Chapter 1838 The Distance of a Piece of Braised Pork

Zhang Xiaowei didn't even have a hypocritical greeting. She took the money and the card. Xu Molian was very satisfied with this.

He was tired of facing all kinds of hypocritical faces outside all day long. He didn't want to deal with those hypocritical faces when he returned home.

In fact, he didn't have much verbal communication with Zhang Xiaowei, but it seemed that they didn't need to say much. They understood each other tacitly. This feeling was very subtle. He felt that it was a tacit understanding to a certain extent. In short, for now, his marriage with this woman was quite comfortable.

Especially in terms of love affairs and the sleep problem that tortured him to death, they were all well solved. If he could make his partner happier in this relationship by paying a little more money, he wouldn't mind.

Zhang Xiaowei happily took the money into the room. It felt good to have money. It is said that money is not omnipotent, but without money, it is absolutely impossible. But for the grassroots, money is omnipotent and everything. When you can't even eat steamed buns with boiled water, you will know whether money can save your life.

What made her even happier was that with this money, she would be able to live comfortably even if she left Hexiyuan at any time. She could even open a small cafe or something, which would be enough to survive.

Thinking of this, the smile on her face became even brighter when she ate.

This was the first time she smiled knowingly since she came to this family, so Xu Molian asked Aunt Hua to add half a bowl of rice.

"Do you like money so much?" Xu Molian asked after picking up a dish with chopsticks.

Zhang Xiaowei's smile faded and he nodded, "Who doesn't like money?" There was no need to hide it. He knew exactly who she was.

"You are useless. You are so happy with that little money."

Zhang Xiaowei picked up a piece of braised pork, took a big bite, and ate a mouthful of rice happily. He showed a satisfied expression before answering Xu Molian's words, "You have never been poor, so you naturally don't know the importance of money. Just like those socialites in the upper class who are used to eating delicacies from land and sea will disdain such delicious braised pork. Of course, they probably want to keep in shape."

After saying this, Zhang Xiaowei picked up another piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth, eating it with relish with white rice.

Xu Molian then noticed that there was a plate of braised pork in front of her. He rarely touched this kind of food that was not presentable.

For some reason, he reached out with chopsticks to pick up a piece, frowned and put it in his mouth, frowned, let go, and finally imitated Zhang Xiaowei to shovel a few mouthfuls of rice into it. It was not as greasy as he imagined, but actually quite delicious.

Zhang Xiaowei was a little surprised that he would eat braised pork. His taste was light, and she thought he would not touch such greasy things.

When she took another piece of braised pork, she found it even more delicious.

"I've read your business plan, it's not bad. You don't have to start from the grassroots level, you can directly take the position of supervisor, is there any problem?"

Zhang Xiaowei felt that his tone of voice became more relaxed, as if a piece of braised pork had shortened the distance between them.

"Of course I have no objection. I dare to do the position you give me. There is nothing I can't do if I do my job well."

Xu Molian despised her, "Manager? There are only three managers in the entire Sino-Ocean. You think too highly of yourself."

Zhang Xiaowei was stunned, and then he remembered the structural problem of Sino-Ocean, "Why is your title in Sino-Ocean a director instead of a president or general manager?"