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In the evening, the elevators of Central office buildings are crowded with well-dressed but tiredly described urban men and women.

Qiao Wen was wearing a white shirt with the collar slightly loosened a bit, a look of idle lethargy after a day's work. He looked no different from the office workers around him, only because he was born with an unforgettable face that would inevitably attract some restrained stares.

Ever since the office of Meng Zhen Clothing moved to this office building, every day when he went up and down the elevator, he encountered some gazes of one kind or another. Of course, there were also those who directly came up to talk to him - it was also an annoyance for men to be too good-looking.

For example, right now, he had just walked out of the building's entrance when a modern woman walked over to him and greeted him enthusiastically, "Hi, you're Manager Qiao of Dream True Clothing, right?"

Qiao Wen looked up at the visitor, a kinda pretty young girl, dressed in a black and white Chanel suit, carrying a small Chanel sheepskin bag in her hand.

Always gentlemanly and polite with girls, he smiled and nodded, "Yes, and you are?"

The woman took out a card and handed it to him, smiled and introduced herself, "My name is Zhou Jiayin, you can call me Alice, I studied fashion design in the United States before, and I just opened a women's clothing brand studio back in Hong Kong City, which is located in this office building. I saw your interview in the newspaper earlier, and I appreciate your concept of brand development. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate and exchange in the future."

Qiao Wen looked down at the business card in his hand - JY Clothing Studio, Zhou Jiayin (Alice).

In this day and age, to be able to study fashion design abroad and come back with her own brand, not to mention the fact that her outfit is worth one or two years' worth of expenses for an ordinary family, I think only a rich girl can be so generous.

He smiled and nodded, "So it's a peer, but compared to Ms. Zhou who studied design, I, the company manager, can only be considered a layman."

Zhou Jiayin has a very bright American style, smiled revealing two rows of neat white teeth, said, "Mr. Qiao is too polite, your brand is doing so well, I have to learn from you." Said, and as if casually asked, "Mr. Qiao have time? It happens to be meal time, or else let's go have a meal together and talk slowly."

Qiaowen was about to think of what excuse to use to reject this beautiful young modern girl, when his afterglow suddenly caught a glimpse of a windy motorcycle coming this way.

Chen Canaan clicked a sharp brake and parked his motorcycle on the curb next to the two, reached down and took off his helmet, waved and said loudly, "Xiao Qiao, I'm coming to pick you up."

Qiao Wen nodded at him and collected the business card in his hand, then took out his own card and handed it to Zhou Jiayin, smiling, "Sorry Ms. Zhou, my friend came to pick me up, we'll talk again next time we have the chance."

Zhou Jiayin didn't feel disappointed and nodded her head with a smile on her face, saying, "Then I'll see you later, Mr. Qiao."

Qiao Wen politely waved goodbye to her, walked over to Chen Canaan, took the helmet he handed him and put it on, and asked curiously, "Brother Nan, what brings you here?"

Through his helmet, Chen Canaan saw the modern woman who had just spoken to Qiao Wen, step on a pair of high-heeled shoes, bend down and burrow into a red Beetle in front of him, and dash away.

Alarm bells went off in his mind, and as he started the car, he asked, "Who was the woman you were talking to?"

Jovian said, "The owner of a clothing company in the office building."

Chen Canaan snorted coldly, "To be the boss at such a young age, I'm afraid you're a young lady from some family, right? How long have you guys known each other?"

Jovian said, "Only just met."

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Just a few casual conversations about work."

Chen Canaan became more and more eccentric: "Just met can talk about what work? Don't think it's because someone else has a crush on you, a little white girl, and is hitting on you on purpose?"

The sour smell could literally waft two miles.

Qiaowen cried and laughed, the hand that was placed on his waist, twisted it hard, and said viciously, "Who's calling who a little white boy?"

Chen Canaan wailed in pain, but still stalked his neck and said, "You were originally a white boy."

Forget it, don't get into it with this guy, not to mention the fact that this skin is indeed a standard white boy now.

Qiao Wen let go of his hand and changed the topic, "Right Nan, let's not go back yet, you accompany me to meet someone."

"What man?"

"Go and find out."

