At the same time, on the other side of the city, Peng Chen did socialize at night. It's just that the meeting place is in the conference room.
At the height of the nineteenth floor of the office building, the huge conference room lights are dazzling, reflecting the floor-to-ceiling glass more and more clean and bright. Outside the window, the sky merged with the night, and a few diamond-like twinkling stars were faintly visible, so close that they could be picked off by reaching out.
With such a beautiful day, Peng Chen and Shen Zhou looked like water, sitting at the two ends of the conference table. Five or six senior managers were sitting around them, whispering the progress of their respective responsibilities. Everyone's solemn and cautious faces flashed cunningly from time to time. When it comes to knowing, the corners of their mouths can't help but bend. That is the look of the hunter stepping forward and determined to win when he pounces on the prey.
The meeting did not last long, and all the issues were resolved quickly. After an hour, everyone did their duties and disbanded, leaving only the two bosses under the command of the company.
Seeing no outsiders, Shen Zhou's well-regulated limbs immediately became restless, stretched out his arms and shook his legs, and collapsed into a ball in the revolving leather chair. After looking at the time, he looked at Peng Chen, who was immersed in writing on white paper, and asked: "This long night, without beautiful women, how should we spend it? Red wine, Maotai, or Erguotou?"
Look, how empathetic and elegant he is.
Unfortunately, Peng Chen is not interested in this. Still immersed in the calculations, he took the time to reply indifferently: "You are free, I will leave after a while."
It was almost instinctive, and Shen Zhou was immediately greatly dissatisfied. With a sullen face, a pair of peachy eyes squinted dangerously, and he said angrily: "What kind of ecstasy did Qianmai give you? A big man, I can’t wait to rush home every day. People who don’t know, don’t know. Think you are the same as the female accountant in our company, eager to go back and nurse your child?..."
Before Shen Zhou had finished speaking, a glass tea cup flew straight towards him in the direction of a meteor. Fortunately, he was clever enough, tilted his head subconsciously, and finally caught it dangerously, but his fingers were numb by the force. At the moment, there was lingering palpitations in my heart. Peng Chen died, and when he saw her forgotten friends, he was actually playing for real, and he didn't show any mercy at all.
However, how can such a trivial threat stop Shen Zhou's long "talking" hobby. Immediately jumped up and eagerly asked for justice: "Then you are giving a reliable reason. Last time, your fish did not feed. Last time, your potted plants forgot to water. Then this time, What are you going to say this time?"
Facing Shen Zhou's aggressive questioning, unexpectedly, Peng Chen didn't raise the bar with him, but rather asked in a low voice, saying, "I know, you have been working hard these days. But... let's bear with him for a day or two. Wheat. I’m in a bad state recently. I’ll accompany her. When her brother and sister return home on vacation, I’ll come over to take over for you.”
At that time, he can't help but not come to take over Shen Zhou's work. If you don't find something to do, is it possible that a person goes back to the new house and guards the walls and hits mosquitoes? In other words, there are no mosquitoes to beat him in the twelfth lunar month.
Immediately, Shen Zhou was horrified by Peng Chen's serious answer and the wry smile on the corners of his lips, which seemed to be lost and melancholy. My mind turned around, is Qianmai in bad condition? Why didn't you hear Weiwei talk about it, aren't the two of them good enough to go to the bathroom together
A few days ago, he went to Huayang Building to pick up Weiwei from get off work, and had a face-to-face meeting with Qianmai in the parking lot, and he was in very good condition. His face was flying, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he seemed to be a little bit fatter. He was still slanderous at the time, and in such a good spirit, Peng Chen stole the old Changbai Mountain ginseng under Peng Ma's box and gave her to eat.
That's all, that's all, he's not playing for real anyway. If it is forced, it is better to follow the flow of personal affection. Shen Zhouxun waved his hand, as if driving a fly, and said: "Let's go, let's go. Greet Qian Mai and let her take care of her body. Peng Ma will be back in a few days, and she still has a tough battle to fight. Hit a mile..."
