I Thought We Were Destined Chapter 59

It was too late at night, and the crowd finally dispersed, but the sultry air was still lumped together in confusion, weighing down on the chest wet and heavy. Everett Cao stood at the door of the hotel, frowned slightly and glanced at the night sky. He was unusually agitated. He loosened his tie and took a breath and said, "With this weather, it's probably going to rain."

Seeing that he couldn't hide his tiredness, Qiao Wenda beside him urged him considerately: "Nan Zong, go to the parking lot first and relax in the car for a while. I will take you home after finishing the cleaning work."

"No, they are more tired than me. Remember to give them enough overtime pay." Everett Cao pointed to the workers who were cleaning up the red carpet and sign-in wall. Tomorrow was New Year's Day and they were changing the decorations. He really wanted to ask them all to go back. He went home, but it took a toll on his whole body. He was a good person here, and the people in the planning department should blame him for breaking the process.

A large enterprise is a machine that runs day and night. How many people are trapped in it, crushed and squeezed, and they vomit out a little bit of hard-earned juice to make a living. No one is allowed to stop.

Everett Cao was at the core of this machine and felt that he was really not qualified to complain about being tired. He said, "Wen Da, you should go back early. It's too late. I'll drive back by myself."