Unless this phase passes. I'd also been ready to handle this client exactly as he did, only this client wasn't buying it at all. In the end, he got so frustrated that he directly escalated the issue to the company manager's office, lodging a complaint with Manager Xie and even threatening to pressure him into firing me—the unprofessional employee! Once he said that, I was genuinely startled and completely thrown off. I thought my colleague and Manager Xie were good work friends, and since I was recommended by you, I really hoped he could help me resolve this pressing issue. "Man, based on my strong intuition, this client is deliberately creating problems—this is a deliberate attempt to frame us!" High-light immediately pinpointed it. This surprised Liu Qingsong deeply. Liu had nearly been terminated after the previous failure and still felt uneasy about it, being extremely cautious about any work-related matters, afraid of making mistakes that could lead to being sent back to his hometown. "Man!" Your statement really reminded me—I've noticed that this client has been consistently requesting our company's technical documentation. Even after I provided him with some general materials, he remains unsatisfied and insists on key technical specifications from me! "How can we possibly handle this?" High Light criticized Liu Qingsong. "He's clearly deliberately stealing our company's critical documents and confidential information. For such a client, we must establish solid technical confidentiality measures!" "Bro, what should we do in this situation?" Liu Qingsong looked genuinely worried—he wasn't sure what steps to take. "Relax, don't rush. Let's work together on a solution. As soon as we start work tomorrow, we'll report this issue to Manager Xie and seek her understanding and support!" High Light shared his plan. "Alright! I'll follow your lead. Let's meet with Manager Xie together tomorrow!" Liu Qingsong agreed. "Great! That's settled!" High Light finalized the decision. The next morning, as soon as they arrived at the office, Gao Liang and Liu Qingsong checked in at the company's attendance machine and went to Xie Ningbing's office. It was already 8:30 a.m. by then—Xie Ningbing must have arrived early, since since joining the company, Gao Liang had never seen her be late. In fact, she was usually the first to arrive and the last to leave. Clearly, she was a diligent, hardworking, and exceptionally capable female manager. But why was this an exception today? Gao Liang found himself wondering. Xie Ningbing furrowed her brows, clearly having endured the hardship of a difficult journey. "Oh! That's it, isn't it? Really quite tiring!" Gao Liang, seeing Xie Ningbing breathe heavily from exhaustion, felt a deep sense of sympathy. "If the customer keeps complaining, I'll have to hold you both accountable!" Xie Ningbing was always strict with her subordinates, even with Gao Liang, her work colleague. She was strictly task-oriented, never personal. "Yes, yes, Manager!" Liu Qingsong and Gao Liang answered in unison. "You can both go!" Xie Ningbing was always busy—she had a pile of documents on her desk now—and she simply gestured for them to leave. ... They stepped out of Xie Manager's office. How should they handle this? Gao Liang was also puzzled. He had consistently maintained so many customers' vehicle computer monitoring systems—how could this particular customer be so persistent? There must be something going on behind the scenes. He wanted to ask Ye Jun. He found Ye Jun busy and asked, "Ye Engineer, we've encountered a customer who keeps asking questions, always with more to follow up on. What if I go visit them personally, check the site, and see what's really going on?" "Oh!" Li Gong is going! Could you please provide me with a set of your technical documents and Liu Qingsong's materials? I'll take care of them and handle everything for this client! Ye Jun seems very interested in technical documentation, even though he's the company's top technical engineer—his role is mainly technical maintenance and equipment repair, and he oversees a portion of the documentation. "How could we possibly do that? According to company policy, each person is responsible for their own managed technical documents and cannot share them confidentially!" Gao Huang stated directly. "Ah! If that's the case, then we won't be providing any materials to this client at all!" Ye Jun said, as if suddenly realizing. "Liu Qingsong, could you please give me the customer's phone number? I'll talk to them right away!" Gao Huang called out to Liu Qingsong beside him. "Of course, I've got it down here—right here!" Liu Qingsong pulled out a work notebook, opened it, and helped dial the phone. After connecting, he handed the handset to Gao Huang. "Hello! Is this the ×××× customer?" I'm Gao Liang, a technical engineer at Hao Shi Su Auto Sales. What challenges have you been facing? Please let me know—I’d like to see if I can assist you with solutions. Gao Liang excels at communicating with customers, thanks to his deep technical expertise and strong competence in the role. "Oh! Just recurring issues—don’t worry, let me see if I can come up with a better solution for you!" "Oh! It seems we can’t resolve it—do we need more detailed instructions and technical documentation? Oh! I’m sorry, some materials are currently not available for public release—please understand. We’re able to address routine inquiries, but we’re unable to provide our product development and design documentation—your understanding is greatly appreciated!" "If your organization is experiencing a large number of product issues, on one hand, we can provide on-site service—should your organization agree, we will visit immediately to conduct on-site maintenance. On the other hand, your organization can ship the faulty equipment to our company via freight, and our sales and technical department will conduct a comprehensive inspection and repair, then return the equipment to you—our goal is to fully resolve your concerns. If our service truly fails to meet your expectations, you are welcome to raise this directly; we will promptly make improvements and strive to meet your requirements. Should your satisfaction still remain unsatisfied, we will resolve the matter according to the purchase and maintenance contract."