On the damp and stormy night, you can't see the twinkling stars in the past.
The typhoon circle is about to cross, and the rain has not stopped, pouring the whole city into a fragile steel forest.
Next to the science and technology park, which is rarely lit, the 24-hour convenience store is still open. Listening to the whistling wind outside the house, the clerk sat by the cashier and buried his head in his mobile phone, and the poster stand next to it was printed with colorful advertisements.
There are very few customers tonight, and the people who are usually in a hurry have disappeared. In the face of the typhoon, the vast majority of companies chose to let employees get off work on time and no longer be busy until late at night as usual.
In addition to the boring clerk, there is only one customer in the store who has been staying for a long time.
A man in his thirties sat in front of the window, with his back to the billboard behind him, staring at the pouring rain outside.
His previously wet shoulders had been dried by the air in the room, and there was a chattering voice in his mobile phone in his ear: "Mr. Ye, there's nothing we can do. They don't know where they heard the news. They have to settle the payment today, but most of the rain refuses to leave--"
The panicked words ended in the suddenly darkened black screen.
The mobile phone with cracked screens has run out of last bit of power.
The man's only remaining will also disappeared.
The convenience store provides free chargers at the cash register a few meters away, but he has no intention of asking for it.
Because there is a poster across there.
Ye Qing put down his mobile phone and looked at the heavy rain outside the window.
In the storm, the dim yellow street lamp seemed to be completely extinguished in the next second.
Ye Qing thought that it was still five or six minutes away from the company building.
He is waiting for the rain to get less.
Take those five or six minutes more easily.
In the deserted waiting, the electronic welcome sound at the door of the convenience store sounded gently.
Accompanied by the damp water vapor, the door of the store opened and closed, and a pair of couples came in, with a fresh and light breath.
"I've only seen that flavor in this store." The man in the white shirt put away the black umbrella in his hand and looked at the beverage shelf in the store as soon as he came in. "It's right there."
The man beside him had dazzling red hair, and even the clerk who was busy playing with his mobile phone couldn't help looking at it for a while.
The red-haired young man didn't look very interested and asked lazily, "Is it really that delicious?"
The lover answered him seriously, "You will like it."
"Then why is it only sold in this store?"
"Because it is a new product, the company is in the park next door, and I want to try it at the nearby convenience store first."
The sound of their conversation continued to break the silence in the store. Ye Qing, whos brain was chaotic, subconsciously followed the reputation.
Both of them have an outstanding good appearance and an expensive naivety who doesn't know the world.
On a dangerous typhoon day, I specially came to a distant convenience store to buy a small drink.
The gentle man put the cool drink bottle on the checkout counter, then turned around and followed the lover who was wandering among the various shelves, who seemed to have endless patience.
The red-haired young man's eyes casually swept over the dazzling shelves, occasionally stopped, reached out and picked up something, frowned and commented, "This kind of chocolate is terrible."
As he said, he seemed to remember the long-standing past: "But when I went on a trip, I bought a kind of similar packaging, and it was delicious."
He is very picky.
People around me unconditionally tolerate this kind of pickiness.
"Can I still buy it?"
"No, it's not on the Internet."
"I asked someone to go there to buy it."
"Forget it, it's too troublesome."
It is not the first time that Ye Qing has heard a similar dialogue.
In front of the shelves full of goods, there are always different people who miss the delicious food or items they have encountered all over the world.
Then, they will see an advertisement that can be seen everywhere in various convenience stores today, about an online supermarket application for shopping and quick delivery.
The red-haired young man also caught a glimpse of the large poster next to the cashier and said casually, "Why do you put such advertisements in the convenience store? Aren't you afraid of stealing business?"
"I don't know. Maybe there will be cooperation." The lover carefully read the advertisement and asked him, "It is said here that you can give feedback on the goods you want. After reaching a certain number of people, they will be partially on the shelves, and then you can buy them at any time. Would you like to try it?"
He looked at the box of chocolates on the shelf that had just been rejected.
"Isn't that purchasing on behalf of others? It's quite creative."
With that, the red-haired young man Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the stranger's unusual expression and suddenly smiled: "Excuse me, did I disturb you?"
Ye Qing, who originally just turned his head and glanced at it, was staring straight at the couple now.
He has heard such dialogues too many times, and he also knows that the next moment, there will be two more new customers in this app. He has long been used to it.
Only this time, Ye Qing can no longer control his emotions.
There was obvious blood in his eyes, and his hands were clenched, as if he was angered by these irrelevant casual chats, and he cast a hateful look at the stranger he met.
Like a madman who has reached the end.
However, the red-haired young man in front of him was not afraid at all. He looked at his crazy expression, curled the corners of his lips, picked up the box of chocolates and shook it: "Do you also think it tastes bad?"
In that bright and ostentatious smile, Ye Qing suddenly seemed to be drained of all his strength.
He sat there decently and muttered, "This is the mode of running through..."
It was he who thought of using this gimmick similar to purchasing agency to attract users, that he built a whole set of operating framework through continuous trial and error, and he burned money subsidies to cultivate user habits.
But when he tried his best to lay the foundation, his subordinates left and built another imitation with all his experience.
The latter who doesn't need to fall sway up, has a large investment, infinite hope and dawn.
The stumbling pioneers will be crushed by the sinking accumulated all the way and quickly forgotten by the changing market.
Any entrepreneur should be prepared for failure.
But this is the cruelest kind of all failures, enough to destroy all wills.
Ye Qingku sat down, muttering that sentence in his mouth, and had forgotten the scene around him.
The strange couple looked at each other.
In small shops next to this kind of park, there are often excited or desperate entrepreneurs coming and going.
