If love can be booked

Chapter 212 Qiu Ruozhen's client came and there was a problem. She called him crying.

What does a breakup look like? Two people who were once so familiar with each other gradually become indifferent, until they forget each other in the long river of time? Is it considered a reconciliation? But this cold atmosphere is enough to chill one's heart.

She never forced him to share every detail of his life journey with her. She just wanted to be part of his world and become a part of his life. Was such a small wish too much to ask for? All the things she envied were what he had never given her.

The short two or three minute phone calls and the half-hour WeChat chats were far from satisfying her deep desire for him. What she longed for was his real existence, his real presence in her life.

She no longer seemed to be obsessed with him as much as before. Finally, she began to find some free time to herself.

She thought that as the days passed, she would slowly, bit by bit, dilute and wash away all the memories of him. One day, he would quietly leave as if he had never set foot in her world. And then, maybe she could say hello with a smile.

The sun was shining brightly like gold, and it was scattered all over the earth. However, the face that was always full of smiles now lost its smile. How to smile, how to adapt to this beautiful sunshine, she thought she still needed time to adapt and adjust.

When I think of him again, tears no longer flow out of my eyes like a dam breaking.

When I think of him again, although there are still ripples in my heart, compared to the past, the emotional fluctuations have become slight and imperceptible.

When she thinks of him again, she can call your name, her voice no longer trembling, but with a hint of calmness and relief.

When she thought of him again, her nasal congestion was gone, and even her breathing returned to normal.

Perhaps, he never fully realized how important his role was in her life, but he never knew how she would miss him after leaving him.

If she hadn't been tied up by work, if the client hadn't said he was coming, she would have already packed her bag and left for a distant place, wandering alone in a strange city.

The customer had been here for three days, and many things went wrong. First, when I was picking him up at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, the trunk was pried open and the customer's luggage was taken away. Then, during the machine mold test, we were unable to produce a perfect product.

There is no one to talk to, no one to rely on.

What should I do if I can’t produce a perfect product and the customer refuses to pay?

I called him, but the ring tone was lonely and no one answered...

It seems like every time I need to find him for something, he's not there.

It was so hard to walk alone that I couldn't help but let the tears flow down my cheeks.

Qinglin, I miss you, and you are absent again...

The concept of "customer first" is crucial for every salesperson, because only when customers can recognize the products they sell through the existing perceived services can they truly be considered an excellent salesperson.

I still remember one time when the delivery was delayed and the customer sent me an email with a disappointed face, saying, "Lisa, you really disappoint me!" This was the only time that something related to a customer was unforgettable. Since then, she often secretly warned herself that whether for those trusting customers or to realize her own value, she must do her best to do every job well and strive to provide perfect service.

While she was deep in thought, she suddenly saw the screen of her mobile phone on the table begin to flash. Looking at the flashing name, she couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart. Did he still care about her after all?

"Hello..." choked...as if this was the first time I called him at work.

"I just went to the workshop and didn't hear it." His slightly apologetic voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"I thought you didn't want to answer my call." There was a hint of grievance and complaint in her words. The feeling of never getting a response made her heart sink.

"What's wrong with you?" He seemed to have noticed her mood change and asked with concern. She never called him during work hours. I heard that her client was here. Is there anything wrong?

"Our machines have been unable to produce qualified products for our customers. Even our engineers are at a loss as to what to do. After repeated debugging many times, it still doesn't work. I don't know what to do." Her tone was full of helplessness and anxiety.

"The client is a little angry, and I don't know what to do. Our manager has gone abroad, and I'm all alone." At the critical moment, there is no one to rely on. I always walk alone, who says I can't be strong?

"Then adjust it slowly. Machine debugging is slow to begin with." Machine debugging itself is a task that requires patience and cooperation from all parties.

"Why are you crying?" I heard a slight sob.

"I'm just very angry. The customers are furious, but they keep complaining about the adjustment. What should I do?" She cried and expressed her grievances and helplessness. I want everyone to be happy, but suddenly I find that some things are not that simple.

"Where are your engineers?" Looking at the vulnerable and helpless girl on the phone, he wished he could hold her tightly in his arms and give her even a little peace of mind that she had longed for. However, there was always a distance between them, and he silently restrained this impulse and did not let himself appear too willful.

"Still adjusting..." I have been adjusting for two hours...

"It's still being adjusted, it's not like they won't adjust it, it will definitely be adjusted." He comforted the crying woman on the phone, but he himself was not sure. Facing the woman's tears and helplessness, he felt powerless, thinking to himself: "What can I do for you?"

"They said they couldn't adjust it properly or something." She sobbed, her voice full of grievance and helplessness.

"The customers are angry." Thinking of this, she cried even harder. She wanted to satisfy everyone, but found it difficult to achieve perfection. The customers were furious because they could not get the perfect product they had imagined, and the engineers were also very depressed.

