"Are you?" Ye Chen leaned against the door. The person in front of him was wearing a suit with a big back, looking familiar and strange.

"I'm Mumbai, boss, I haven't seen you for a long time." Mumbai bowed humbly to Ye Chen. Ye Chen was a little surprised. He raised an eyebrow and ridiculed: "It turns out that the Buddha relies on gold clothes, and the people rely on clothes."

Mumbai also laughed: "The boss gave me a chance."

Ye Chen waved his hand and let him go into the house: "Don't tell me these false ones, Liang Yin was like that, thanks to your help." Gold will shine everywhere, Mumbai is a man of skill, Ye Morning is at best a Bole, saving Mumbai from some tribulations and winning early.

Mumbai put on slippers and sat on the sofa behind Ye Chen with some restraint. He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed it to Ye Chen, saying: "Boss, this is the performance of the jewelry store over the past two months. "

Ye Chen said with a bit of regret in the head: "I forgot." He gave Mumbai a month to let him work in a jewelry store to accumulate contacts. The intention was to train Mumbai, but behind What happened was beyond his expectation, but left Mumbai for more than a month.

"How is it?" Ye Chen glanced at the documents casually. He liked to report with the employees himself more than reading the documents.

Mumbai nodded and said: "In the past two months, I adjusted the jewelry store's business model and exchanged a batch of jewelry. These programs have promoted the store's turnover, and now the reputation of the jewelry store is growing. The higher, the old customers recommend new customers to shop for jewelry every day."

Ye Chen praised: "Good job, are you still the manager of the jewelry store?"

Mumbai nodded, but Ye Chen was still a little disappointed in his heart, and then he saw Mumbai shaking his head. Ye Chen raised his mouth and yelled, "Don't ink, tell me."

Mumbai said: "I am now the general manager of your jewelry branch and the head of the jewelry store."

There was light in Ye Chen's eyes. He looked at Mumbai with approving eyes and asked, "How did you do it?"

"I went to the manager to report to her the tasks you had given me before." Mumbai responded by touching his head, and Ye Chen put away the aura of the superior, kindly like a big brother next door, he Clapped.

"You didn't let me down." Ye Chen said. He had shown Mumbai from the beginning that the jewelry store was only his starting point, not his stage nor his end point. This time he left halfway to paralyze the plan. If Mumbai doesn’t know what to do and just waits for him to come back, it means Mumbai is not This is a flexible person. It is difficult for such a person to be entrusted with a heavy responsibility in the mall.

Mumbai smiled and accepted Ye Chen’s compliment, but the smile was not deep, like a mask hanging on his face, Ye Chen glanced at him and picked up the phone, he swiped the phone screen and said: "I Remember today is Sunday, right?"

Mumbai paused, as if he didn't understand why Ye Chen asked this question, and soon he recovered and nodded to Ye Chen.

"Is it difficult to come to my house on holidays?" Ye Chen, a serious employee, hasn't seen it, but Ye Chen, an employee who came to report to his boss's work on Sunday, saw it for the first time. Mumbai's degree of dedication, and the time when Mumbai came in, the time when he walked away from time to time made Ye Chen more inclined to get an idea in his heart.

Mumbai licked his dry lips and said, "I do have something to ask the boss."

Sure enough, he was in trouble. Ye Chen looked at Mumbai and motioned for him to continue.

"Do you remember the old couple of Lin surname you helped a few days ago?" Mumbai asked.

Ye Chen: "How do you know about this?"

The modern Internet is so developed that it seems that everything can be traced on the Internet. The same thing happened to Ye Chen. The killing of an international student in the neon country had caused a lot of attention. Ye Chen helped the old couple named Lin It is also well known by netizens early in the morning. Mumbai will know about this, and he also saw it on Weibo.

"It turned out to be this way." Ye Chen nodded. He does not rely on the Internet and seldom surfs the Internet. Instead, he pays less attention to these things than before.

Ye Chen continued to ask, "I did help them, but what does this have to do with you coming to me?"

Mumbai took out his wallet and took out an old yellowed photo. He sat next to Ye Chen and showed it to Ye Chen. In the old photo are two men, both of whom are wearing military uniforms, playing with their shoulders and back to the camera.

"They looked a little familiar." Ye Chen thought for a while. "The one on the left is a bit like Mr. Cui. The one on the right is similar to the old man I helped."

Mumbai nodded and said: "This is Old Man Choi and Uncle Lin." Then, his voice was a little low.

In Mumbai's explanation, Ye Chen knew that Old Man Cui and Old Man Cui were soldiers from a battalion when they were young. The two were old friends for many years, but because Old Man Cui moved to another city, both sides have been in the past ten years. The relationship has faded, and this time the old man Cui also saw it. Just yesterday, he took the train to the city where Mr. Cui was located and wanted to visit and visit old friends.

"Mr. Cui Lao has a heart." Ye Chen sighed and said.

Mumbai's face was a bit dull, with gloomy glare in his eyes: "But, since he got in the car yesterday, I couldn't get in touch with Mr. Cui."

"Do you suspect that Mr. Cui has an accident?" Mumbai said nothing, but the worries in and out of his words could not be concealed. Ye Chen suddenly understood that he had come to find his purpose. The police station took 48 hours to file the case, and Mumbai was worried that Old Man Cui could not wait until then. He wanted to find Old Man Cui through his own side, so he only came to the door by reporting work.

After getting a positive answer from Mumbai, Ye Chen stood up and walked around the living room, he was thinking.

Mumbai looked at Ye Chen quietly. Ye Chen was not close to him. He was the boss who knew him well. He knew that he was difficult for such a strong man, but he couldn't help it. The vast crowd, it is too difficult to find someone, especially the old man Choi went to a completely strange place in Mumbai.

Suddenly, Ye Chen snapped his fingers and he dialed a phone and said, "Let the guy come to me."

Mumbai looked at Ye Chen blankly, and Ye Chenshu comfortably nested in the sofa. He lifted Erlang's feet and said to Mumbai: "Wait..."

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