Mr. Dior

Chapter 2: The President’s Million Bride (3) ┃ So he called Que De

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The entire building of Shi Fei is full of various high-tech facilities. For example, this elevator requires employee cards to be swiped. Each employee can go to a fixed number of floors, and he needs to apply for floors outside of his authority.

The president's exclusive elevator can be used by swiping the president's fingerprint to reach any floor of the entire building.

Zhang Chenfei entered the elevator and of course pressed the button on the top floor. As an overbearing president, you should have an office with 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, standing at the highest point of the city every day, overlooking all living beings.

"Don't you remember the floor?" Jiao Qi glanced at him strangely, and raised his hand to press the floor in the middle of the building.

It turns out that he does not have a panoramic office on the top floor. Instead, according to the tradition of the 1990s, the offices of the cadres were arranged in the middle level to facilitate communication and escape.

Not foreign at all!

Arrived with a "ding", the three secretaries, two men and one woman, were standing at the door holding the documents. When they saw Jiao Qi, they stood upright, speaking twice as fast as usual.

"President, this is the document to be signed today."

"President, you have a meeting at ten o'clock this morning, in the top meeting room, I will remind you again at nine forty-five."

"President, Mr. Li just called and he will be here at two o'clock in the afternoon."

The President nodded calmly, took his little wife's waist and walked into the wide office: "From today, you will be working here."

"Huh?" Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows, squinting at his old attack.

"Damn!" The three secretaries couldn't help exclaiming, and the female secretary in high heels almost fell.

"You are my personal assistant, responsible for serving tea, pouring water, organizing documents, and..." the president said, biting his wife's white earlobe sideways, and said in a voice that only two people can hear, "President Relief Desire."

Mr. Jiao couldn’t help his old face blushing. It’s been a long time since he heard this man say nasty things. For a while, he was a little missed. He coughed and pushed him away, and said coldly to the three secretaries: "I will move here in the near future. When I come to work, all the documents approved by the president are brought to me for review."

"Yes!" The three secretaries bowed neatly forty-five degrees and agreed without hesitation, without even a pause.

"Mr. Li pushed the meeting and let him come back tomorrow. Both of us are not at the company this afternoon. If you have any urgent matters, we will deal with it this morning."

"Okay, Mr. Jiao!"

The president watched his subordinates obey his wife, and walked out of the office with the same hands after listening to his wife's advice. He didn't mean to ask him any opinions. He couldn't help holding out Erkang's hand: "Hey, what..."

"Click." The heavy solid wood door was gently closed, and the room was quiet. In a trance, the president heard the sound of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

Something is wrong! Zhang Chenfei turned his head, and saw that his little wife had swaggered to sit in the position that originally belonged to the president, and skillfully typed the power-on password on the keyboard. And the computer, which had no loyalty like the secretaries, sounded welcome music with doglegs.

The president walked slowly to the desk and looked at his wife condescendingly: "How do you know my power-on password?"

"What's so strange about this?" Jiao Qi looked up at him, and all the passwords of the two were open to each other.

The president's expression was unpredictable, and he suddenly grabbed the little wife who was flipping his computer at random, and pushed it down on the sofa.

"You are a commercial spy sent by Wang, aren't you?"

"Huh?" Jiao Qi was a little confused.

"It's really pretending to be like it. Father's debt is just a cover," the president pressed his lips tightly. "I said earlier, the price of betraying me, you can't afford it!" He said, suddenly pulling away. A delicate button on Xiaojiao's wife's shirt flew out.

"Asshole, this is the new Dior I just bought!" Xiaojiao's wife struggled with horror.

"President, the meeting is about to begin..." The secretary pushed the door in, and his chin fell to the ground in an instant. Then, like a bastard who was scalded by boiling water, he immediately retracted and closed the door with a "bang", pretending that he did not appear. pass.

Due to the interruption of the secretary, this "cruel sex cut a vi" failed to proceed, and the president could only change the power-on password in a hideous manner: "The password has been changed, you better be obedient and stop using the computer. ."

"0826?" Jiao Qi re-buttoned his clothes elegantly.

"How do you know?" The president looked up in shock.

"Nonsense, that's my birthday."

"..."

Jiao Qi followed Zhang Chenfei and stared at him all morning, and was surprised to find that although the president had a cognitive bias in dealing with the relationship between the two, there was not much problem in handling company affairs, and he could not help quietly relax. Tone.

"Follow me to a place in the afternoon." After lunch, Jiao Qi pulled Zhang Chenfei into the car and took him to see a private doctor.

