It was ten o'clock after breakfast. Zhang Chenfei drove to the company. He was about to confess that the avatar would be better at home, but saw that the guy had already put on a suit and got into the co-pilot directly.
"Why, I can't live without serving me once. I want to accompany me to the company, huh?" The president was very proud. The little substitute is so sticky to him, giving him the illusion that inflammation is so sticky to him.
"Don't go, go to my company, there will be a morning meeting on Monday." Jiao Qi was afraid that he would forget the way, and connected the car navigation with his brain to locate Basho.
The little double actually has a job? The president who didn't remember this incident was surprised. After thinking about it, he said, "Well, for the sake of taking the contraceptive pill today, you are allowed to take my car."
This is my car... Jiao Qi rolled his eyes and didn't bother to argue with him.
The silver Maserati drove out of the villa area, and after the morning rush hour, the road went smoothly. Basho’s morning meeting has already begun. Jiao Qi uses his brain to watch the live broadcast sent by Yu Yuan and listen to their work report.
Zhang Chenfei couldn't see the content on Xiaojiao's Wife, thinking he was in a daze, his eyes dim.
"You are already my man, and I will forget that poor boy in the future. I don't want Yanyan to pretend to be someone else in my body and mind." The arrogant and unreasonable words were taken for granted by the President.
"Huh?" Jiao Qi recovered from the video conference, confused, "What poor boy?"
Zhang Chen's hands on the steering wheel couldn't help tightening, and he said with a cold snort, "Chen Fei, don't think I didn't hear the name you accidentally called yesterday. To be my man, you have to concentrate on it, and then later. Let me hear this name, and I will let him disappear in this world forever."
"..." The substitute Xiaojiao's wife was speechless, very worried that he would sign Dior Zhang when signing.
The Basho company on Monday was busy and orderly.
After processing Basho's affairs as quickly as possible, the worried little wife decided to visit Shi Fei Technology. As soon as he left the president's room, he was stopped by a stylishly dressed young man.
"Mr. Jiao." The visitor has a little bit of eyebrows, but he can barely see it after dressing up and packaging. It is the anchor "Conscience Feeds the Dog" who is arguing about the issue of contract renewal fees recently.
"Something?" Jiao Qi didn't like this kind of blocking people at the door. "Look for the secretary to make an appointment first." After that, he raised his foot and left.
The young anchor was choked. As a live broadcast with millions of fans, he has long been praised by fans as the number one king, Lao Tzu, and second place. Do you remember that you need to make an appointment to see the president.
"I'm in a hurry. I will delay you for two minutes if I don't have time to make an appointment." Mr. anchor stretched out his arm covered with shiny jewellery and blocked Jiao Qi's path.
Jiao Qi narrowed his eyes and glanced at the time: "Okay, you say."
This anchor is a retired e-sports player who mainly broadcasts live games. His real name is Gou Xin. The popularity is still good, and Basho also wants to keep him, but because other live broadcast platforms have also extended an olive branch, he sits on the ground and raises the price of the lion's mouth.
"I just wanted to know, why did the good contract half terminate?" The director of Bajiao Live, who was in charge of signing the contract, only played Tai Chi. He said that he had to discuss this condition with the above. The result of the discussion turned out to be to wish him. Have a good future. He asked for an additional 30 million on the original basis, but it was actually much higher than the price offered by the other company, and Basho had a standardized management, so he didn't want to leave easily.
"I looked at the data analysis. If you follow the price you requested, the profit point will drop more than expected." Jiao Qi replied blankly.
"Impossible, how much money do I make for the platform every year! And the popularity is rising all the time, Shi Fei Xin Game's endorsement for next year will also call me, and this endorsement alone is more than..."
"I think you haven't figured it out yet," Jiao Qi raised his hand slightly, and stopped the other side's meaningless and increasingly loud argument. "Shifei Technology is my husband's company. I have the final say on who will endorse it."
When Director Liang calculated the profit point, he also included Shi Fei's endorsement fee, so the conclusion was inaccurate. After all, it's their own business, and no one can speak for Basho. Excluding these, "conscience fed the dog" is not worth the price.
"Then how much can you give?" Gou Xin clenched his fists, and looked at Jiao Qi's condescending young master.
He came from a poor background, and he was average in the professional team. After finally becoming an anchor, he thought that he had finally become a master, but once he met Jiao Qi's calm and unwavering eyes, he felt that he was nothing.
"About the contract, talk to Director Liang," Jiao Qi glanced at the time, "two minutes have arrived."
"I'm sorry, let me, the president is very short." Yu Yuan twisted his fat body, bounced student Gou away with a "boom," and made a gesture to the security guard standing at the elevator entrance. The security guard in a suit immediately stepped forward and grabbed the guy who still wanted to make trouble.