Under his guidance, Chen Canaan's motorcycle drove into the crowded squatter area of Kwun Tong.

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The Chanel girls of earlier times and the shabby and crowded ghetto of this moment are the two worlds of this metropolis and a reflection of this cruel world.

Chen Canaan didn't remember Qiaowen knowing anyone from the Quarry District and asked curiously again, "Who are you looking for here?"

"Tang Xingwei."

"Who is Tang Xingwei?"

Jovian said, "It's that waiter at Star World."

Only then did Chen Canaan think of it like a sudden realization and let out an oh, "If you didn't say it, I almost forgot."

Qiao Wen laughed lightly, not only he almost forgot. In the past two months, Chen Canaan this "big hero", every day ushered in the stars, reporters came wave after wave, this association that chamber of commerce, also went to the door one after another to visit. The business of the martial arts center is booming, the daily flower baskets have never stopped, the meal is also eaten one after another.

The hustle and bustle of such a flower-studded event was a little calmer until the last couple of days.

Anyone who cares a little about current events, no one does not know about the pretty boy Nan of the Ah Nam Martial Arts School, but no one ever mentions the waiter who was bullied and humiliated by the gweilo again, as if he was just an insignificant background in that incident.

Of course, there's no excuse for this; people are always willing to create heroes to chase after, and very few people genuinely care about the underdog.

Tang Xingwei himself apparently did not want to get something out of this storm, and when Chen Canaan came out and the media's microphones were turned on this hero, he silently withdrew from the storm and did not even look for Qiao Wen again.

During this period of time, Qiao Wen, in addition to going to work, every day is to rejoice in watching Chen Canaan scenery, by the way, indulging in Guan Zhen - that is, Guan Zhenbao big young master to create a serialized novel based on Chen Canaan.

Like everyone else, he had actually almost forgotten about Tang Xingwei.

If it wasn't for the fact that he got off work early today and Chen Canaan came to pick him up, and both of them were free as can be, he wouldn't have suddenly thought to check on Tang Xingwei's condition.

Although he had only been here once, Qiao Wen still remembered the location of Tang Xingwei's house, the door of the dilapidated wooden house was only lightly covered, and there were people talking vaguely inside.

He knocked on the door, and someone soon came to open it, and it was Tang Xingwei, who seemed to be a few points thinner than before, and he didn't know whether it was because of exhaustion or labor.

Seeing the "uninvited" Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan outside the door, Tang Xingwei was obviously very surprised, froze for a moment, before coming back to his senses, and hurriedly opened his mouth to say, "Mr. Qiao Mr. Chen, why are you here?"

Qiao Wen laughed, "Nan and I were passing through the neighborhood and remembered that you live here, so we stopped by. How have you been lately?"

Tang Xingwei nodded his head a bit hastily, "It's okay, you guys come in and have a cup of hot water."

Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan followed him into the house.

This tiny room was still the same as last time, dark and simple but clean and tidy, only this time there was a hidden odor of Chinese medicine. Qiao Wen casually asked, "Is anyone sick?"

Tang Xingwei brought two cups of water and placed them in front of the two of them, pointing to the inner room separated by a cloth curtain, and said in a low voice, "My grandfather has been sick recently and has been taking medicine."

Jovian asked again, as if offhandedly, "Did it make your life inconvenient after that incident?"

Tang Xingwei froze slightly and hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, I'm relieved that Mr. Chen was able to come out successfully."

Without moving, Jovian took in his expression and took a silent sip from his glass of water, his eyes falling on a pile of cardboard boxes in the corner of the room.

He remembered well that the last time he had been in this house there had been none of these things.

He smiled and said, "That's good, I was worried it would affect you. By the way, have you been doing well at work lately?"

Tang Xingwei said, "Quite ...... good."

"Is it a different bar doing it?"

Tang Xingwei hesitated for a moment, nodded his head and smiled, "Well, it's a different room."

Qiaowen put down his glass of water and said with a smile, "Actually, I did come to find you for something."

Tang Xingwei frowned and asked, "What is it? Do you need my help? As long as I can help, you guys can just ask."