Peng Chen's face was expressionless, and his hand holding a pen was full of veins. He did not appreciate Shen Zhou's self-righteous humor at all.
Not only did Shen Zhou disregard his disregard, he collapsed back into the chair and grinned to himself. It is really an unprecedented first dynasty to be able to explode Peng Chen, who has always been irritated.
"Let’s talk about it, this is all caused by family planning. Now parents, there are only one or two baby bumps in the family, and finally they have multiple daughters-in-law, can they not hope that they will become a phoenix? Yue Lao just ordered the little princess. , 80% of them will also go to bargain, want to marry a little dragon girl, a little fairy and go home. If this is replaced by the previous eight or ten sons in the family, the troubles will continue every day, and they will be able to eat and marry. The daughter-in-law is not bad, but there are so many whispering things."
"What are you doing with this complaint?" Shen Jiafan has a pair of outstanding elder brothers and sisters who are standing up against it. Shen Zhou's big tree is a good place to enjoy the cold, and it has always been nothing to do. During the years when the British "wandered the corpses" together, even though Father Shen was heartbroken, he was helpless and threatened that he had no hope for him, and only begged Shen Zhou not to have a yellow-haired, blue-eyed mixed-race child. Now that I think about it, he was a blessing in disguise. With this Shangfang sword, there is nothing to worry about now.
However, this is Peng Chen's idea. Shen Zhou doesn't think he has such a good life: "Can you not complain? Weiwei and I have just stabilized now and want to live a comfortable and low-key life easily. But a few old men, The old lady wasn't sure, she got together early, and was about to have an unprecedented wedding."
"My dad's reason is very ridiculous, saying that the Shen family hasn't had a happy event for a long time. Once this time, it will be 20 years before the wedding of his nephew can be held. The opportunity is so rare, there is no reason not to have a lively event. , Vigorously. Let alone my prospective father-in-law, only Weiwei, a daughter, wished to do everything on the scale of the royal family and nobles. So that the two of us didn't know what it was like to be in love, we were forced to start preparing for the wedding. Entered the bridal chamber."
"Come on, you are a full man, I don't know if a hungry man is hungry." Peng Chen was unhappy. This guy complained, but his face wafted into a flower, which made it clear that he was showing off. Feeling depressed, he grabbed the blank paper filled with numerical formulas before his eyes, and violently ravaged them into a group, and aimed at Shen Zhou's forehead with another aiming shot.
Shen Zhou's forehead was attacked again for no reason, and finally he said nothing. Muttered: "Forget it, don't talk about it, you hungry guys who have no food, how can you understand our metaphysical pain."
Then, he leaned over and picked up the paper ball that had fallen to the ground, and opened it slowly.
Upon seeing it, the corner of his mouth immediately raised a sly smile, crisply, snapped his fingers beautifully, and praised it seriously: "Good fellow, I underreported by two percentage points."
Peng Chen didn't gossip about the matter. He stood up and said concisely: "Recently, if there is anything outside, you will first solve it. I will keep a close eye on it. If you get this price, you can't pay more."
With that said, look at the time, make a call gesture, pick up the coat key, turn around and go out.
The two have always worked closely together, without much explanation. Shen Zhou knew what he meant by himself, and he was astoundingly applauded for his offer. But it's one thing to be amazing, it's another thing to do it yourself. Immediately he complained bitterly: "This task is too arduous, I can't eat it all by myself. You remember to come back quickly and help."
Peng Chen waved his hand, opened the door and went out. Compared to business, he now has more important things to do. Shen Zhou was indeed a "chatter" in front of his acquaintances, but he said too much but not crooked, and he got a hit tonight. That is, instead of struggling to get the consent of their parents, it is better to create some minor or minor problems to make them headache and disappointed. Perhaps every day annoying things are constant, and the expected value of him is lowered, and it will really be like Shen Zhou said. It would be nice to be able to marry a daughter-in-law, and there will never be so many jokes and crooked things.