... Through various means of communication, High-light successfully resolved the issue. This made Liu Qingsong deeply grateful to Gao Liang. The matter was relayed to the beautiful manager Xie Ningbing, who smiled happily. "Gao Liang," she thought, "I've always known he's indispensable in the company. He's a true rare talent—a steed selected from a thousand. With such talents, the company will surely soar to new heights. And our Hao Shisu Auto Sales Company will truly achieve its breakthrough growth because of people like Gao Liang." "Li Qingsong has been observant—he speaks up whenever he has something to say in front of Gao Huang. Gao Huang just smiled, without answering. "Bro, I've been supporting you all along—how far have you gotten with your pursuit of the beautiful manager?" Li Qingsong elaborated. "Bro, it's still in progress—the results haven't come in yet!" Gao Huang said quietly. "Great! I'm sure Zhang's journey pursuing the beautiful manager must have been absolutely thrilling!" Li Qingsong, observing Gao Huang's expression, sensed a bit of progress and encouraged him further. "Hopefully so!" Gao Huang smiled and responded simply. "Zhang bro! Your distant cousin Dong Mengyao is absolutely stunning—I'm even envious of you now. You've got two beautiful women, your fortune in romance is truly impressive!" Li Qingsong, his tongue slightly tinged with wine, raised his thumb in admiration of Dong Mengyao's beauty. "Actually, I'm still hesitating—should we develop a sisterly relationship with Dong Mengyao, or take it further into a romantic one?" "Gao Liang lay on Liu Qingsong's bed, half-drunk and half-conscious, talking nonstop. 'Man, I'm supporting you—these two gorgeous women, neither one can be lost. If I really have to part with one, then I'll let one go for me!' Liu Qingsong said half-jokingly, half-serious. 'Right now, I haven't even managed to secure one—how can I possibly lose one?' Gao Liang sighed, clearly lacking confidence. 'Then Man, you've got to push yourself! Make it to both of them—win both!' Liu Qingsong stood firmly behind his friend. 'Just that Dong Mengyao is my distant cousin—getting her settled so quickly feels a bit hard to let go of!' Gao Liang truly found himself holding on to Dong Mengyao. 'Dong Mengyao is so beautiful—without me securing her, someone else will jump ahead!' Liu Qingsong became energized the moment he mentioned Dong Mengyao. 'I still have some concerns!' Gao Liang hesitated, a clear contrast to his usual decisive work style. "Man, you're so fussy—completely lacking in decisiveness when it comes to work. How could you possibly let go of such a stunning woman? Especially one as beautiful as Dong Mengyao—what a waste!" Liu Qingsong said this, swallowing hard as he thought of Dong Mengyao, already longing for her. "Women like Dong Mengyao—how could any man resist? Since I first saw her, I've been deeply infatuated with her. Yet I can't quite secure her right away. I can only approach her as a brother—caring for her, attending to her, protecting her, nurturing her..." Gao Huang was both struck by Dong Mengyao's beauty and carried a quiet sense of regret. "Man, I'm not saying this to be critical—have you ever read 'My Co-Living Girlfriend'? It's a web novel, quite romantic..." Liu Qingsong became even more enthusiastic. "I love Dong Mengyao. I also love Xie Ningbing. I love both of them—one is three years older than me, the other three years younger. They're both beautiful in their own way. I want both!" Gao Huang shared his honest feelings with Liu Qingsong. "Man, since both of us want it, let's just move! Don't hesitate! If we still hesitate, then I'm not a man anymore!" Liu Qingsong cheered for Gao Liang, while simultaneously opening a bottle of er-ge-tou liquor, pouring two glasses, and indicating for Gao to drink it. "Alright! Here we go! Let's raise our glasses and finish this one!" Gao Liang understood, lifting his glass. "Together!" Liu Qingsong returned the toast. "Cheers!" Gao Liang finished off his drink, and Liu Qingsong did the same with ease. ... Binhai City is a well-developed coastal open city, influenced by the maritime climate, so it often experiences windy and rainy days. And today, as soon as Gao Liang and Liu Qingsong stepped off work, they were caught in a heavy downpour. Liu Qingsong remembered something—oh, the clothes on the balcony at home hadn't been taken in yet—so after giving Gao a nod, he took off like a rabbit, rushing home. And now that Dong Mengyao is at home, our Gao Liang feels incredibly warm and at ease. Dong Mengyao has begun to take genuine interest in her own life. These days, as soon as she returns home, there's always a meal ready on the table—though the dishes may not be