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034 still wants to try one more time.
After dropping off Diandian, Yu Wenhao wondered if he should call Jiang Yihe again today to urge her to go out. Judging from yesterday morning's situation, it seemed unnecessary, but he didn't know if she could keep it up.
After asking around, Yu decided to give her a call.
As soon as the call connected, Jiang Yihe shouted loudly on the other end of the line, "Haha, Brother Yu, I was just about to call you!"
"What's wrong?" Yu asked.
"Live streaming? Didn't you say you'd do live streams with me every day?" Jiang Yihe said.
"What's wrong? Can't go out again?" Yu asked again.
"No, no, I have Qianqian, I can go out now. I just want to do a live stream with you and listen to your orders," Jiang Yihe said.
Yu said hello and agreed, "Then let's begin."
After connecting online, Yu Wenhao still asked Jiang Yihe to point the camera at herself first, saying it was very good and beautiful. He then looked at her outfit and complimented her, saying it was perfect. Yu Wenhao then asked Jiang Yihe to walk to the door, but Jiang Yihe didn't move, giggling.
"Brother Yu, you didn't even tell me to carry the bag."
Yu Wenhao laughed and said, "Yes, yes, next time before you go out, remember to 'reach out for money'."
"Asking for money? What do you mean? Who are you asking?" Jiang Yihe asked, taken aback.
Yu Wenhao said, "ID card, mobile phone, keys and wallet, these four things when you go out, together it's like 'reaching out for money'."
Jiang Yihe laughed and nodded, saying, "I remember. But it doesn't matter if I have a wallet or not, I can't forget my makeup bag."
"I just complimented you on your natural beauty, saying you don't need makeup. Why would you want a makeup bag?" Yu Wenhao said.
"Okay, so that's the backpack. I've put it on, and then, Brother Yu?"
Then Yu Wenhao ordered Jiang Yihe to walk to the door, open it, go outside, and take the elevator downstairs...
As Yu Wenhao spoke, Jiang Yihe kept smiling. Yu Wenhao also felt that whether or not there was a live broadcast didn't really matter to Jiang Yihe, as his own power was no match for Qianqian's. He issued commands step by step, and Jiang Yihe carried them out step by step, as if the two were playing house.
Once they reached the lobby downstairs, the live stream could end. Jiang Yihe waved to Yu Wenhao at the camera and said to him:
Bye-bye, see you tomorrow.
"I'm not going to see you tomorrow. Tomorrow is Saturday. Doesn't your company take a break? It doesn't matter whether you go out or not on your day off," Yu Wenhao said.
Jiang Yihe chuckled, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, I forgot about that."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Wenhao arrived at their company's gate. He parked his car in the garage, walked to the workshop, and habitually inspected the workshop to see if there were any problems with the preparations of each work group before going to his office.
On the desk sat a wide-mouthed insulated lunchbox containing breakfast that Yu Wenhao's apprentice had brought back for him from the cafeteria earlier that day: a bowl of noodles with pickled mustard greens and shredded pork, plus two poached eggs. The noodles had been sitting on the desk for a while and had become a bit soggy, so Yu Wenhao quickly sat down to eat them.
A figure appeared at the door. Yu Wenhao looked up and saw it was Lao Yao. Yu Wenhao quickly stood up and asked Lao Yao if he had eaten breakfast.
"You eat, you eat. I've eaten at home before. My wife makes a big fuss about it every morning," Lao Yao said.
Yu nodded, understanding. Old Yao's son was at a boarding school, and his wife was at home, so she was taking care of him alone.
Their breakfasts are certainly elaborate, perhaps even Westernized, with things like creamy bacon pasta, quinoa chicken breast salad, and so on—all presented in a sophisticated and visually appealing way, with a sense of ritual. Unlike me, who slurps down a bowl of noodles or dumplings and gets completely absorbed in it.
However, nowadays, the more elaborate his wife's celebrations are, the more oppressed he feels, and he just wants to escape from that scene as soon as possible.
