Time flies like an arrow.
The ancients were so elegant that they could come up with such wonderful words to describe ordinary days, which are both apt and touching.
In the blink of an eye, the thing that Wen Nuan least wanted to happen finally happened.
The competition between Qianyu Optical Technology, which Zhan Nanxian is currently in charge of, and Daizhong is of the same type of enterprise, and both are among the top leaders in the industry, so the competition is fierce. In fact, these have nothing to do with Wen Nuan. What is relevant to her is that she must accompany Zhan Nanxian to attend the Leng family's competition review meeting, which means that she will meet Zhu Linlu at the opponent's table.
The huge long oval conference table with two layers inside and outside in the Leng company's conference room was filled with people from various important companies. The meeting was chaired by Leng Rufeng and the first general assistant Yin Chenglie, and next to them sat five top global consultants.
Each company present at the meeting had ten minutes to introduce itself and then answer a variety of almost difficult questions raised by Leng.
The first company had only been talking for a few minutes when Yin Chenglie interrupted them. "Just tell me, in your company's plan, if we don't rely on anything else but your system, can we attract a certain number of guests to the resort?"
Most people present were stunned when this question was asked. Fully intelligent control is to make guests' stay more comfortable. Usually this will be positioned as a service means rather than a direct marketing means, but it is obvious that Leng's requirements are more far-sighted and stricter than "usually".
The person in charge was speechless on the spot, and it seemed that he was not prepared for this question at all. After a few seconds of silence, he closed the plan in front of him and led the team away quietly.
The rule of this game is that if you cannot answer any question within ten seconds, please leave the game automatically.
Wen Nuan shook her head slightly. The whole company had probably been preparing for two or three months, but in the end, they were forced to go home before they could even finish their self-introductions. The efforts of so many people who had worked overtime day and night were wasted in an instant. Business was like war, so cruel that it was almost absurd.
Zhan Nanxian leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Check the background of the consultant on Leng Rufeng's right."
His unique breath lightly brushed against her earlobe as he spoke, especially when he turned around after he finished speaking, his thin lips seemed to lightly brush the edge of her earlobe. She felt half of her face and the skin on her neck were all hot. Even though her heart had sunk into meditation in the mortal world, she couldn't help but accelerate at this moment.
Taking a deep breath to calm her heart, she quickly opened her ultra-thin handheld computer, which was only half the size of a book, and connected to Qianyu's huge database via wireless network. She entered the consultant's name tag into the search, browsed and categorized the information within a minute, and concisely sorted out the answer that Zhan Nanxian wanted, then tapped the desktop with her fingertips.
He turned his head and took in the whole thing, then looked at the information in her hand. As if they had telepathy, she immediately took out the technical plan, turned to the system settings section and gently pushed it in front of him. He curled the corners of his lips slightly, glanced at her, his eyes slightly moved down, fixed on her delicate pink earrings that had not faded, and raised his eyelashes to look at her again.
Wen Nuan was stunned, not understanding why his eyes, despite being indifferent and cold, had a hint of meaning that she couldn't describe. Before she had time to think about whether she had done something wrong, her consciousness was disturbed and she looked up unconsciously. Across the long oval table, Zhu Linlu was staring at her with an unhappy expression.