Monday was the day Qianyu signed the contract with Dahua Telecom. Wen Nuan returned to the office early in the morning, typed a letter of resignation, put it in a white envelope and put it in the drawer. When Ding Xiaodai came back, she had prepared all the materials needed for the contract.
At ten o'clock, Zhan Nanxian and Gao Fang led a group of people in. Leading the group and walking side by side with them was a short and thin middle-aged man about forty years old with a hooked nose and sharp eyes. Gao Fang called him Mr. Yang with a smile.
A group of people filed into the conference room. Wen Nuan and Ding Xiaodai split up, one hurried to serve tea, and the other followed in with the contract.
Wen Nuan first placed the contract, proposal, progress chart, attachments and other documents that needed to be signed in front of Yang Wenzhong and his lawyer, and then walked towards the main seat. Zhan Nanxian stared at her approaching. Her expression was very indifferent, so indifferent that he did not ignore her abnormality. She had not said a single greeting since they came up.
Without looking up, she placed the same information in front of him. When she put down the last document, he raised his hand to take it and accidentally touched her fingertips.
She jumped back as if bitten by a poisonous snake, and accidentally bumped into Ding Xiaodai who was passing by. Ding Xiaodai lost his balance under the force, and the cup on the tray in his hand fell out with a scream. Several people nearby dodged in panic, and the water spilled onto the documents on the table.
The water spread along the conference table and the scene was in chaos.
Ding Xiaodai was so scared that he hid behind Wen Nuan.
Zhan Nanxian said in a deep voice, "How do you do things!" After a pause, he turned to Yang Wenzhong and said, "Boss Yang, I'm so sorry for this accident. Gao Fang, you accompany Boss Yang to the annex to have some fun first, and come back after Wen Nuan has prepared the documents again."
Seeing this, Yang Wenzhong could only stand up and said, "No hurry, I've heard that the facilities in the Qianyu Annex are unique, I must take a good look around today."
Gao Fang smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Yang is quite interested in mahjong. How about we play 7749 rounds today?"
"Hahaha, it would be fine if you didn't mention it, Manager Gao. Now that you mention it, I really feel itchy. Unfortunately, I can't stay too long today. I have to go to Daizhong this afternoon to sign the contract."
"Don't worry, Mr. Yang. We will definitely get it done before noon and won't waste your time."
As they were talking, a group of people had already walked out the door.
In the conference room, Zhan Nanxian's expression relaxed and he said to Ding Xiaodai, "You go out first, and I'll ask someone to come in and clean up later."
Ding Xiaodai hurriedly responded yes and secretly glanced at Wen Nuan who had an expressionless face before leaving.
The swivel chair turned to the left, his elbows rested on the handrails, Zhan Nanxian clasped his fingers together, and looked up at her standing in front of him. "What's wrong with you?" he asked softly, unable to help but curl his lips into a smile.
Her tone was very cold. "I'll go out and re-prepare the documents first."
He held out his hand to her, "Warm—"
She almost reflexively stepped back quickly, out of his reach, with silent resentment and strong vigilance flashing in her raised eyes.
A hint of complex emotions flashed across his cold eyes, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He suddenly said, "I'm sorry."
She twitched the corners of her mouth.