"Where are you?" He heard a woman crying on the other end of the phone, and his heart was tightened.

"I'm in the workshop."

Her crying continued, and he couldn't help but complain: "You're already this old, aren't you ashamed to keep crying?"

"Stop crying." Looking at the person crying on the phone, he spoke awkwardly. He didn't know how to comfort people...

"Yeah." Hearing his somewhat stiff words, her crying became a little quieter, but the tears still rolled down like beads with broken string. Perhaps she felt too wronged in her heart.

"It will be adjusted." It will definitely be adjusted.

"Yeah." She responded softly. He believed everything he said...

"Then go and have a look, it's okay." Looking at her pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but remind her again. She was always so reckless, sometimes he felt sorry for her wandering alone, and sometimes he felt lost, not knowing what he could do for her.

"Don't cry." I was afraid that she would be unhappy...

She nodded vigorously, trying to stop crying, sniffed and said, "Yeah." She didn't mean to cry, but when she heard his voice, all the pent-up emotions finally poured out like a flood. It had been a long time since she had expressed her true thoughts so wantonly as she did now...

The client and the company needed her to make adjustments, so how could she give up at this time? The client relied on her, and the company supported her, so she had to do better. She had to accompany the client to do everything he wanted to do.

Although changing ingredients and seasonings may seem simple, they actually involve a lot of skills and experience. Only through repeated attempts and careful blending can the various ingredients be integrated with each other to bring out their greatest advantages, thus creating an amazing and perfect product.

When we presented the final product to the customer, he smiled with satisfaction.

To everyone's surprise, the customer was so satisfied with the cooperation that he decided to order another machine on the spot! At that moment, the joy was beyond words. What could be more wonderful than receiving such affirmation from the customer?

Accompany the client on a business trip to another city to look for relevant auxiliary machines.

After four days of intense and fulfilling journey, everything finally came to a successful conclusion.

Waiting for the shipment, waiting for the vacancy after the shipment. Give yourself a break, want to be alone and quiet. When he is with me, I always think of him habitually. When he is not with me, I still think of him habitually, but I can no longer tell him, and I am intoxicated silently by myself.

Miss him, miss him, just miss him very much...

She wanted to share her joy with him, she wanted to share the good times with him.

Qinglin, I think now I have learned how to be strong without you...

"Hello..." I summoned my courage and called him...

"Hello..." Every time I see his name jumping happily on the screen of my mobile phone, an indescribable sweetness surges in my heart.

"The client left?" This was the first time she had said the word "busy" to him since they met. For them, "busy" was always a knot in her heart that she could not let go.

"Hmm..." The client left, her world was empty again, and she missed him again.

"Please treat me to a meal. I'm open again." She finds all kinds of reasons to be with him, so that he won't reject her, and she can be with him longer. It's been a long time since we last met. I miss him so much...

"You are so amazing, congratulations." He said with a doting smile, his eyes full of admiration for her. Little girl, you are so amazing.

"Congratulations." Whenever he congratulated her, she would reply with "Congratulations". Maybe she wanted to say the same thing to him, or she wanted him to be happy with her happiness.

"It's such a good thing, you should treat me to a meal?" How could it be reasonable for him to treat her to a meal while she was selling the machine?

"I already have orders, shouldn't you treat me to a meal to encourage me?" She winked and said playfully. She didn't care how much she had, she only cared about how much he could give her.

Hearing her say this, he was stunned for a moment, then responded with a smile: "Okay, what do you want to eat?" Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that her request was not unreasonable.

Her eyes lit up and she answered without hesitation, "You made the noodles." She looked at him expectantly. I had heard that he was very good at making noodles, and it was said that you spent one to two hours preparing the noodles carefully every time, so I was very curious and wanted to try it!

"The noodles I made?" She was so fond of the noodles he made?

"Okay..." He smiled and nodded in response. Since she cared so much about it, he might as well obey her.

Seeing that he agreed, her face immediately blossomed with a smile as bright as a spring flower, and she quickly said, "You can't go back on your word if you promise." He promised to make noodles for her.

He looked at her playful and cute appearance and responded softly: "I won't regret it."

"Okay..." I started looking forward to meeting you next time...

As long as she could hear his voice, she was happy. It was such a luxury to listen to him and chat with him. She always had the thought that, following his path, every step was so lonely, so hard, and so desperate.

Qinglin, maybe one day, I will also follow the opposite route from you, to find my own path. Maybe I will no longer have you, maybe I can see your figure when I look back from afar, maybe I won't be so lonely and wandering like I am now.

I am grateful for having you in my life. I may regret not being able to walk with you, but I will not regret the time I spent holding your hand. I think that is something I cannot let go of.

I love you, but I just love you foolishly...

I don’t ask you to have the same idea, I just ask you to remember that I am in your heart.

Zhao Qinglin, if one day we get lost, will you look for me? Will you miss our past and our present as much as I do?