I Was Reborn, but My Mother Said I Had Brain Damage

At the age of thirty, Lin Xian was the most drinkable sales manager of Jiangcheng Brewery, and also the least happy one. He can sign the largest catering order in the city, but cannot return a person's phone call; he can make Party A drunk at the wine table until he calls him daddy, but in the middle of the night, he slides his phone to the word "weekend", pauses for three seconds, locks the screen, lights it up, and locks the screen again. Those two words are not Saturday and Sunday - they are people. She was the girl who lived with him on the front and back floors of the courtyard of the brewery, could climb up to each other's balcony by climbing out of the window, and sat at the same desk as the child. The two families have been family friends for decades: his father, Lin Weiguo, is in charge of the office, and her father, Chow Tai Fook, is in charge of the sales department. The two are drinking buddies and rivals at the dinner table. Growing up, the person who cared most about Lin Xian was not his mother, but his weekend - he spoke Sichuan and Chongqing salt and pepper Mandarin, his temper was hotter than hot pot, he could do things but never move his mouth, and he went to the market with Sanda, so he was nicknamed "Zhou Banchang". They were only half a step away. Half a step was taken by Lin Xian for twelve years. Step by step, he walked a whole street. At a celebration banquet, he drank the seventh bottle of his own "Jiangcheng Chunsheng" and lay on the table thinking: It would be great if he could go back to his senior year in high school, back to the spring when he didn't say the wrong thing or lose people. Then he really went back. When I opened my eyes, it was the afternoon of Class 7 of Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School. There were six big blood-red characters "100 days until the college entrance examination" on the blackboard. On the podium, there was a senior classmate who could throw a piece of chalk into your Tianling Gai. Next to him was the seventeen-year-old weekend. She raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "You fell asleep in class and dreamed of marrying a wife, you idiot?"