struggle in a small town

Chapter 205 Am I Extraordinary?
Yu Shuangshuang drifted back to the dormitory.

Although things like work plans are subject to change at any time, you can probably see where the focus of work will be next year.

Isn't the meaning obvious enough for Zhang Xuejiao to send this to her?
In order to facilitate her work, she was equipped with a laptop computer, and now she was facing the screen, flipping through the plan several times.

The usual work arrangements are not bad, but there is a paragraph in the middle that mentions that the form of the studio can no longer meet the needs and needs to be registered as a company.

Yu Shuangshuang stared at that passage, and couldn't help feeling emotional.

If the company is really registered, what position will Zhang Xuejiao arrange for her?
She has been back for over a month.

Calculated at the end of last month, the salary plus share, got nearly [-], and she returned [-] to Zhang Xuejiao, and there was less than [-] in arrears.

It will definitely be finished by the end of the year.

She knew exactly who to thank.

After clarifying her thoughts, Yu Shuangshuang opened a new document and typed down her thoughts.

Of course, there is no shortage of live broadcasts, and the usual promotions must also be done. The time of new releases and the intensity of discounts must also take into account holidays and seasonal changes.

Many things can be refined.

The more Yu Shuangshuang knocked, the more excited she became, the things in her head gushed out, and she didn't feel anything after a busy night.

When she looked for Zhang Xuejiao the next day with dark circles under her eyes, she even surprised Zhang Xuejiao.

Zhang Xuejiao held the printed plan: "You didn't sleep?"

"Mr. Zhang, take a look first."

Zhang Xuejiao beckoned her to sit down, and looked through it carefully, it was too detailed.

The plan she gave before was just a rough arrangement, but Yu Shuangshuang made it detailed according to the date.

The most obvious thing is that she sold whatever money Qi Yun sent her before.

Yu Shuangshuang recommends choosing styles according to festivals.

For example, half a month before the Ching Ming Festival, choose more clothes with simple and elegant styles, light colors and good texture.

In this way, when everyone wears it back, they can show off the new clothes secretly, and won't let others pick on them because of the color and style.

Zhang Xuejiao recalled that before the Ching Ming Festival this year, the clothes sold were of all colors.

Looking further down, even Children's Day can be arranged in advance.

Nowadays, many young people, especially couples, like to do things on Children's Day.

The store can put on some childlike styles in advance, and can also pretend to be tender during the live broadcast.

It took Zhang Xuejiao more than half an hour to finish reading.

After closing the plan, she was filled with emotion, sure enough, she was not a business material.

Yu Shuangshuang twisted her fingers, nervous and expectant.

Zhang Xuejiao did not hesitate to praise: "Shuang Shuang, you are too powerful, these things make me think, I am afraid I will never be able to think of them in this life."

"Mr. Zhang, you are being polite."

"Don't call me Mr. Zhang from now on." Zhang Xuejiao said with a smile on her face, "Just like Tingting and the others, call me Sister Jiao."

Yu Shuangshuang was pleasantly surprised.

Although it was just a title, it meant that Zhang Xuejiao regarded her as one of her own.

"Didn't sleep all night? Hurry up and go back to sleep. There will be a live broadcast in the afternoon."

Yu Shuangshuang nodded: "Then I'll go back first."

During lunch, Zhang Xuejiao showed the plan to Lin Zhiyuan. Lin Zhiyuan thought she did it by herself, and praised her: "My wife finally got the hang of it, it's not easy."

"It was written by Yu Shuangshuang."

Lin Zhiyuan flipped through it again in surprise.

Zhang Xuejiao pretended to be very depressed: "Husband~ Am I very useless?"

"There is a specialization in art." Lin Zhiyuan put the plan beside him: "Aren't you good at selling clothes?"

"What the hell!"

When it comes to sales, Zhang Xuejiao has a headache.

The highest record of daily turnover was set during the period when the live broadcast just started.

I've been pulling my hips a lot lately.

Lin Zhiyuan served her a bowl of soup and put it in front of her: "You repay more than half of the monthly bank loan for me. I have to thank you very much."

"It's not the same." Zhang Xuejiao was afraid that he would think too much, and comforted her: "You invest first and then earn money, and you will definitely earn more than me in the future."

Lin Zhiyuan knew in his heart that as the Internet covered more and more people, Zhang Xuejiao's career would only get better and better.

He definitely can't catch up.

At the beginning, he wanted to be bigger and stronger so that Zhang Xuejiao could live a life of rice bugs, but he didn't expect that he would need his wife's support.

Zhang Xuejiao deliberately diverted his attention: "Husband~ I feel itchy on the back of my neck, please help me take a look."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't suspect him, so he turned her face and looked at her neck for a long time, but couldn't see anything.

Zhang Xuejiao was still pretending, and poked her back into the collar: "Hiss, this place is so itchy."

Lin Zhiyuan opened his collar to look, but there was still nothing.

After scratching a few times, Zhang Xuejiao withdrew her hand: "Suddenly it doesn't itch anymore, it's strange."

"Is the quilt too damp? Dry it in the sun tomorrow."

"Well, it's possible."

Zhang Xuejiao lowered her head to drink the soup, thinking that my husband is really easy to cheat.

The closer Double Eleven gets, the more nervous Zhang Xuejiao becomes.

Even dreaming at night, I dreamed that the sales volume dropped sharply and customers returned the products one after another.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Zhang Xuejiao realized that she was sweating all over, and Lin Zhiyuan, like an octopus, had his hands and feet on her body.

Ah!
When will he be able to correct this problem!
Gently pushing him away, Zhang Xuejiao quietly went to the living room, poured a glass of water, stood on the balcony with it, and looked into the distance.

There are criss-crossing roads, cars and pedestrians in a hurry, and dead leaves swirling and falling down.

Footsteps came from behind, and Lin Zhiyuan's slightly hoarse voice: "Why don't you sleep?"

"thirsty."

Lin Zhiyuan hugged her from behind and put his head on her shoulder: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Well, the city is getting more and more beautiful."

"Thanks to the development of the country."

Zhang Xuejiao laughed: "You are too bureaucratic."

"Sincerely." Lin Zhiyuan moved his chin: "Did you ever think that you would live in such a tall building when you were young?"

"I dare not think about it. At that time, whoever could live in the apartment building was the envy of my friends."

Lin Zhiyuan agreed, and continued: "I remember when I was a child, I lived in a sand house. It was dark, damp, and there was a musty smell in the house."

"Isn't it?" Zhang Xuejiao turned her face sideways: "I remember your old house, which also had two bedrooms and one living room."

"That was bought later, after opening the bookstore."

Zhang Xuejiao simply turned around: "I clearly remember that when I went to your house, there was a refrigerator in the living room, and I ate ice cream."

"My mother cares about saving face. If other people's houses have them, my house should also have them. In fact, they don't usually open them at all."

"Your mother doesn't look like that kind of person either!"

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing: "My mother is rich and powerful now, but she was stingy before."

Zhang Xuejiao couldn't imagine it.

In her heart, Song Xiuni has always been quite generous, which can be seen from the red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.

My own parents only gave five and ten yuan, and Song Xiuni gave fifty every time.

Although the money will be taken away by parents in the end, Zhang Xuejiao has touched it too!

She raised her mouth, and Lin Zhiyuan laughed even harder: "The red envelope is for money, your mother gave me back a hundred."

Zhang Xuejiao put the water glass to his mouth: "Drink water, don't talk!"

Lin Zhiyuan reached out to take the cup, put it on the washing machine casually, and added strength to his hand: "If you want me to stop talking, you have to use your mouth."

(End of this chapter)