My name is Lu Yuan. I was optimized last month and was broken up this month.
My ex-girlfriend said that I am a good person, but my kindness is not worth anything. Also, in this city, it is wrong to even breathe without money.
I dragged my luggage back to the old city. Lao Zhou, who ran a small shop at the corner of the street, was playing chess. He didn't even raise his head: "Xinghui Group is recruiting people, go give it a try."
Later I learned that this old man who wore slippers and drank from an enamel tea jar was the youngest reserve cadre in a provincial unit forty years ago. Because he offended someone, his promising future was wiped out overnight, and he stayed on this old street for half his life.
There is no system, no rebirth. The only person I rely on is this retired master who looks just like an ordinary old man. Under his guidance, I joined Xinghui and started as a warehouse manager at the lowest level.
Those who look down on me think I'm just an honest guy with good luck. They don't know that I just understood the first principle Lao Zhou taught me earlier than they did—
The most dangerous opponent is never the person standing opposite you, but the chess piece you have never looked at.
Tags: city, business war, counterattack, resourcefulness, market portraits, expert advice