Looking at the calm and long back, Gou Xin couldn't help shouting: "You really think that you have the final say about Shi Fei, but it's just a stand-in..."
Jiao Qi's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he looked back at the anchor who was jumping the wall in a hurry, frowning slightly: "Gou Xin, if you still want to be in the live broadcast circle, pay attention to your words."
The tone without ups and downs made the hot-headed young man instantly calm down and closed his mouth in panic.
Jiao Qi had a headache. Yesterday, at the game conference, he didn't know what Zhang Dajiao said to others, but it was all passed to Gou Xin. It's really a leak if you don't look at it for a while.
When I went out, I called Li Yingjun and asked him to check yesterday's list of participants. And people who have been in contact with Zhang Chenfei. Listening to Li Yingjun's hesitant and silent voice on the other end of the phone, I only felt very tired.
"It's not what you think."
I arrived at Shi Fei Technology quickly and slowly, and what I was worried about still happened. The dozen or so documents on the table were all signed with beautiful English swashes—Dior Zhang, and I couldn't bear to look directly at them.
I took a closer look. Fortunately, they were all internal company documents, and there were no important contracts. Jiao Qi grabbed the coffee in the hands of the president and poured it directly on it.
Zhang Chenfei watched the little stand-in doing this. Without the slightest concealment, not even a flop, he just poured coffee on the documents he had just signed. "What are you doing? Do you know how important these files are?"
Jiao Qi ignored him and rang the bell to let the secretary in.
This little avatar really didn't worry about it. He tried every means to seduce him, and made him make a mistake in the morning. What else does he want to do now? Let the secretary see the traces on his body and spread it to everyone, so as to stabilize the position of Mrs. Zhang
One pressed the small stand-in to the boss's chair, and trapped the person with his hands on the armrests: "Very well, you succeeded in attracting my attention."
The secretary knocked on the door and came in.
"These files are broken, let them redo a copy." Jiao Qi pushed away from the old attack, pointed at the things on the table and said to the secretary.
"Yes!" The secretary immediately tidied up the table and notified all departments to send a new document. Then he left the president's room without looking back, and didn't look up at their "undercurrents" from beginning to end.
When the secretary left, the President took Xiaojiao's wife to the table, and poked his small pectoral muscles with one finger: "Put away your nasty thoughts, I will not be fooled. Then provoke me. , Just slap you in front of the entire company."
The rude words made Xiaojiao's wife blush, and she slapped him on the head very moved.
"You dare to slap me on the head, I think you are tired of living," the president was angry, "what are you, only Yanyan is qualified to hit me!"
"..."
The little stand-in who dared to do it was pressed on the desk. When his fingers touched the expensive suit, Mr. Dior hesitated. Jiao Qi in a suit is not the slender and weak Jiao Yan in his memory at all. The accident in the morning was already a mistake, and he couldn't go wrong any more.
Jiao Qi didn't know what kind of horns his old attack had gotten into, and he didn't move him for the next few days. At most, I couldn't help but kiss, and didn't do anything more in-depth. At night, the two of them slept in an apartment in the city center with only one bed, and they were piled up by Mr. Da Diao with a pillow.
This time the cycle seems to be longer than last time, Jiao Qi called Que De uneasy. That guy gave the nonsense reason "probably this novel is longer than the last one". Mr. Jiao wants to report him to the Bureau of Health and Family Planning.
Don't care if you are not affectionate, just take care of your kidneys. What's terrible is that Zhang Chenfei makes salt and pepper ribs for him every day when he goes home.
Jiao Qi didn't like to eat salt and pepper ribs, which always reminded him of the nickname from high school. At that time, he had a bad stomach, and all the things he had eaten were used to grow his body, and he was so thin. Teenage boys are gaining muscles, only he is like a rib, and he will be laughed at if he takes off his shirt.
"Jiao Yan grows ribs, just salt and pepper ribs, hahahaha..."
In the past, all sorts of pouring up, looking at the delicious and flavorful plate of salt and pepper ribs in front of me, I was stunned. Jiao Qi pushed the plate away and refused to eat it.
"This is what Yanyan likes to eat." Zhang Chenfei picked up a piece of spare ribs and put it into Jiao Qi's bowl, motioning him to eat.
"When did I like this?" Jiao Qi was puzzled. He had never liked this dish since he was in high school.
Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows, thinking that the little avatar cooperated well today, so he patiently told him about his first love. Picking up a piece of ribs, he took a bite with affectionate eyes: "His classmates call him salt and pepper ribs, it must be because he likes to eat."
"Pooh!"