Su Yun: "Isn't it a bit of a waste of your talent to have you work as a staff member at the reception desk?"
After all, he got full marks in all subjects.
Su Ce: "They are willing to pay more than 10,000 a month to the front desk, but I don't mind."
Su Yun sighed softly, "Then do it for three months, we won't suffer this injustice."
That night, Su Ce made a phone call: "Did the company hire a new girl named Su Ying?"
"Dear boss, I am your professional manager, not a clerk in the HR department. The fact that you just hired a small employee is not something I, as the general manager, would worry about."
"Then check it out. I'll give you three minutes."
There was a grumble from the other end, and within three minutes, the phone rang again: "She was just hired yesterday, in the engineering and technology department, eh? Your last name is Su, and hers is also Su. Are they your relatives? Do you need me to give them special care?"
Su Ce said indifferently: "No, just treat it normally."
"Boss, why are you calling me so late at night?"
"Just asking."
May came, and Haicheng was covered with green trees and had a suitable climate in the early summer. Wen Qiao went to the countryside. Song Yu had practiced equestrianism very well. Wen Qiao looked up the historical results of Macau equestrian competitions in previous years, and calculated the time for Song Yu with a watch. He felt that she had a good chance of winning the championship.
"Qiao Qiao, you picked a good horse. The God of War is amazing. It seems to have spirituality."
Wen Qiao patted the God of War's head and said, "I hope you won't be stage-frightened when you get to the competition in Oma."
The God of War is even more obedient under Wen Qiao than under Song Yu.
Sure enough, it looked like it understood human nature and knew who its owner was.
"We will have to airlift it to Macau in two days. We will go there a few days in advance so that it can adapt to the local climate and environment. It will not suffer from acclimatization or something."
"Well, I'll arrange it."
In the evening, Wen Qiao was flipping through an equestrian magazine at Fu Nanli's residence and mentioned to him: "I'm going to Macau next week."
"What to do?"
"I bought a horse from that bankrupt racecourse before. I said I would send it to a race. There is a horse race in Macau next week and I have already registered for it."
Fu Nanli then remembered that this was indeed the case: "Did I tell you about this?"
"What?"
"The old man's first hobby is golf, and his second hobby is horse racing."
Wen Qiao: "... You really didn't tell me that I would have to meet him on the court again."
Fu Nanli smiled slightly: "It's very likely."
Wen Qiao had a headache: "He will probably think that I am participating in this sport just to please him, right?"
"Whatever he thinks, I'll fly to Macau with you next week."
So, when Fu Huaiyong flew to Macau on the Fu family's private plane, his grandson and Wen Qiaozheng flew to Macau together on a civil aviation plane.
Before the plane took off, Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were sitting in the business class seats when they saw the small door of the cockpit in front of them open. The captain and co-pilot, both wearing captain uniforms, walked up to Fu Nanli and greeted him.
He is the star pilot of Dongchuan Airlines. It is such an honor to fly on their plane.
Even the two pilots in their early forties took out their cell phones and asked the flight attendant to take a photo of them.
After the captains took the group photo, the chief flight attendant and several stewardesses also wanted to take a group photo hesitantly.
Fu Nanli was already a little impatient. Why was he so unprofessional
(End of this chapter)