Qiao Wen smiled and shook his head, "It's like this, Nan and I have opened a real estate company, and since we were only acquiring land plots before, we didn't hire anyone. But now we have more and more land in our hands, and other businesses are ready to be launched, so we are in urgent need of an assistant who knows a little bit of English and can type, and has a little bit of financial knowledge. I thought you should know all of them, so I came here to ask if you are interested. The salary is similar to that of ordinary clerical staff for the time being, one thousand dollars a month, and will be adjusted according to the actual situation when the business is launched in the future."

Tang Xingwei froze and nodded repeatedly, "Interested interested interested, my English isn't too good, but I have no problem communicating and reading on a daily basis Before I worked in a bar, I was learning typing and financial knowledge during the day when I was free. Originally I was thinking of looking for a job in a company, but because my education is too low, I have not been able to apply for a job. It would be great if Mr. Joe could give me this opportunity."

Qiao Wen laughed and said, "Academic qualifications and all that don't matter, Nan has only reached Form 2 and his grades are hanging by a thread every time."

Middle-aged youth Chen Canaan: "???" It always felt like it wasn't a good analogy.

Qiao Wen continued, "As long as one is good at learning, it is more important than anything else. When I came back to your home last time and saw the books in your house, I knew that you must be an upwardly mobile young man. You've been working at a bar earlier, so you should also be doing it so that you can have more study time during the day, or to dabble in classes at the university, right?"

Books in Hong Kong City weren't cheap, and for a family that was so poor to have an entire standing cabinet of books, Tang Xingwei was only the kind of person who would save money to buy books even if he'd rather go hungry. Unlike someone who has a little money in his pocket and goes to eat and drink.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Canaan beside him, someone with eyes and nose bent on playing dumb.

Tang Xingwei touched his head a little embarrassed: "Working in a bar is indeed to facilitate the library to study, and have the opportunity to go to the university to observe. But my foundation is too poor, a lot of courses to listen to is also half-understand, the sea of learning is endless, but also need to read more."

"That's right." Qiao Wen nodded and smiled as he patted Chen Canaan's shoulder, "Brother Nan, did you hear that?"

Chen Canaan straightened up and held out three fingers, "I memorized three English words today."

Qiao Wen shook his head and lost his smile, and then said to Tang Xingwei: "Our company's business has not been formally carried out, there are not many things now, Wei you go to work, free time, you can study in the office, especially the financial piece, you know more about it, and in the future, you may need to do the accounts."

The other nodded excitedly, "Don't worry, I'll study hard."

Qiaowen raised his hand to look at his wristwatch, pulled out the real estate company's business card and handed it to him, saying, "Then it's a deal, and it's time for us to say goodbye. Tomorrow is Saturday, and you'll officially come to work on Monday."

Tang Xingwei took the card, clearly already ecstatic-like excitement, but it was not good to let it be seen, and could only try to suppress it to the point that his eyes were a little red.

When Qiao Wen saw him like this, it was not good to stay for long, pulling Chen Canaan to say goodbye to the people, and when he reached the door, he did not let anyone send him off again.

The two of them went out, and after a few steps, they could hear Tang Xingwei's excited voice from the wooden house behind them, "Grandpa, I've found a new job."

Jovian curled the corners of his mouth gleefully.

Just one side of the Chen Canaan obviously just this out of some perplexed, previously in front of people not good to ask, this moment out of the door, curious: "Xiao Qiao, our company, temporarily not hoarding it? Formal operation, at least until the end of the year? Now there is no land to hoard, the company is not profitable, but also owes a bank loan, you hire an assistant to do what? A thousand dollars a month isn't enough to support an idle person?"

Qiao Wen glanced at him and said, ''By the end of the year, we'll have a few pieces of land in our hands that we can slowly offer. The Serenity Seaview Villa, too, can begin preparations. What we will need at that time is manpower, instead of recruiting people temporarily, we should reserve talents first."

Chen Canaan skimmed his lips and said in disbelief, "Isn't this Ah Wei just a bartender? He hasn't worked in a company or a foreign bank, what kind of talent can he be?"