Public hospitals are relatively superficial, and wealthy people have private doctors. Most of these private doctors leave the hospital to open their own clinics, the fees are high, and the corresponding medical skills are quite exquisite.

"Where to go?" Throwing away the hand that was holding him tightly, Zhang Chenfei stopped three steps away from the car, with a very uncooperative attitude. Obviously, if he can't give him enough reasons, he will turn his face in the next second.

"Pay the debt." Jiao Qi was afraid of him making trouble, so he casually coaxed him.

Zhang Chen sneered, stretched out his long arms to trap Xiaojiao's wife in his arms, pinched the delicate and beautiful chin with two fingers, and whispered evilly in his ear: "I said, before you became pregnant, I won’t pay a penny of your father’s debt."

The heat sprayed on her face, causing Xiaojiao's wife to blush in an ear.

"Pregnant chicken... Well, at least pay a deposit first," Jiao Qi broke free and forced the person into the co-pilot, knowing that he was moved by reason and affection. "The whoringer paid two hundred for one night, you yesterday. I slept twice at night."

Stepping on the accelerator, the silver Maserati rushed out of the underground garage in Shifa.

Zhang Chenfei was a little unhappy at first, a sense of discomfort calculated by Xiaojiao's wife, but it made sense to think about it instead. Xiaojiao's wife's father owes so much money. If he doesn't give a deposit, he will probably be chopped off his hands and feet. He doesn't want Jiao Qi to wash his face with tears every day.

"Well, in order to serve me with all your heart last night, first give a 100 million yuan deposit." Zhang Chenfei took out his black card and turned it between his fingers with distinct knuckles.

Jiao Qi glanced at him diagonally: "Thank you so much, Mr. Dior Zhang."

"No, call me Dior." Between you and me, you shouldn't have such a split.

"..."

Maserati staggered and almost knocked the beggar who was washing the car with a dirty rag at the crossroads into flight.

"Just say it if you don't want to give money." The beggar looked contemptuous, and wiped the windshield with his hands together.

Stumbled and finally reached the private clinic.

Amidst the green trees, I saw a small white western-style building from a distance. Pure European architecture, magnificent and magnificent, not like a clinic at all.

The interior decoration style is highly consistent with the appearance, taking the high-end luxury route. In the living room, there is a royal blue velvet sofa and a thick starry sky carpet. There is Rubens's "Christ Falling on Shelf" hanging on the wall. Whether it is true or not, it is very high-end when placed here.

"Hello, Mr. Jiao, Doctor Que is already waiting for you in the consulting room."

The doctor who opened this clinic is named Que De, who is a rice Chinese. Growing up in the U.S., he was a medical genius and received his doctorate at a young age. One day, on a whim, he would return to China to open a clinic for the wealthy.

Since you are mixed in China, you must have a Chinese name.

The friend who helped him prepare at the time was a Tianjin native. When he asked him about the pricing level of various services, he wrinkled and turned into a Goubuli steamed bun: "You really lack the four virtues, you just call the lack of virtue."

So he called Que De.

Dr. Que De's clients are wealthy people, and the middle-aged and elderly people account for the majority of the wealthy. Middle-aged and elderly people always have feelings that are hard to let go, often with a grateful heart. So there were more than a dozen red flags of "Living Huatuo" and "Wonderful Rejuvenation" hanging around the "Christ's Falling Frame".

It can be regarded as a merger of China and the West.

"Mr. Zhang's brain, let me scan it." The front desk brother smiled and looked at Zhang Chenfei.

Louis XIII was returned to the factory for repairs, and now Zhang Dajiao is a primitive man with no brains. The caring front desk won't be stumped by this, so he applied for a temporary card and took out a POS machine that charges the cost of the temporary card.

Seeing the credit card machine, Zhang Chen was clear. Xindao Xiaojiao’s wife and his father are really ignorant. He borrowed money to find such a place with no style. He came up to ask for money, and talked to him for a while without joking, and he didn’t even provoke Xiaojiao by the old husband Wife cried and grabbed the ground.

Boring.

The president who failed to be a big boss took out his black card and lifted his chin slightly: "How much do you want?"

"Two hundred." Jiao Qi drew the black card and handed it to the little brother at the front desk.

Only two million? What a joke!

"Two million is such a small amount, you just ask the secretary to get it." The president is very dissatisfied with this kind of trivial matter even asking him to take a trip.

"It's two hundred yuan." Jiao Qi clicked the number displayed on the credit card machine.

The little brother at the front desk smiled and took out the "200 yuan" credit card to sign for him.

Zhang Chenfei looked at the number for a moment, and whispered to Xiaojiao's wife, "I should give you four hundred twice last night."

"… roll!"