outstanding, they're certainly improving steadily. This is a significant step forward, and even Gao Liang himself now holds her in high regard. What a wonderful girl! Not only beautiful and intelligent, but now also thoughtful and considerate. Where else can I find someone like her? Moreover, she no longer needs to wash her own clothes by hand. Even if she'd like to, she rarely gets the chance—since as soon as she comes home, Dong Mengyao insists that she remove her soiled clothes and place them directly into the washing machine, which then starts right away. This is a sharp contrast to the habit of gathering clothes over three days before washing them. It truly feels comforting to have someone to look after you at home. Even if it's not a romantic relationship, as long as you're friends and there's mutual care and support, you feel much more grounded and secure. At least, in my heart, I will not feel lonely or isolated in this unfamiliar coastal city. Though I attended university here and have been working here for years, I still lack a sense of belonging—because I remain part of the "wandering" generation, a traveler in a foreign land, yearning deeply for home, especially during festivals. Since I have no relatives here, no patch of land or roof of my own, no true home, this city remains foreign to me. Only when one day I settle down, establish a career, achieve a stable life—when I officially become a resident of this coastal city—will I truly consider it my home. Both I and Dong Mengyao belong to the "nomadic" group; Liu Qingsong does too. Without my assistance, he wouldn't even have the chance to be nomadic today. As for Xie Ningbing, our esteemed Manager Xie, she is a true native of Binhai City, with a well-established and affluent family. She resides in a Tianwai Tian villa, located in a prime, high-value area of Binhai's East District. I've visited her home three times, and it's said her parents still run companies abroad. Her family background is solid and prosperous—each time I visit, I notice three BMWs parked in her garage, shining brightly. It seems that one BMW is assigned to each family member. Xie Ningbing appears to be using three vehicles, depending on the occasion: one for work and the others for leisure and travel at home. If one day I can achieve Xie Ningbing's level of success, I shall feel truly content. And if Dong Mengyao becomes my true wife, I will surely ensure she enjoys a happy and fulfilling life. But if Xie Ningbing becomes my wife, I absolutely intend to use this as a fulcrum to achieve something remarkable—standing tall, making a grand impact. Even if Dong Mengyao doesn't become my wife, I will continuously support her and help her live a happy life. Whenever it rains, Gao Liang finds himself thinking of Xie Ningbing. Water turns to ice—related to the weather, isn't it? Then, are women like the weather—ever-changing? Gao Liang asks himself. Is there indeed a connection between weather and women? Gao Liang wants to understand this. So he looks at the parking spots beneath the office building and notices that Xie Ningbing's car is no longer there—this means Xie Ningbing is not at the office today. There is a connection! Because of the rain, the person who usually leaves last today leaves on time. Such days are rare—at least, in Gao Liang’s eyes, this is the first time. Thus, Gao Liang did not immediately head home. It seemed as though he had suddenly realized something. He quickly hailed a taxi and rushed forward... The scene shifted to Xie Ningbing, the elegant manager. She was driving slowly on the wet, slippery road. The sky had now been completely overcast, like a thick black cloth blocking out the light—dark and uniform. Visibility was very poor, and ahead, several vehicles had collided in a chain reaction. The sounds of complaints, shouts of frustration, and angry voices were constant. The honking of horns and the siren sounds never ceased. Driving under these conditions was extremely hazardous. Xie Ningbing had already been busy all day, and her nerves had been tense. Now, the pressure had only intensified. Her brows were tightly furrowed, her face deeply concerned and weary. With the sudden change in weather—torrential rain and a sharp drop in temperature—the inside of the car had grown quite cold. Her delicate hands, gripping the steering wheel, were now numb and barely responsive. The vehicle reached a construction zone, making progress even more difficult—the car kept shaking continuously. Due to ongoing construction, the area was dusty on sunny days and muddy during rain. During the day, traffic passing through this stretch was sparse, as there were clear signs warning, "Construction ahead—please divert your route." Yet our Xie Da manager, valuing time above all, insisted on proceeding through this route. After all, this was not a viable alternative—diverting would only extend the journey further, as there was only one designated route: to take the outer ring road, nearly looping around half of the coastal area to reach the office. That detour would take an additional fifty minutes—an invaluable amount of time, sufficient to review several key documents. Thus, despite the inconvenience, Xie Ningbing, who cherished time as much as gold, chose to navigate this less convenient route. It was a matter of necessity. Xie Ningbing held the steering wheel with hands numb from cold, carefully navigating through the muddy terrain, driving slowly—like a snail—because if she went any faster, the vehicle would easily slip.