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Meng Shuyu looked down and was stunned to understand what kind of jealousy Zhou Jun was jealous of.
Duan Duan's coat turned into a heated stove, burning people to a scorching heat.
It seemed as if the person who was so close to her now was not Zhou Juan's coat, but Zhou Juan himself.
Meng Shuyu waved her hand and was about to throw the hot clothes back.
He raised his hand and paused again.
Why is she so restless
Is she the one who is so crazy that she would even be jealous of a piece of clothing
Meng Shuyu turned around and looked at Zhou Juan, raised her left arm in front of him and slowly put it through the sleeve of the coat inch by inch, then raised her right arm and put it on in the same way.
Zhou Juan blinked, his eyes questioning.
Meng Shuyu pulled the cuffs, trying to stretch his hands out of the overly long sleeves, and then put them into the pockets of his coat.
After completing a more perfect fusion with the coat, she raised her chin towards Zhou Juan: "Then you can slowly get jealous here. The coat and I will go for a walk!"
After speaking, he walked forward without looking back.
After a walk and returning to the hotel, Meng Shuyu no longer had the energy to suffer from insomnia. After a simple wash, she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
Early the next morning, Meng Shuyu and Zhou Jun got into the commercial vehicle sent by the forum organizer and set off for the Lidden Hotel.
Ever since Zhou Jun said "How could I be jealous of a coat" last night, Meng Shuyu seemed to be interested in it. Any inanimate object at hand would make some people jealous beyond recognition.
So in front of Zhou Juan, she would play with the seat belt in front of her in the back seat of the car from time to time, and arrange the silk scarf around her neck in front of the mirror.
No one saw any special meaning in her ordinary movements.
Only Zhou Juan had a smile on his face.
The driver in the front row couldn't help but sigh that this didn't feel like attending a summit, but more like attending an annual meeting. It can be said that he was the happiest person to meet this morning.
When he arrived at the Liton Hotel and was about to get off the car, Meng Shuyu put away his leisurely thoughts and returned to serious work status.
He warned himself that he would be Assistant Meng all day today and should never take it lightly.
Meng Shuyu got out of the car first from the single door. Just as she was about to turn around and say "Mr. Zhou, please", in a blink of an eye, she was stopped by Zhou Jun's smile, which was extremely solemn.
Meng Shuyu subconsciously looked around to see if there was any big shot worthy of Zhou Juan's awe.
Before the target was found, Zhou Jun bent down and got out of the car, and whispered in a low voice: "Cooperate with Mr. Meng's work."
Meng Shuyu glared at him, turned around and followed the organizer's reception staff.
Walking into the main entrance of the hotel, I met many familiar faces from the lobby to the elevator.
Meng Shuyu had done her homework in advance and had already recognized the faces of all the attendees. Even if they were all wearing identical suits and ties, she could greet them smoothly.
It wasn't until I got out of the elevator that I heard a voice coming from behind me on the way to the venue: "Mr. Zhou?"
Meng Shuyu turned around and saw a "strange" face.
She said she was a temporary student because she had not seen this person in the list of participants this time.
But I had a vague impression of this middle-aged man's face, as if I had seen it somewhere.
As the person came closer and closer, Meng Shuyu desperately searched for information in his mind, recalling the strange "Xiao Zongzong" just now, and suddenly reacted.
This is Luo Xuebin, vice president of Yuanyu Real Estate.
That is, the top management under Zhou Juan's father.
No wonder he is called "little" Mr. Zhou.
Zhou Juan should know this person by then.
Meng Shuyu looked at the people around him calmly and found that Zhou Juan's eyes had obviously turned cold. After thinking about it, he went through a superficial process and introduced Zhou Juan when Luo Xuebin came up.
Luo Xuebin obviously didn't care about her assistant, and only smiled at Zhou Juan: "Mr. Zhou, I know you are here to attend the meeting, and Mr. Zhou specially asked me to come and listen to your speech."
Meng Shuyu mentally recalled the organizational structure of Yuanyu Real Estate—Zhou Jun's father is a director, so the phrase "Mr. Zhou" should refer to Zhou Jun's brother.