By default, the first plan to please his parents failed, and Peng Chen decided to go the other way.
The response of Peng's father and mother to the information was faster than Peng Chen expected.
In the afternoon in Rome the next day, as if the owner's life and rest were determined, Peng Ma's face was radiant, and when she came out of the beauty salon, the phone rang at the right time. Calmly connected, after three or five sentences of "Uh" and "Ah", the voice involuntarily tightened and stern, and the mood was no longer the same as before.
He rushed to the company, and the first sentence of the door was to complain to Dad Peng: "Husband, our Quintimo is so shameless, too selfish."
"What's the matter?" Behind the desk, Dad Peng frowned.
"I just received a call from Tang Yin, saying that Quintimo fired her the night before. I think at the beginning, he didn't say a word, digging out the youngest and most capable reserve talent in our head office. Tang Yin, but he himself It was poached by name. Let’s not mention that Tang Yin has worked so hard to help us manage the company for so many years in China. It is Tang Yin, Quintimo and she have been childhood sweethearts and have known each other since childhood. How can we be so merciless now, saying, "I am unwilling 'Just fire them..."
"This matter, Quintimo did not consider him well, but he can't be blamed on him. Just allow you to play Infernal Affairs with Tang Yin and not allow him to counter spies?" Peng Peng quietly listened to Peng Ma's grievances, impartial , Each hit fifty boards.
Ma Peng's face turned pale in an instant, and she didn't know whether she was pissed off by Peng Chen or was exposed by Peng's father. An angry glance at Peng's father, he said strangely: "When is the time, you are still in the mood to make a joke."
Compared with Ma Peng’s slight irritation, Dad Peng still had a lukewarm expression, rubbing his aching forehead, and said, “I’m now being made up by Quintimo, so I’m still in the mood. Just kidding." She said, handing the two reports in front to Ma Peng, motioning her to read it for herself.
Peng Ma took it suspiciously, glanced at the headline hurriedly, and then she was frightened and her head went blank.
"Proposal to demolish the 30-storey commercial building of the old shop on Wuma Street"
"Application for Withdrawal"
Stinky boy, the feathers are only a few days old, so he dare to hit the old shop left by his ancestors. It's all about suspending school, and now I have to quit school and give up the degree that is easily available. Thanks to his tutor like him so much and let him be such a fool, he still wrote in the opinion column that he disagrees.
"Is he insane?" Except for this, Ma Peng couldn't think of any other reasons.
"This is a messy prequel, the original hasn't been written yet." Peng Peng shook his head and smiled bitterly, like a mirror in his heart, it was his son who was vaguely challenging them.
Ma Peng became more and more angry. She fell two reports fiercely and pointed to the phone to call the commander: "Call him. I want to ask if he has any brains. He is such a big person. Unreliable things."
Father Peng pressed the replay button, and the phone heard a voice prompt that it could not be connected. He spread his hands helplessly and said: "I went to work today, so I just patronized and called. From morning to now, I haven't been able to contact me."
"Don't... What's wrong, right?" Madam Peng whispered, her back felt cold, and she was no longer angry.
"No, no, don't worry." Peng's father repeatedly said relieved: "Earlier, I contacted the driver and said that the company had entertainment. Quintimo and Shen Zhou both drank alcohol and he sent them back home."
"These two stinky boys, don't know the severity, are they both drunk with the tincture?" Hearing what Dad Peng said, Ma Peng did not feel relieved, but added a lot of worry. With a heart stumbling up and down, always feeling unreliable, got up and walked outside.
"Where are you going?" Dad Peng called out from behind.
Ma Peng stood by the door and replied, "Go home to pack up. The kid Quintimo fired Tang Yin. No one was supervising him for a day, so he couldn't get up and rebellion. It depends on how I go home to clean up him." (To be continued, if you want For more information, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)