At noon, the secretary ordered a meal and planned to prepare it according to yesterday's specifications.
Shen Hun suddenly said, "Don't think about me."
Strictly snorted and looked over: "Aren't you hungry?"
The tone is cold and hard, obviously still caring about the indifference of the woman in the morning.
Allowing him to sing with a pale face and blushing face, Shen Hun didn't even raise his eyelids, closed the last file and put it in the stack, and then slowly said: "The files are all sorted out, and Yan always went through the trouble. "
"It's sorted out?!" Strict couldn't help laughing out loud, then constricted quickly, and said coldly: "I have no time to joke with you now.
"Just right, I'm not free."
Shen Hou turned sideways and let out his position.
Rigorous only then saw the full picture of the corner, and the documents that were originally messy and scattered are now coded into three stacks, high and low, with distinct levels.
Shen Hou: "From left to right, there are project contracts, various reports, and work summaries handed in by the department. They are all sorted and sorted according to your requirements."
The man moved his lips, but failed to make a sound, his brows frowned.
"President Yan, please—"
Shen Hou raised his hand and made a request, seemingly humble, but in reality it was ostentatious.
Strictly sneered and walked over, he wanted to see how Shen Hou sorted out hundreds of messy documents in a day and a half.
A quarter of an hour later.
"How did you do it?" The man's face sank as water, and finally realized the truth.
The cynicism in his eyes was replaced by suspicion, and the gaze that looked at Shen Hou was cautious and scrutinized, as if he had reacquainted the woman in front of him.
"It's very simple. The document number of the project contract starts with 101, and the report type is 123. As for the work summary, it is even simpler, there is no number."
These are the rules that Shen Hou summed up after reading the contents of the file yesterday. Today, he only needs to classify them according to the serial number.
"What, Mr. Yan doesn't know?"
"..."
The rigor is really not clear.
He usually only looks at the content, and then is responsible for signing. As for the serial number, he really didn't pay attention.
Shen Wei took a copy from the stack of reports and handed it to the man: "This is the global income report for videos from last year. It records in detail the copyright income of the series provided by Onion Video in countries around the world. May I ask you strictly? In total, can the 40% share be honored?"
"Shen Hou, you can really!" The man gritted his teeth.
"thank you."
"..."
Strict and expressionless: "I need time on my side. Forty percent is not a small amount."
"How long?" Shen Hou raised his eyes, doing business.
"three… "
"Tomorrow," Shen Hou interrupted him, "Tomorrow at the latest, I want to see the money arrive."
"you!"
"Then thank Mr. Yan first, and see you later." After speaking, he nodded slightly and turned to leave.
There is no opportunity for Strict to speak at all.
Shen Hun left the Guangyin Building, ordered a rental car, and went straight back to the hotel to start packing.
As soon as the money arrives tomorrow, she will return to Ningcheng.
Pick up the phone and call Quan Hanting—
"Sorry, the call you dialed has been turned off, please wait..."
Shut down
Shen Hou raised his eyebrows.
At the same time, on a private helicopter flying to Hong Kong Island, Quan Hanting was looking through his rigorous personal information.
From the date of birth, to height and weight, everything is available.
just…
"Why is his education missing four years?"
Directly from high school to master's degree, there is no record of undergraduate.
Chu Yujiang: "He has been ill for four years, but he didn't go to university."
"Are there any other records in the past four years?"
"...I haven't found it yet."
The dark light flashed across Quan Hanting's eyes, and it was fleeting.
…
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Knocking!
Without waiting for rigorous speaking, the door of the office was hurriedly pushed open, and the secretary strode inside with a slightly panicked expression.
"Yan! The one with the surname Quan is here!"
Let him blurt out the name "Yan", thinking that things are not trivial, after listening to the second half of the sentence, it is more than trivial, it is simply troublesome.
However, he smiled clearly, not surprisingly, as if he had expected the other party to come.
"What is it? The distinguished guest comes to the door, and I will meet him personally."
"No need—" Just after Yan Jing finished speaking, a low voice followed one after another.
Quan Hanting stepped inside, followed by Chu Yujiang, step by step, every move, showing the hegemony aura.
The black eyes are faint, like two bottomless whirlpools, it seems that one glance from a distance can suck the human soul in.
Strictly got up, walked around the desk, and greeted him with a smile: "Six masters are coming here, if you miss a far, please forgive me."
The secretary retreated behind strict.
The big guy made a move, he didn't move forward with this little character, lest he would become cannon fodder, and he would die.
Quan Hanting glanced coldly, and suddenly a touch of evil flashed: "Should I call you rigorous, or Yan Jin? The leader of the blood prison, the target of the Mobo Xun must kill order."
"Sure enough," the rigorous smile gradually sank, without the slightest panic or astonishment being pierced, "I have concealed it from the people of the world, and I cannot hide it from Liu Ye's fiery eyes."
"You brought me here just to flatter you?" Quan Hanting seemed to smile.
Raise eyebrows rigorously.
"Where does this start?"
"Since the skylight has been opened, why hide and tuck it anymore? You sent the photos to encourage me to visit Hong Kong Island?"