MTL - The Road Turns White Tonight-Chapter 3 Second words: four missing one

At night, the streets are full of bustling lights, vehicles are moving in and out, people are bustling, and the streets are bright as rainbow.

Out of the coffee shop, Lu Youyan leaned lightly on the lamp railing beside the street and looked at the building opposite the shop with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. She has a secret in her heart.

Most of the people in this building like to patronize this cafe called "Time". She can always hear more or less about the person from the broken mouth of the employee, then take it to heart, and return at night Let's take a rest in the rental hut. The news is small and difficult to distinguish between true and false, not enough to cope with thoughts, but it is always good.

A month ago, I jumped out of a foreign trade company and entered this coffee shop. This decision was really brilliant.

I have been back in G City for three months. I started working as a veteran and worked for a foreign trade company. Almost two months later, the order she was in charge of was still in place and could not see progress.

Frankie's devil inherited the fine tradition of picking bones from Jewish eggs, and just saw dozens of questions about the perfect sample, but he had to serve him. After a long period of tug-of-war, when it comes to a large number of orders, they are in the payment method. The devil asked for a letter of credit, but the manager insisted on a wire transfer. I have to wear my tongue to persuade customers to pay by wire transfer, but the issue of deposit cannot be resolved. The devil is willing to pay only 20%, but the manager refuses to live or die. This time is good, the talks broke down, and stuck up and down.

But once and for all, I got to know Frankie.

"I admire Your Excellency," she said.

Frankie knew she was provocative and said, "I like your unprofessional too."

She said, "Get out."

Frankie was also not annoyed, and smiled and suggested, "Dear, I heard that you resigned. Would you like to come to my company?"

She said, "Don't you think I'm not professional enough?"

Frankie said very seriously, "Don't you know that Arabs can marry four wives, I marry one of us, marry a British, marry a French, isn't there one missing?"

She glared at him, "My wife is no longer professional and hasn't forgotten that you are Jewish, and my wife and you have a table of mahjong just for you, four wives are waiting for you to serve tea."

Frankie laughed, poked her head up to the table, and talked helplessly, how could she spread the goods?

However, it is not bad to revisit the place and make friends with one person.