My Terrible Life in Those Years

I've lost count of how many times I've become mute!

In my opinion, I have a bunch of tricks that I think are very useful, but in front of her, she only needs to use one trick to defeat me.

I was furious and embarrassed: "If you don't help me sort this out, I'll call you Pillow from now on!!!"

This tactic is a bit shameless!

But it seems to actually work?

Her face flushed red, a mixture of shame, annoyance, and anger.

I felt like she was about to throw her shoe at me.

At that moment, I felt I couldn't show weakness in terms of presence, so I widened my eyes and stared intently at her.

She was probably really angry; her chest was heaving so much it made me dizzy.

Auntie, could you please stop shaking it like that? Don't you know I could watch it for six months even if you didn't shake it?

"If your brain were as sharp as your shameless nature, would you still be asking me? You're in charge of external affairs, design, and planning; can't you use your own brain?"

"If you're that stupid, what's the point of being a star employee?!"

A bolt of lightning struck and woke me up!

Is it really that simple?

Am I supposed to figure out how to handle this from a design and planning perspective myself?

Damn, if I hadn't played a shameless trick, when would she have told me about this idea?

"You, you already had an idea! Why didn't you say so sooner? You made me worry for so long!"

The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief: "What are you worrying about? It's none of your business!"

She didn't notice the hidden meaning in my words.

"I agreed with Uncle Ye until tomorrow. If there's no solution, he'll take over. He's a hundred times more powerful than Wu Bo! The things he's capable of are huge; I won't be able to save you then! What am I supposed to worry about?"

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she remembered that Uncle Ye had come yesterday.

Is a taciturn barbecue worker really that skilled?

"You know, Zhong Yang, he got all his information, his whole family's information, for me in less than an afternoon. Think about it! I'm doing this because I'm worried about you. If Uncle Ye accidentally hurts you, it would break my heart!"

After hearing what I said, the older woman's eyes flickered, and she bit her lip. She was wearing light purple lipstick today, and she looked so cute that I wanted to take a bite out of her.

"Really? This Uncle Ye is quite a character! So, you've secretly saved me again?" She looked at me with amusement, like a cat eyeing a mouse!

"That's right." I felt extremely wronged.

She laughed: "Alright, if that's the case, we're even again this round. Go find Wu Juan, go to the site and make a rough sketch, then come back and show it to me!"

That makes things much easier.

I quickly stood up and carefully examined her legs, which were fleshy but not fat.

Hmm, what a nice pair of pillows.

She slipped out of her office before she was about to explode.

After returning to my seat, I began to worry.

Aunt Shu, you've dumped a hot potato on me.

The street, which is several hundred meters long, needs to be replanned. We need to communicate with the village committee, work with Cheng Juan and others to make a draft, and then get approval from the planning office.

My goodness, how many days have I been here?

You've given me this huge job? Believe me or not, I'll die right here!

No, I can't die like this. If I have to die, I mean, if I really have to die, then I'll die on my pillow.

My heart skipped a few beats. What does this mean?

Why are older women becoming more and more attractive and alluring to me?

Is it because of her fatal beauty?

Is she in a high position?

Her ruthless methods?

……

I had a vague feeling that I was on a precipice.

The view ahead is magnificent, but the feeling of danger is that one step forward could mean the end of your life!

I slapped myself to force myself to come back to my senses.

I took out paper and pen and started writing and drawing on them.

Aunt Shu assigned the task, a big one, clearly meant to test her.

Actually, if she had explained things clearly, I would have just done as she said. But what would I have become then?

A marionette?

We have to grit our teeth and get this done!

Before I finished planning and submitted it to her, I would never ask Aunt Shu for help again.

She just said that in the last round, we tied.

So, this project on South Street is the next big thing, how can I possibly lose to her?

Absolutely not.

The paper reads: Sketch, Plan?

To be honest, South Street is in complete disarray, and cleaning it up will be much more difficult than cleaning up the Northwest Street.

Because the northwest and south streets were already planned in advance, it was just a matter of making some adjustments based on that, which was relatively simple.

But South Street, damn it...

This would have to be completely rebuilt from scratch, involving the management of the appearance, the demolition of illegal buildings, and finally the submission of the design sketches and plans for the project!

Let me sort it out!

My original goal was to save Wan Ning's barbecue stall.

Now, the plan has turned into a plan to renovate the entire street?

When making plans, how do you also find ways to save the existing operations?

I suddenly got a headache!

This is a matter of spear and shield.

If we try to make plans, the existing operations will definitely be lost.

If you're just trying to keep things going, what's the point of making any plans?

I glared at the door to the old lady's office with resentment. This pit was too big; I felt like I could see the sky, but it would be difficult to climb out.

But I can't give up, can I? Should I go to her for help?

What a joke.

Then, I spent the whole afternoon looking at the documents, paper, and pen with a worried expression, writing and drawing on them.

This time, I finally understand what it means to feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles!

I've looked at the map of Northwest Street dozens of times, but I still can't find a good angle or method to perfectly solve this problem.

Their drawings are either sample drawings or sketches of the completed renovations, and they are completely different from the current situation on South Street.

Go on QQ.

The only person to use the term "big sister" is Hung Tai-chi.

"Huh? Pretty boy? What's up? Why are you looking for me at this hour?" That's it, I can't shake off the label of "pretty boy."

I was already irritated, and when she mentioned my name, I couldn't calm down anymore. I completely ignored who she was, what her status or position was.

They responded directly.

"You mean a gigolo? Big sister, when will I be able to live off your money?"

"Hey, pretty boy? You've got some nerve! Trying to live off me? Do you even have the guts?" The young lady probably didn't think before replying.

Goodness, then why should I be polite?

"Whether I have the resources or not, you know perfectly well enough!!!"

……

The girl across from me choked for a moment, probably remembering what happened at the gym. My most valuable possession was in her hands back then. Her hand trembled, her heart skipped a beat, and she even paused for a second.

I chuckled to myself. You little punk, do you think you can get away with this kind of advantage in my Peach Blossom River?

Then she retorted, "Who knows if it's all show and no substance?"

What... what can I do? Do I have to actually eat it for it to be real?

"Send me the pictures of South Street from last night. I need them!"

I feel that she is more direct and violent than I am. Well, I lost this round to her.

Let's get down to business!

"What's wrong? Aren't we going to talk about capital anymore? Let's talk about that first, then we can discuss the plans!"

Hong Daji, how much free time do you have? Only talking about capital matters?

Was I being teased?