"Xiao Yu, you eat your breakfast, don't worry about me, just pretend I'm invisible," Lao Yao said to Yu.
Yu said hello.
Old Yao had an extra bag today. He took out a laptop from the bag, turned it on, and placed it on the coffee table. Then he took out a cup, which already had tea leaves inside. He took the cup to the water dispenser, poured himself some water, went back to sit down, and stared at the laptop.
It looks like he's going to settle down here today.
After finishing his noodles, Yu Wen went to the sink in the hallway to wash the insulated lunchbox. He then came back, put the lunchbox in the cabinet, and finally sat down on the sofa.
Old Yao looked up at him and asked, "You don't have an interview today?"
"I'm not going anymore. Going again and again will only make me look foolish. If I do it a few more times, I'll really lose face and there'll be no way to recover." Old Yao sighed as he spoke. "I'm not going to make a fool of myself."
Yu nodded in greeting.
"By the way, Xiaoyu, do you think it's really not feasible for me to become a ride-hailing driver like you?" Lao Yao asked.
"It's not impossible," Yu Wenhao said. "The barrier to entry for becoming a ride-hailing driver is so low. If you really want to, there's definitely no problem. However, before you start driving for a ride-hailing company, you must be mentally prepared, including your family, your wife and son."
"What preparations?"
"Prepare to lower your standard of living," Yu Wenhao said. "You definitely can't live in your current house anymore, you have to sell it. Driving for a ride-hailing service, let alone paying more than 30,000 yuan in mortgage payments every month, you'll even have trouble paying the property management fees for your big house. Your son definitely can't go to boarding school anymore. A normal income from driving for a ride-hailing service is only about 8,000 or 9,000 yuan a month."
"So low?" Old Yao asked.
"Yes, if you're lucky, you might earn over ten thousand, but don't expect to do that every month. There are some tricks to this line of work; if you use your brain and are hardworking, your income might be a little higher than others, but the difference isn't that big—a gap of one or two thousand at most. It's impossible to earn significantly more than others, after all, the daily time and mileage are what they are."
"The price isn't set by you, it's set by the platform. The orders are also placed by the platform, and everyone has to be quick to grab them. It's impossible for you to be faster than others every time. Even if you are faster, you can only close two or three more orders a day in the same amount of time. How much money would that make? That's the reality, and I'm not trying to lie to you."
Yu Wenhao spoke to Lao Yao, who nodded repeatedly. After Yu Wenhao finished speaking, Lao Yao sighed again, and he and Yu Wenhao exchanged a wry smile:
"Looks like I can give up the idea of driving for a ride-hailing service."
Yu teased him, "What's wrong? Still can't bring yourself to tell your wife and kids the truth and get them through this together?"
"I'm not resigned to it," Old Yao said. "I still want to struggle a little more. After leaving you yesterday, I forced myself to calm down and think things through. I think I shouldn't belittle myself or see myself as worthless."
"When I first joined Alibaba, I was in sales. Back then, Alibaba didn't care if you had a PhD or were a returnee from overseas; you had to be put in a sales position to hone your skills first. To get a single order from Alibaba's TrustPass service, worth over two thousand yuan, I would run to their offices again and again, shamelessly flattering and pestering everyone I met, determined to win the business no matter what."
"Back then, Alibaba wasn't like it is now, all gilded. We would visit other companies time and time again, and they would laugh at us, saying we were just like insurance company agents, the most diligent agents they had ever seen. In reality, they were just saying we were annoying."
"I worked as a salesperson for over two years and managed to become the top performer in the entire company. Thinking about it, not everyone can do that. It's just that I've been living a comfortable life for years and have really let myself go. I haven't been as driven as I was when I was younger, which is why I got fired. Now I think it's time for me to burn my bridges. There's no turning back. I have to go back to the state I was in back then and give it my all one more time."
Yu Wenhao looked at Lao Yao and said, "Lao Yao, I support you, and I believe you can definitely make a comeback."