Zhou Jun twitched the corner of his mouth: "Excuse me, Mr. Luo."
"You're welcome, Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou has said it a long time ago. It's not easy for you to work out alone. If there's anything I can do to help you, I'll definitely help you. I heard that Mori Dai has been in contact with Lanchen Real Estate recently. Mr. Zhou asked me to remind you. You, if you can't negotiate this cooperation, don't force it. Why don't you take the shortcut and go far away? Mr. Zhou is your own family, and Yuan Yu's door will always be open to you. "
Meng Shuyu listened with fear, and suddenly saw Zhou Jun turning his head: "I don't remember, Assistant Meng, is Yuanyu Real Estate in our evaluation list?"
Meng Shuyu immediately came to his senses, nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Zhou."
"Where does it rank?"
Meng Shuyu glanced at Luo Xuebin.
Zhou Juan: "It doesn't matter. Mr. Luo also said that they are all members of his own family, so we won't talk about the two families."
Meng Shuyu: "Yuanyu Real Estate is ranked eleventh. Mr. Zhou, the subsequent evaluation results of the three three people have not been sent to you, so you really don't know."
Luo Xuebin's expression changed.
Zhou Jun nodded: "That's right, Mr. Luo, please apologize to Mr. Zhou for me. When Yuan Yu's door is wider, I will visit him again."
After parting ways with Luo Xuebin, Meng Shuyu accompanied Zhou Jun into the venue.
Although when the conversation ended, Luo Xuebin's face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly, and Zhou Juan didn't seem to take the episode seriously, Meng Shuyu still had a fire burning in his heart.
What a classless family this is.
No wonder Yuanyu Real Estate has become less and less popular in recent years.
With such an heir, wouldn’t all the wealth of the family be ruined
Meng Shuyu thought that Zhou Juan didn't inherit any of the Zhou family's property. Maybe it wasn't because his family didn't treat him well, but because he really looked down on him.
Working with such a careless brother who loves to find faults, who knows one day I will wake up and the company will be gone.
Thinking of all this mess, the summit forum in the venue also officially opened.
After the organizer delivered a speech at the opening ceremony, he invited several industry leaders to take turns to come to the stage to share their views.
However, if you don't have the charm of language art when speaking on stage, even a business master will inevitably become a drowsy manuscript reading machine.
Although Meng Shuyu listened carefully to the lecture with his eyes open the whole time in order to take notes, his heart was screaming when the boredom would end.
It wasn't until Zhou Jun came on stage as the youngest guest today, holding the microphone and talking, turning a speech that should have been dry and boring into a TED-level speech, that Meng Shuyu felt a little more alive.
I couldn't help but think quietly in my heart that her vision wasn't that bad.
After the forum during the day, there was an after party in the evening.
For Meng Shuyu and Zhou Jun, including most people present, this was the highlight of the day.
During the day, recognize familiar faces and note down opponents or partners worth touching. In the evening, it’s social time.
The after party was held in the banquet hall of the Leighton Hotel. The overhead crystal chandelier illuminated the hall of more than a thousand square meters with splendor, and every wine glass reflected the bright light.
The long tables on all sides are filled with a variety of Chinese and Western food. The waiters shuttle back and forth with wine trays, passing by the guests who are drinking and drinking, pushing glasses and changing cups, bringing them a fresh "communication medium".
Meng Shuyu followed Zhou Jun and met many people, holding a wine glass between her fingers symbolically, but rarely brought it to her mouth.
After all, it is different from socializing at the private wine table. In this kind of open social interaction, everyone drinks politely. They meet for a drink and have a drink separately. It is an unwritten tacit understanding between the big bosses. Generally, it is not the assistant’s turn to come forward. Meng Most of the time, Shuyu just followed Zhou Juan and handed him drinks.
Except for the occasional person who chatted with Zhou Juan about speculation and asked her about her assistant, it was her turn to offer him a toast and say something nice.
After such a night, Meng Shuyu actually drank only three glasses of white wine.
However, Zhou Juan drank a lot.
