A few days later, it was late August.
On the streets of the city at night, there are stars and lights in front.
"Buzz—" The phone twirled in the handbag, followed by a string of ringtones.
Song Qiyue was driving. While holding the steering wheel, she found the phone in her bag and glanced at the call reminder displayed on the screen. She frowned slightly and pressed the speaker to answer, "Big Brother."
It was Song Lianheng who called, "How are you doing recently?"
"Not bad." Rarely, the opening remarks were not about official affairs but about recent developments, Song Qiyue responded, "Wuzhou has been very busy these days, and there have been a lot of entertainment, hey, it's a rare day to take a rest, and I have to be arrested for overtime... "
She was talking about life trivial matters here, but Song Lianheng was impatient, he interrupted her, "July, how about the things I left for you?"
Song Qiyue immediately accepted the chatterbox, knowing that he would not be so kind and just come to greet herself.
"There is not a single stroke of the eight characters." Song Qiyue replied.
"The progress is too slow!" Song Lianheng was already dissatisfied with her progress, "It's already August, and we will bid next month. You don't have much time!"
It is not clear where Song Qiyue would be, but Mr. Mo is also working on this project these days.
"I know, I will get what you want as soon as possible." Song Qiyue was driving the car and let the car behind him jump in the line without paying attention. She exploded, "Damn!"
Song Lianheng couldn't listen to these vulgar words, he reminded, "July, you are a girl!"
"Yes, yes, am I driving? I was overtaken by someone behind me accidentally."
"I'm hanging up, you drive and pay attention."
"alright, bye."
The car stopped at a red light ahead, Song Qiyue turned her head and glanced at her handbag.
In the inner layer where the zipper was opened, a delicate gift box was vaguely visible. Song Qiyue picked it up and played with it, then threw it back.
When the car arrived at the gate of Mo's residence, the guard looked around.
"Hi." The car window lowered, and Song Qiyue greeted him.
"Miss Song!" The guard saw that it was her, and quickly let go.
After stopping the car, Song Qiyue stepped on high heels and walked upstairs to the mansion, "Zheng Yan is in the study?"
"Yes, Miss Song." The butler replied.
The spacious study room is very simple. It is European-style furniture. Mo Zhengyan is sitting in that side of the world, facing the laptop screen.
Song Qiyue ran over, and she blindfolded him from behind, "Guess who I am!"
"July."
"Who asked you to guess me? I have a gift for you, guess what." Song Qiyue smiled.
"As long as you send it, I like it." He took her hand down.
"Really?" She took the gift out from behind and placed it in front of him, "Open it and take a look."
Mo Zhengyan opened the gift box, and a delicate tie was embedded in the velvet cloth. He picked up the tie clip and looked at it. The pattern was engraved with the eyes of an eagle, which was very unique.
Song Qiyue pointed to the amber eagle eye and said, "It is the eye of the goshawk. You will use it tomorrow and I will check it. You must use it this time, otherwise, I will really ignore you. "
...
The next day, a crowd of people were seated in the meeting room on the top floor of the Mohs Building.
Headed by the group general manager Mo Zhengyan, the project leader Chu Xiaoxin, and the secretary Qian Jue and others.
Today’s meeting is about the undersea tunnel project.
Mo Zhengyan sat on his head. He looked at the crowd with warmth. Black and white were his usual colors, but today, he wore a tie clip on the tie in front of his shirt.
Everyone has noticed, just because the tie clip is very special and rare.
It is the eagle eye of a goshawk.