Qiao Wen said, "Didn't I just say it? Being studious is the most important, the books in the cabinet at Ah Wei's home, a few of them are university textbooks, and there are also economics materials from Cambridge University, so it's obvious that his knowledge reserve, has already reached the university level. Believe me, he will definitely be a talent in the future."

Chen Canaan smiled and said, "Well, if you say so."

Jovian was silent for a moment before adding, "But when I said I was recruiting an assistant, it was indeed an idea that came up on the spur of the moment."

"Hmm?" Chen Canaan was unsure.

Qiao Wen turned his head to look at him and laughed, "You've made a name for yourself these past two months, but Wei's life has been greatly affected because of that incident. In the end, you caused this incident, we have to be responsible for people."

Chen Canaan frowned and asked, "Has his life been greatly affected?"

Qiaowen nodded, "He had previously been working as a waiter at the bar, and because of this incident, he was fired from Star World, and none of the other bars should be using him again. So for the past two months, he's actually been out of work. Just now, I saw that he has a cardboard box at home, and there is open paste next to it, so he should be earning a little bit of pocket money by gluing cardboard boxes for the time being. Now that grandpa is sick again, I guess the family is even worse off."

Chen Canaan was surprised, "Then why didn't he say anything just now? And said he had a job."

Qiao Wen sighed, "It shows that this person's character is quite good, at first, for your sake, he accepted the interview without any hesitation, and when you were released, he silently withdrew, and obviously encountered difficulties because of this, and didn't want to trouble us. If he really had a job, and I said he'd come to our company as an assistant, could he be this agitated?"

Chen Canaan suddenly realized, and then joyfully wrapped his shoulders and said: ''So you said that the company is short of assistants, and asked him if he is interested? Instead of directly telling him that you want to help him? Aiya, Xiao Qiao you are so understanding."

Qiao Wen laughed, ''I'm not really purely helping him, but I really value him for being a good learner. If it's just to help him, wouldn't it be fine if I find a way to give him a little money? There is no need to let him enter our company." After saying that, he sighed in frustration, "No matter what, this matter is caused by you, you have made a big splash, and it is considered to be both fame and fortune. But he didn't get anything, and even got into trouble because of this, how can I say it's not fair to him."

"Got it, in the future I won't just move on people is all." Chen Canaan smiled a roguish smile, and after finishing, added, "I'll move if you tell me to."

Qiao Wen tilted his head to look at him and suddenly smiled wryly, "Brother Nan, in fact, I let Wei into the company because I also thought that you could learn from him and read more to learn something useful."

As soon as Chen Canaan heard the words to make him study again, he immediately changed the topic and pointed toward a few children playing in the mud swings in front of him, saying, "Huh? Xiao Qiao, do you remember when you were little? Whenever it rained in the city fortress there was so much water on the ground, you were always afraid of getting dirty, and every time it was me who carried you over."

Qiao Wen tried to pick apart the scene he was talking about from his original body's memories, but found that as he came to this world for longer and longer, the memories left behind by his original body, became more and more blurry. All those moments of growing up with Chen Canaan were once covered by this past year or so of being together.

It made him suddenly realize that the Little Joe he once was, was truly already far away from this world and from his Nan.

He stared blankly at the child in front of him and asked coldly, "Nan, do you miss Little Joe?"

"Hmm?" Chen Canaan turned his head and looked at him uncertainly.

Jovian met his dark eyes and said, word for word, "It's those days when you and Little Joe grew up together?"

Chen Canaan became more and more confused, "Isn't that us?"

Jovian said, "I mean, all those years before? Not this year."

Chen Canaan stared blankly at his pair of deep, dark eyes, suddenly turned his head and took his shoulders, leading him to continue to walk forward, snorting: "Aiya, before we had a hard time, your body is poor and small, I always worry about your future. Now how good, you have grown up with the ability, if not for you, I did not die also squatted in jail. Xiao Qiao you are really getting better and better, we are all getting better and better, and will be better in the future."

After a moment of silence, he added, "That's why I don't love to think about the past now, I love to think about the present and the future."

Jovian smiled, "Okay, so think now and then."

Author's Note: With Ah Wei, the school bully, as a comparison, will Nan, the school scum, study hard?

Pretty Boy South: not really, but if ......

Jovian with whip in hand: what if what?