During a gap, Meng Shuyu thought about letting him go to a corner to rest for a while, but before he could say anything, he saw two young men wearing white shirts and flannel vests walking towards him.
Meng Shuyu recognized the people at a glance. One was Mr. Cheng Langcheng, the vice president of Lanchen Group, and the other was Mr. Jiang Fangjiang, the young boss of Lanxin Technology.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, she took a new bottle of wine from the passing waiter and handed it to Zhou Juan.
The two men opposite also took a new bottle of wine and stepped forward.
"Mr. Zhou."
"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Jiang."
The two sides shook hands briefly and greeted each other.
"I just heard that Mr. Cheng took an emergency call and left. I thought I wouldn't have a drink with Mr. Cheng tonight." Zhou Jun said with a smile.
Cheng Lang smiled and raised his glass: "Mr. Zhou is joking. I have to answer my wife's phone calls at home, but I also have to drink Mr. Zhou's wine."
Let's have a glass of wine each.
Cheng Lang raised his hand and suggested: "There are so many people and so many eyes, Mr. Zhou, can we find a quiet place to chat?"
Zhou Juan nodded: "It would be great if Mr. Cheng has time."
"The two of you are chatting," Jiang Fang waved his hand, "I'm going to get something to eat."
Seeing that Cheng Lang was not with his secretary and assistant, and even Jiang Fang was avoiding him, Meng Shuyu glanced at Zhou Juan to ask for his opinion.
Zhou Juan nodded towards her and motioned for her to stay here.
Meng Shuyu watched the two people leave and felt free for a while.
I originally planned to get some food to eat, but I didn't have any appetite after dinner. I thought that if I got hungry later, I might as well order a late-night snack to the hotel, so I found a sofa chair in the corner and sat down.
Just as I put down the drink in my hand and wanted to unlock my phone and relax, I suddenly heard the sound of men's leather shoes.
"Is it Mr. Meng from Moridai?"
Meng Shuyu raised his head, looked at the face in front of him, frantically flipped through the information in his mind again, and then matched him with the guest who gave a speech during the day.
Meng Shuyu immediately stood up from the sofa chair and said with a smile: "I am, you are Mr. Wei from the Mei'an Zhijia, right? I listened to your speech this afternoon and was very impressed by your sharing."
... If you look through the notes, you should still be able to find the key points she wrote while yawning.
Wei Mingzhi waved his hand: "I don't dare to take it seriously. There is nothing better than President Zhou's speech."
"Are you looking for Mr. Zhou?"
"No, I think you look familiar. I remembered that I met you when I had dinner with Mr. Cai before," Wei Mingzhi said with a smile, "I just asked someone about it and I found out that you were assigned to Sendai High School."
Listening to what he said, Meng Shuyu vaguely remembered that Mei'an Zhijia and Mr. Cai did have a relationship, but Mr. Wei didn't seem to be Mei'an's second-in-command before.
But no matter what, when Mr. Cai is involved, this situation cannot be neglected.
"Thanks to Mr. Wei for remembering, I was following Mr. Cai out to see the world. I thought you must have forgotten me, so I didn't dare to mention it." Meng Shuyu raised his glass, "I'd like to toast you."
Wei Mingzhi accepted the glass of wine and chatted with Meng Shuyu about Mori Dai's development.
Meng Shuyu answered a few words, which were probably quite interesting. Wei Mingzhi laughed heartily. He saw a waiter passing by, took a goblet from the wine tray and handed it to Meng Shuyu: "Chatting with an interesting person like Mr. Meng can really make you meet a close friend and a thousand glasses of wine will be lost."
Meng Shuyu glanced at the wine he handed over, and after a while, she took it with a smile: "Mr. Wei, you are so flattering to me."
A quarter of an hour later, at the coffee table on the terrace on the third floor of the hotel, the conversation between Zhou Juan and Cheng Lang was interrupted by a phone call.
Cheng Lang looked at the caller ID "Jiang Fang" and made a wait gesture to Zhou Juan.
After answering the phone, Jiang Fang on the other end asked softly: "Mr. Lang, is Mr. Zhou from Moridai still with you?"
"exist."
