A white jade porcelain vase had already made his heart bleed, if there was another inkstone, he would vomit old blood and die here!
Jia Yi couldn't laugh at all, how could he dare to stand in front of Nian Xiaomu, staring at the inkstone in her hand.
"Vice President Nian, if you have something to talk about, you put it down first, and we can talk about it if we have anything to do!"
It's important that his baby doesn't break.
"I've finished what I want to say, what else would Manager Jia want to say?" Nian Xiaomu took the inkstone in his hand, and tossed it from left to right, having a great time.
Jia Yi was almost played to death by her.
Seeing that the inkstone in her hand almost fell several times, her heart jumped into her throat instantly.
Knowing that Nian Xiaomu wanted the data of the No. 3 project, she quickly asked her to calm down.
"I will get someone to complete the data as soon as possible, and all the information will be sent to your office."
"This afternoon? Huh?" Nian Xiaomu said, and threw the inkstone in his hand from his right hand to his left.
Her left hand was still injured, and it was pulled to her shoulder. She didn't use any strength at once, and the inkstone just fell straight to the ground.
Knocked off a corner.
"My inkstone!" Jia Yi's wail was heart-piercing and sincere.
Picking up the inkstone from the ground, just as he was about to get angry, he realized that when he lowered his head to pick up the inkstone, Nian Xiaomu also picked up the last antique on his bookshelf.
Jia Yi seemed to have a broken nerve in his brain.
His eyes stared blankly at the folding fan in her hand. The inscription on this fan was an authentic work by a famous artist. He bought it at a huge price, and it was his favorite!
It is also the most expensive of all collections!
Nian Xiaomu took the fan in his hand, opened it and glanced at it, then smiled innocently.
"The writing on this fan is so beautiful, people who don't know it will think it's the real thing!"
Jia Yi: "..." That's true!
Seeing that his most precious fan was in Nian Xiaomu's hand, Jia Yi didn't even dare to breathe, and opened his mouth.
"Vice President Nian, don't worry, I will call my colleagues in the marketing department right now and ask them to send you all the data needed for Project No. 3 before they get off work in the afternoon, and there will be no missing figures!"
"Then thank you, Manager Jia." Nian Xiaomu said with a smile as he closed the folding fan in his hand.
Jia Yi stared at the fan in her hand for a moment, almost suffocating, "No, no, you're welcome, this is what I should do."
Who said that the new vice president is just a slut, easy to deal with
This is simply an ancestor!
Before he could give Nian Xiaomu a blow, he was about to be out of breath by Nian Xiaomu, and passed away...
He didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he called as soon as he said to call, and asked the people from the marketing department to sort it out and send it to Nian Xiaomu's office.
Hanging up the phone, he looked at Nian Xiaomu flatteringly.
"Vice President Nian, I have followed your orders. I don't know if you have anything else to do..."
It is easy to ask God to send God away, Jia Yi is now begging Nian Xiaomu to go quickly.
Nian Xiaomu didn't have time to waste time with him, so she nodded in satisfaction and walked out.
Just a few steps forward, Jia Yi has already shouted anxiously, "Fan!"
"...Look at my pig brain, I almost forgot about this."
Nian Xiaomu paused, as if she suddenly realized that she was still holding his folding fan in her hand, and turned around, "Here you are."
With a wave of his hand, he threw the fan out.