The red-haired young man with a ostensive personality said, "Did you do it?"
Ye Qing almost conditioned: "I did it earlier!"
He smiled clearly: "Earlier, but it's not you in the advertisement, so you failed. You can only sit here awkwardly and vent your anger at strangers."
Ye Qing's consciousness was forcibly pulled back to reality by these merciless words. He was about to open his mouth, but he saw his clear eyes flashing with interest, as if he had found something interesting.
He turned his head and looked at his obedient lover: "Is it expensive to invest in such a project?"
"...I don't know." The lover thought for a long time and hesitated, "It's not expensive."
"Is that so? So you don't feel interested?" The smile of the red-haired young man became more and more intense. "I think it's quite interesting."
He glanced at the advertising poster not far away and casually put the chocolate back on the shelf.
"The color scheme of this icon is too ugly. I don't like it."
Then, he showed a beautiful smile to his lover who hesitated: "Beso, that chocolate is really delicious."
The rain outside the glass window is still falling.
The anger in Ye Qing's eyes gradually turned into an indescribable surprise.
Because the good-tempered lover in the white shirt quickly lowered his head to find a business card from his wallet and handed it to him.
A well-known name in this city is printed on it.
Ye Qing didn't move. He thought, maybe he was wrong.
People are trapped in despair, and it is always easy to have delusions like a fairy tale.
But the other party's tone was very serious: "If you are interested in accepting the capital injection, call this number, but the secretary will answer first, and then you will say that it is the business card I gave you."
Ye Qing was stunned for dozens of seconds before slowly reaching out to pick it up. His voice was stunned: "Who are you?"
"My name is He Qiao." He said, "This is my father's business card."
Ye Qing was stunned in place, watching He Qiao pay for the drink, opened an umbrella at the door of the convenience store, and left with the red-haired young man in his arms.
It seems that everything that happened just now was as casual as buying a bouquet of flowers for his lover.
It's as casual as an illusion.
A moment later, Ye Qing put away his business card and walked into the still noisy wind and rain with an umbrella.
There are only occasional lights in the park building next to it, which is empty, and not as busy as the bright as the past.
Ye Qing walked silently in this familiar direction.
The typhoon passed completely, and the rain became a little less.
He thought about going back to the company.
It's only five or six minutes away.
But stepping on the whirlpool of fate, the water splashed everywhere, and his steps became slower and slower until he stopped in place in a trance.
He has two choices now.
One is the certain destruction, and the other is a joke that may come true.
The dim light of the street lamp and the stranger's cold sarcasm roasted his back together.
Welcome sounded again at the door of the convenience store.
The man covered in wind and rain strode to the cashier and reached out and knocked on the table.
The clerk raised his head blankly.
"Do you have a charging cable?"
By the colorful poster, Ye Qing held his cracked mobile phone tightly.
And the simple business card.
The light illuminated the thin paper.
Diagonally opposite the road, through the rolling rain curtain, Chi Xueyan clearly saw Ye Qing sitting in the original window seat, his mobile phone close to his ear, and he was saying something solemnly.
He Qiao, who was beside him, held the handle of an umbrella and stared at the convenience store opposite quietly.
The rain fell on the black umbrella, making a dull and continuous sound.
No words are needed. They understand one thing together.
Ye Qing will no longer go to the top of the stormy roof.
Chi Xueyan held a plastic bag containing drinks in his hand. He couldn't help clenching the thin plastic tape and let the rough texture rub his palm.
He witnessed a reversed fate with his own eyes. In the heavy rain, the person who should have died had a new life.
Unspeakable feelings filled my heart.
After a long time, Chi Xueyan came back to her senses and asked the people around her, "What will your father do?"
"When he talks to Ye Qing face to face, he will definitely recognize his ability. He will invest in Ye Qing's project, or rather, invest in this person.
He Qiao replied calmly, "I guess, as an investor representative, I will also have more contact with Ye Qing and learn from him."
He paused, and his voice was tinged with a trace of teasing: "Because this is a good opportunity for me to find out by mistake."
Chi Xueyan nodded: "So, are you going to become a capitalist with a good appearance?"
"Right." He Qiao raised his eyebrows and attacked back with a smile, "The dentist is very good at coaxing people."
This smile reveals the truth that has been forgotten.
Chi Xueyan also laughed.
The vague smile dissipated in the sound of rain.
The wind and rain are raging in the field of vision, standing side by side on the endless long street, as if there are no two people in the world who are more compatible than them.
They may be more like accomplices now than their loose-sense-scoming accomplices.
An intimate and unscrupulous accomplice.
The strot after the adventure is two bottles of cold new drinks.
He hasn't unscrewed the bottle cap yet, but it seems that he has tasted an unforgettable taste.
Chi Xueyan looked at the splashes splashing from the edge of the umbrella and suddenly asked, "Do you know what is the most suitable for you to do now?"
He asked this question again.
In the ups and downs of the rain around him, He Qiao understood him more and more. Without thinking, he replied, "Relove the umbrella?"
Chi Xueyan thought that she finally guessed half of it this time.
It's to throw away the umbrella and kiss.
Unfortunately, there is no one on the street at this moment, and there is no on-site audience to please.
So he had to live up to this wonderful rainy night.
He Qiao, who was holding an umbrella, waited patiently for the mystery to be revealed, but Chi Xueyan did not announce the correct answer, but looked back with a bright smile, and her pale lips moved slightly.
His eyes were so bright, as if he had picked a crescent moon from the night sky to hide, lest it get lost alone in the roaring storm.
"It's time to say good night." The lover whispered his name, "...He Qiao."