"Then let me ask you, did we just see Luo Xuebin from Yuanyu Real Estate and Wei Mingzhi from Mei'an Zhijia chatting there?"
"That's the case." Cheng Lang nodded.
"Then see if you should tell Mr. Zhou about this."
"What's wrong?"
"I see that Wei Mingzhi is getting his female assistant drunk. I wonder if Yuan Yu is trying to make trouble."
Cheng Lang moved his phone away and looked at Zhou Juan opposite.
In the banquet hall, Meng Shuyu held her fifth glass of wine, the smile on her face did not change, her eyes quietly glanced around, trying to find someone to help her escape.
As early as when she got the second glass of wine, she knew that Wei Mingzhi's visitor was evil.
But it's useless to just know this kind of thing. The disparity in status is there. Let alone turn around and leave, you can't even refuse.
She made an excuse that she wanted to go to the bathroom, but Wei Mingzhi refused to let her go, saying that she was in the middle of the conversation. If she left now, she would not give him face, and she would go to Mr. Cai to have a good talk from now on.
She made an excuse that she couldn't drink anymore, but Wei Mingzhi said she didn't have any shame in looking at her, so don't fool him. How could the secretary next to Mr. Cai not be able to drink.
There were quite a lot of people coming and going around. Meng Shuyu was not worried about his safety. He just drank a few glasses of wine at once, mixed with white and red, and his mind was already a little confused.
He was afraid that if Wei Mingzhi tried to trick him into something, he would not be able to handle it.
Meng Shuyu held the wine glass and looked around. She really couldn't find anyone who could help her escape, so she had to smile and said her third excuse to Wei Mingzhi: "Mr. Wei, Mr. Zhou promised me to go find him right now." , I really have to go, do you think we can talk next time?”
"Isn't Mr. Zhou and Mr. Cheng on the terrace? They talk about theirs and we talk about ours."
Meng Shuyu clasped her hands hanging by her side gently, trying to think of something to say, when she suddenly heard a familiar male voice behind her -
"Mr. Wei is so elegant."
Meng Shuyu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw Zhou Juan, and his nose suddenly became sore.
I was originally thinking about how to get out and didn't even have the time to get angry. Now I was suddenly so angry that I didn't want to care about anything.
Meng Shuyu walked towards Zhou Juan without thinking and called him in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Juan glanced at her face and frowned. When he looked at Wei Mingzhi again, there was a bit of coolness in his dark eyes.
Wei Mingzhi's face froze, and he greeted with a dry smile: "Mr. Zhou is here."
"If I don't come, how long will Mr. Wei plan to keep my assistant drinking?"
"Mr. Zhou misunderstood. Mr. Meng and I only had a few drinks after having a good chat."
"Speculation?" Zhou Jun looked back at Meng Shuyu.
Meng Shuyu stood behind him with her head lowered and pursed her lips. At this time, she could not dismantle Wei Mingzhi, so she could only remain silent.
Zhou Jun: "Tell me, how much face did you give Mr. Wei?"
Meng Shuyu glanced at Wei Mingzhi and replied in a low voice: "... five cups."
He took her to socialize all night, and she only drank three glasses of wine.
He was only gone for twenty minutes, and she was forced to drink five drinks in a row.
"White or red?"
"All..."
Zhou Juan looked at Wei Mingzhi and nodded slowly.
Wei Mingzhi was shocked by this sight. Before he could react, he saw Zhou Juan waving to the waiter on the side.
The waiter handed over the wine tray.
Ten bottles of wine, half white and half red, were neatly stacked on top.
"Mr. Wei likes to drink," Zhou Jun motioned to the waiter Wei Mingzhi, "Give all these wines to Mr. Wei."
Wei Mingzhi smiled in disbelief: "Mr. Zhou, isn't this a bit..."
"It's a bit disgraceful," Zhou Juan nodded and looked at Wei Mingzhi expressionlessly, "What a coincidence, I don't like pursuing dignity."
"Should Mr. Wei drink it himself, or should I find someone to serve Mr. Wei?"
The author has something to say: Damn it, he pretended to do it again!