He didn't go back to the office and went straight into the conference room.
Ministers from various departments have arrived, and the entire conference room is packed.
Jiang Beiyuan strode to the middle and sat down.
"Fifteen minutes to report, start now."
“…”
Not daring to neglect, starting from Director Li of the Marketing Department, he quickly stood up and reported the situation of his own department.
Song Yikai stood behind Jiang Beiyuan, with his hands folded respectfully on his lower abdomen. From his angle, Song Yikai suppressed a smile when he saw Minister Li's smooth and shiny forehead.
Jiang Beiyuan supported his forehead with one arm, and tapped the table with the other hand. The long joints were clearly engraved. He seemed to have listened, but he seemed not to have listened.
Song Yikai thought for a while, then leaned over to Jiang Beiyuan's ear, but accidentally glanced at a strawberry on his delicate collarbone and swallowed twice.
"That boss... you, you are distracted."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan straightened up and gave him a look that said, "Can you care?"
Song Yikai smiled apologetically, raised his palm to lick his mouth twice, then stepped aside and stood quietly.
Jiang Beiyuan raised his wrist to take a look at his watch, only to realize that he was not wearing a watch today.
Fifteen minutes is too long.
He became impatient, as if anxious, and opened the envelope in front of everyone. He held the old paper in his hand. It was thin, but it had an inexplicable weight.
He squinted slightly and read the contents of the letter.
His expression was a little solemn, a little nervous, and a little scared, as if he was afraid of what he didn't like.
A long paragraph—
Seeing the beginning made him frown...
"Husband, I want to eat braised pork trotters, braised pork elbows, roast duck and chicken, fried shrimps, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed carp, dry-fried tenderloin, fish fillet, braised chicken, braised lion head, assorted kudzu rice, mutton steamed buns "
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan read this passage word by word, not missing a single punctuation mark. His thin lips gradually raised a gentle arc, which was not obvious, but the folds were radiant.
The director of the human resources department poked the marketing director next to him and whispered, "Look, Mr. Jiang is laughing."
The marketing director nodded and agreed, "That's right, you're still smiling so ecstatically."
…
After Yan Nian came out of the Xu Group, he planned to take a taxi home to find Jiang Beiyuan.
When I got into the taxi, I realized that I had left my mobile phone at the Blue Mountain Cafe, and only one dollar of coins was left in my wallet.
"Forehead… "
Yan Nian raised his head and smiled flatteringly at the driver.
"Uncle, do you think one dollar is enough for the Funan Villa area?"
The driver was a stout man with a dragon tattooed on his arm. Hearing this, he glared at Yan Nian through the rearview mirror.
"You want to ride in the King's car at a young age? Huh?!"
Yan Nian sniffed pitifully, with tears still hanging from his long eyelashes, and made a praying gesture with his hands, "Uncle, you are the most handsome. You even cry when you look at me. I am so pitiful."
Driver: "Get out!"
Yan Nian: "...Oh."
After rubbing his nose and getting out of the car, Yan Nian had no choice but to walk. Yan Nian planned to walk to the intersection in front of him, see which bus was suitable, and take the bus back.
This is the busiest central area of Ningcheng, with wide roads, busy traffic, and a constant flow of people coming and going.
In front of the Plaza Building, facing a huge LED display screen, it occupies the outer edge of the entire department store.
Many people gathered around the roadside to look up and talk about it.
Yan Nian didn't pay much attention at first, but subconsciously glanced at the crowd, and then—
stunned.
The man on the screen has a face that can definitely captivate all living beings. He is scorching and has exquisite facial features that are flawless. At this moment, he is sitting in front of reporters, and countless flashlights are pointed at his face.
He raised his eyes slightly and aimed at the camera.
The long eyelashes were vivid, and the dark peach blossom eyes were emotionless. His slender hands held the microphone handed to him, and he spoke in a low voice, with a bit of a rustling, magnetic texture -
"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Beiyuan."
[Author's words: I'm sorry, but I have the shamelessness to comment on Mr. Jiang's fault. I would like to say that one chapter is really not expensive. The author also has to eat. It's not easy to write words. Let's be considerate to each other. Thank you.]
(End of chapter)