Li Xiangyang was still very polite.

"Minister Li, don't be so polite. It's all something I should do," Liu Xiaolin still had to send the polite words.

It seemed Li Xiangyang really intended to cooperate with Dong Yuhui. This could be considered a good thing, good for both Chuandong Group and Dong Yuhui, and also a strong alliance.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Liu Xiaolin's thoughts. He called out, "Come in."

It was Zhao Rui who came in in response.

Zhao Rui looked like he hadn't slept well, his eyes were swollen.

"Zhao Rui, you didn't drink last night, so why do you look so swollen? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Liu Xiaolin was a little curious.

"I slept quite well," Zhao Rui had tossed and turned until almost dawn before falling asleep last night, and the seven o'clock alarm clock urged him to get up for work again. In this situation, a swollen face was considered normal.

However, he would not tell Liu Xiaolin who he was tossing and turning for.

"General Manager Liu, these are the invoices for yesterday's meal expenses and the alcohol bought outside. Please sign them, and I'll go to the Finance Department to get reimbursed," Zhao Rui took out the neatly pasted invoices and handed them to Liu Xiaolin.

Liu Xiaolin took the invoices and signed them without looking up: "Yesterday's reception meal was very good. Li Xiangyang seems to have a good impression of you. He doesn't think, can the person I value be wrong? Who sees him and doesn't say he's good!"

"Really? Then did Dong Yuhui say anything about whether I was good or not?" Zhao Rui held back for a long time but couldn't resist, opening his mouth to ask.

Liu Xiaolin looked up in surprise at Zhao Rui: "Senior Apprentice Sister? Why would she say you're good?"

"Didn't you say that everyone who sees me says I'm good? Dong Yuhui also saw me last night, so that's why I'm asking," Zhao Rui said, coming up with a reason.

"Hey, I was talking about everyone saying good things about your work. Senior Apprentice Sister doesn't have any work contact with you, so of course, she wouldn't evaluate you," Liu Xiaolin said with a smile.

"Oh, General Manager Liu is right," Zhao Rui looked disappointed.

Liu Xiaolin looked at Zhao Rui's disappointed expression, feeling very strange: He was such a shrewd person, why would he ask such a strange question?

Unable to figure it out, Liu Xiaolin shook his head and handed the invoice voucher to Zhao Rui: "I've signed it, you can go to the Finance Department for reimbursement."

Zhao Rui took the invoice, shook his head as if he wanted to say something but didn't, and turned to leave.

Liu Xiaolin looked at Zhao Rui's retreating back in surprise, scratched his head, and had a face full of question marks: "What on earth is wrong with this Zhao Rui?"

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