Zhang Bin had been away for too long, and as soon as he came back, he had to go through many things in person.
In the afternoon, he went to the investment department and met Qiao Zhenliang and the others.
Zhang Bin affirmed and praised their work and promised to give everyone bonuses at the end of the year.
After talking to Qiao Zhenliang about the development of the investment department, Zhang Bin took Zihang for a chat.
Wang Zihang is now considered the pillar of the investment department after Qiao Zhenliang, but Zhang Bin still doesn't want him to collapse from exhaustion.
"Pay more attention to rest.
If you feel too tired, I will give you a few days off.
I can ask Mr.
Qiao to help you with your work for a few days, so you can relax," Zhang Bin said looking at Wang Zihang.
"No, actually I feel quite satisfied to be able to operate so much funds, and I hope to do better.
As for the holidays, the boss can just take a few extra days during the Spring Festival," Wang Zihang said with a smile.
Patting Wang Zihang on the shoulder, Zhang Bin smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you a big red envelope during the Spring Festival."
Wang Zihang told Zhang Bin that since Qiao Zhenliang arrived, Dabai's mood has not been very high.
Zhang Bin knew that he did not notify him in advance and directly asked Qiao Zhenliang to take over his job, which was regarded as a rejection of him.
It was normal for him to be in a bad mood.
He had noticed when he came just now that Dabai was deliberately avoiding his gaze.
In fact, the reason why he took so long to come here was because he wanted to give everyone a buffer time.
Arriving at the room where Dabai and Liu Yihan worked, Zhang Bin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go out for a walk."
The two of them came to the Securities Street below, sat on a bench, and watched the people coming and going.
Everyone's faces were either excited, disappointed, anxious, happy, angry, sad, or full of life.
"Boss, do you think I am a special failure?"
Dabai suddenly said.
"Why do you say that?"
Zhang Bin asked.
"If I did a good job, why would the boss let Mr.
Qiao come?"
Dabai's tone seemed to have a hint of dissatisfaction, perhaps because he felt that Zhang Bin did not say anything in advance.
"You are still young.
There is no such thing as failure.
Human growth is always spent in constant falling and getting up.
If you choose to lie down after falling, that is failure.
If you choose to stand up and keep walking, then It’s success,” Zhang Bin said.
"I didn't think well at the beginning.
It's not all your fault," Zhang Bin explained.
Dabai sighed and said: "Actually, I have always wanted to prove myself, and I was also worried about living up to your expectations, boss, so I took every step very carefully, but in the end I found that this actually restricted myself too much."
Zhang Bin smiled and said: "You are right to think so.
We are still young, and sometimes we need to be bolder in doing things, but what you need now is the accumulation of learning and experience."
Zhang Bin put his arm around Dabai's shoulders and said: "Dabai, I always feel that there is such a thing as fate in this world.
It must be God's will that you can meet me and I can meet you.
I believe that one day, you will Be proud of yourself.”
Dabai looked at Zhang Bin and nodded heavily.
Zhang Bin didn't make it to the music festival at Sichuan University.
Song Zhichao called him that day.
Zhang Bin was in Yanjing, so there was definitely nothing he could do.
Speaking of which, Zhang Bin felt that he was really disrespectful to them.
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He didn't go to the welcome party where he debuted on stage for the first time, and he didn't go to the music festival they invited.
Song Zhichao called him again.
The music festival finals were on the 25th, and he hoped Zhang Bin could attend.
This time Zhang Bin said that he would definitely go, definitely go, well, for sure.
On the 25th, Zhang Bin asked Wu Long to take him to the school gate, and then walked to the music building of Sichuan Southern University.
This is the most complete and professional music hall in the entire Sichuan Southern University, which can accommodate more than 2,000 people watching at the same time.
Those who have the opportunity to watch the finals are limited.
But Zhang Bin was naturally not worried about this.
He called Song Zhichao.
Soon Song Zhichao came out with Luo Zeyu and gave Zhang Bin a firm hug.
"Brother Qi, where have you been recently?
It seems you haven't been to school for a while."
Song Zhichao asked with a smile.
"I went to Yanjing and just came back two days ago.
Fortunately, I caught up with your finals," Zhang Bin said with a smile.
Song Zhichao handed a ticket to Zhang Bin and said: "I asked someone to ask for this, but it is a VIP seat.
Brother Qi, you go in first, we have to prepare, and you have to cheer for us when the time comes."
"Go ahead, for sure."
Zhang Bin punched him with a smile, watched the two of them go in, and then walked towards the hall.
His seat is in the middle of the third row, which is considered a VIP seat.
The first row in the middle is full of teachers, the second row is basically some school cadres, and the third row is mostly college-level cadres or related households, such as him.
Among the crowd, Zhang Bin found an acquaintance, Mu Xun.
When he looked over there, Mu Xun was greeting him.
Obviously, Mu Xun also discovered him.
There was a boy sitting next to Zhang Bin.
Mu Xun came over and asked to change seats.
Mu Xun is beautiful and well-known in the whole school.
Zhang Bin seems to remember what Zheng Yong and the others said about the school's beauty rankings.
Mu Xun seems to be ranked sixth, but she is a school belle-level beauty.
At this time, school beauties were still relatively rare.
Unlike the online world a few years later, any girl could become a school beauties.
Zhang Bin thought that was a joke at best.
Mu Xun came up to request in person, and the boy agreed simply.
However, when he thought that the beauty's request was actually because of the boy beside him, the other party stared at Zhang Bin again, as if he wanted to compare and see where he was falling behind.
As soon as Mu Xun sat down, she began to arrange her hair.
She liked to tie her hair up.
Zhang Bin had seen Mu Xun with her hair down, and she was also very beautiful.
Zhang Bin would never shy away from admiring a beautiful woman, so he stared at Mu Xun openly.
He felt that this girl was quite charming.
Although she was a little thinner, she looked very handsome.
Mu Xun glanced at Zhang Bin and said nothing.
After tying her hair, she looked at Zhang Bin and said, "Don't you know it's rude to stare at a girl like that?"
Zhang Bin glanced around and said, "Don't you know how much pressure you will put on me if you change positions?"
Mu Xun took a look around and found that many people were staring at them.
He suddenly turned slightly red and said, "Don't misunderstand me.
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I came here to see you for something."
"Say it," Zhang Bin said.
"Let me think about it," Mu Xun said after holding back for a long time. "."
In fact, what happened to Mu Xun was that after seeing Zhang Bin, he conditionally wanted to come over and chat with him.
"By the way, where have you been during this time?
It seems I haven't seen you for a long time."
Mu Xun asked.
Zhang Bin looked at her with a smile, "Why, you missed me?"
Mu Xun clenched her small fist, hammered Zhang Bin's shoulder, and hummed: "You dare to tease me, are you looking for a beating?"
"I'll go, do you want to be so fierce?"
Zhang Bin rolled his eyes at her and pinched his shoulders.
Mu Xun was a little embarrassed.
After all, no girl wanted to be called mean by a boy.
She wanted to reach out and give Zhang Bin a massage, but felt it was inappropriate, so she could only say aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Seeing Mu Xun's aggrieved look, Zhang Bin burst out laughing and said, "I'm teasing you."
When Mu Xun heard this, he immediately had an angry expression on his face, snorted heavily, and then lay on the chair with his hands folded.
This action seemed to tell Zhang Bin, I don't want to care about you anymore
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