Shanghai, in a high-end office building.
In a certain office, a few people gathered together and watched the live broadcast of the mushroom house with great interest.
A heated discussion began.
"Wow, today's news is too explosive.”
"That's right. It's already shocking enough that a 13-year-old child wrote 'The Godly Brush Ma Liang'. Now, it seems that he also wrote' Snow White 'and' Cinderella 'when he was 13 years old.”
"Compared to him, I feel like I'm trash.”
"You don't have to compare yourself to him.”
"Go to hell!"
"Most importantly, he donated to the school.”
"That's right, and he deliberately didn't let anyone know.”
"This breadth of mind, this resolve, has already killed a large number of people in the world.”
"Ancient music! I thought it was a person's name. I didn't expect it to be Ye Shaoheng's alias.”
What they didn't know was that while they were discussing…
Their manager, Huang Xiaobin, was already standing behind them.
The young and promising Huang Xiaobin became the department manager of this company with a market value of tens of billions at the age of 26.
He was outstanding and kind.
He was a person who got along well with people in the company and had dignity.
The people who were discussing the mushroom house happened to be his subordinates.
In a big company like this, even though they had a lot of idle time…
However, in the employee handbook, it was strictly forbidden to look at the phone during work.
Not only was he peeking alone, but there were also a few people watching together.
So what if they were watching? They were even discussing it so enthusiastically.
Huang Xiaobin was very angry and was about to go up and scold them.
Suddenly, he heard two words.
Ancient music!
Then, he heard about donating to the school.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
He was stunned on the spot, his eyes dull as if he had suffered a heavy blow.
The next moment, his nose turned sour and his eyes turned red.
If one were to observe carefully, they would notice that his body was trembling slightly.
"Manager Huang!"
It was unknown who it was, but when they unintentionally looked behind them, they saw someone standing there.
When he saw that this person was Huang Xiaobin, he was shocked.
When the others heard the words " Manager Huang," they were also stunned. They immediately stood up straight and greeted Huang Xiaobin respectfully.
Playing with his phone at work.
And they were all playing with their phones.
If it was a minor demerit, he could even be fired.
With Huang Xiaobin's strictness, these few people definitely wouldn't be able to escape punishment today.
Therefore, they were all very afraid.
At this moment, he regretted running over to join in the fun.
This job was not bad. Not only was it relatively leisurely, but the salary was also very good.
If he was fired because of this matter, the gains would not make up for the losses.
They lowered their heads and quietly waited for Huang Xiaobin's anger.
They hoped that Huang Xiaobin would scold them. At least this way, the possibility of them being fired would be smaller.
However, they had been standing there for quite a while, but Huang Xiaobin still hadn't spoken.
Someone secretly looked up at Huang Xiaobin.
When he saw this, he couldn't help but tremble.
Why was Manager Huang, who had always been strict, serious, and capable, crying?
Could it be that he was so angry that he cried?
It's over, it's over…
It was inevitable that the first person who looked at the phone would be fired.
"You guys mentioned ancient music just now and even donated it to the school?”Huang Xiaobin's slightly choked voice sounded.
A few employees looked up and looked at each other, confused.
What was going on?
Is Manager Huang going to discuss the mushroom house plot with us?
They did not dare to speak.
"What show?" Huang Xiaobin asked indifferently.
A girl whispered," Mushroom House's live broadcast added an amateur auntie as a guest. Then, she invited Mushroom House's guest to her house. She saw many trophies and letters in her basement.
Later on, it was verified that the auntie's son was the famous Zhi Tong.
It could still be An Tusheng now.
Gu Yue was also the aunt's son, Ye Shaoheng's alias. He was specially used for donations.
We only looked at our phones because of the ancient music. We didn't…"
"Alright."
Hearing this, Huang Xiaobin suddenly became excited.
"Turn off your phones and do what you have to do. If I catch you playing with your phones during work time again, don't blame me for being rude…I'll let it go this time.”
After Huang Xiaobin finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"Manager Huang, what's the situation?"
"He's a good person. If it were Manager Wang next door, we would have been fined even if we weren't fired today.”
"That's not what I'm talking about. What I mean is, why is Manager Huang crying?”
"Yes, he's such a strong person.”
"How strange!"
"I know the reason."
"Don't keep me in suspense. Tell me quickly!"
"Have you forgotten that Manager Huang's family is very poor?”
"Oh, right. Manager Huang didn't hide this at all. He was even a little proud. I remember once at a gathering, he mentioned it to an intern who was also from the countryside.
He said that his family was poor and that going to school was a luxury. Later on, someone sponsored him and that was how he got to where he was today.
Therefore, he cherished his life very much.”
"The truth is, Manager Huang is one of the people sponsored by Gu Le!”
"Manager Huang is lucky to have met such a benefactor.”
"Then why is he crying?"
"How would I know? Stop discussing and get to work. If we get caught again, we'll be in trouble.”
After saying that, everyone returned to their seats.
On the other side.
Huang Xiaobin arrived at his office as quickly as he could.
After entering, he immediately locked the door.
He took out his phone and clicked into Mushroom Hut's live broadcast room without hesitation.
It had been ten years, and she had finally found him.
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