Cen Sen just laughed casually and didn't pay much attention. He was busy with work, and when he came out of Mingshui, all his family and private affairs were left behind, not to mention reflecting on his words and deeds and taking care of that young lady.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a lot of traffic near the CBD of the imperial capital. The wind blew hot air, and the sun was shining brightly.
At work hours after the lunch break, most of the white-collar workers walk back to the company in groups of threes and twos with paper coffee cups in their hands.
Today is Friday, everyone is talking and laughing, and the state is relaxed. Only two girls who were working in Junyi received the group notification, and their gossiping and gossiping expressions suddenly disappeared, and they hurried to the company.
"Why so fast, doesn't it mean that you may not come today?"
"Who knows, if I can understand the minds of these people, then I'll just buy stocks blindly. That's fine, hurry up."
The Junyi headquarters has two connected buildings near the financial center. It is a geometric split-level structure, standing tall and eye-catching.
The building to the east is Junyi Huazhang, the most representative luxury hotel under Junyi, and the other building is the office building of the group headquarters.
At 2:15, the usually empty lobby on the first floor of the office building was full of company management, with ranks ranging from low to high and from outside to inside in two neat rows. team leader.
At 2:20, three black cars drove into the porch of the building one by one.
The Cadillac in the front opened the way and stopped in front of the Roman column on the right, and the Bentley in the middle was very domineering and braked directly in the center.
The co-pilot of the Bentley got on and off a young man wearing glasses. He buttoned his suit and walked back, bent slightly, and respectfully opened the rear door.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes focused on the car door, and a sense of tension rose from the soles of their feet for no reason.
The afternoon sun is extremely hot, the road is hot, and the leaves are green and transparent. In the heat and hustle and bustle of summer, there seems to be a kind of distant tranquility that the telephoto lens zooms out slowly.
Cen Sen got out of the car and slowly stood up straight.
He has a clean and clear appearance with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. With his slender and straight figure, he has a natural cold feeling when standing there. Looking at it from afar, young and noble.
Before everyone came back to their senses, the doors of the two cars at the front and rear were also swung open, and three men, three women and six assistants got out. They all wore professional suits and carried briefcases, and followed behind Cen Sen very politely, keeping a distance of about half a meter. distance.
Many high-level officials came to welcome Cen Sen today, but there were also a few old vegetable gangsters who deliberately didn't show up, wanting to show young people the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple colors of this world.
A group of people walked in blankly, and when they entered the elevator, someone suddenly pressed the floor for them.
"Mr. Cen, I'm Mr. Huang's secretary. My surname is Yu. You can just call me Yu. Mr. Huang has been feeling unwell recently and has been recuperating at home, so I couldn't come to pick you up today."
Secretary Yu accompanied him with a smiling face, seemingly thoughtful and attentive, but he stood up straight. The tone is soft, but it's not hard to detect that it's aloof.
"Mr. Huang also specifically explained that I must treat you well. If there is anything you want to see, just let me know."
The air was silent for a moment.
Zhou Jiaheng stood by the side of the elevator, lowered his body slightly, and stretched out his right hand to open the way for Cen Sen.
After Cen Sen entered the elevator, Zhou Jiaheng turned around and said to the secretary: "Mr. Huang is getting old, and it's normal for him to feel unwell. Secretary Yu, please tell Mr. Huang to rest assured that he can grow flowers and plants at home in the future." , the old man doesn't have to worry about the group's affairs."
"Mr. Cen will take over Junyi in an all-round way when he comes back this time. For those who have made great contributions to the group like Mr. Huang, Mr. Cen will do his best to provide him with the best retirement life."
retired life
The secretary didn't respond for a moment.
But after Zhou Jiaheng finished speaking, without waiting for him to answer, he went straight into the elevator, stood behind Cen Sen, and changed the floor to the sixty-eighth floor.
The elevator doors closed slowly, and Cen Sen stood in the middle with a gentle and indifferent expression, and he never gave Secretary Yu the vanguard half a look from the beginning to the end.
A group of people arrived at the chairman's office on the sixty-eighth floor, which had been idle for a long time.
One of the assistants swiftly pasted a temporary nameplate on the door;
Another two assistants worked together to measure and record various data in the office in order to arrange the tables and chairs that Cen Sen likes;
The chief assistant, Zhou Jiaheng, turned on his laptop and sent a notice to all the employees through the company's intranet——
"According to the research and decision of the group leaders, starting from today, Mr. Cen Sen will be transferred from the former director of overseas development department and the president of Junyi Australia Group to the president of Junyi Group. All departments are requested to actively cooperate with the work of Mr. Cen Sen's transfer. Under the leadership of Mr. Junyi, Junyi Group can reach a new level."
The inscribed signature is Cen Yuanchao.
At the same time, the computers in the office area sounded notifications of new emails one after another.
After receiving this notice, the whole company exploded.
"Is Director Cen's health really failing? That one is only twenty-seven, twenty-seven or twenty-eight? He's too young."
After get off work in the evening, a team of Junyi Marketing Department organized a departmental party.
Originally, every weekend, everyone tacitly hopes to return to their private lives. When colleagues meet on the road, it is best to pretend to be strangers and not say hello.
But today, because of Cen Sen's appearance, Junyi's internal affairs are particularly agitated. After get off work, many people meet for a drink and gossip.
"What's wrong with being young? He graduated from Harvard and presided over Sikang's merger and acquisition case at the age of 22. At that time, Deputy Director Liu was very angry at the merger and acquisition case, but he solved it after three times and five divisions. Then Call a Liso."
"I know he's great. Didn't he also start Shuiyunjian? It's just... I feel a bit too young to take over the group directly."
Another female colleague interjected: "I don't think it's a problem of being too young, but a problem of being too handsome. He looks like a celebrity, and I always feel unreliable."
"It's not good to be handsome. Could it be that you are willing to look at Mr. Yu's face every day?"
Yu is always the manager of their marketing department, and his appearance is famous for his stream of consciousness.
There was a roar of laughter in the box, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.
"Then does he have a girlfriend? It's a pity not to have an office romance when he's so handsome." A female colleague joked.
The male colleague snorted, and mercilessly burst the pink bubble that had just risen when he opened his mouth, "Return your girlfriend, you're already married."
"get married?"
"No, why haven't I heard of it?"
"Who is his wife?"
"Marry early at a young age."
Everyone chattered.
The gossip expert contributed the truth, "His wife belongs to Ji's family."
"Which Ji family?"
"Which other Ji's family is there, of course it is the Ji's family from Huadian."
"... Do you know? He actually asked me to kneel three times and kneel nine times to go to the Potala Palace. Can you believe that this is what a man said? I have lived for more than 20 years and have never seen such a man. Praise him, you simply don't know anything about his meanness! What crime did I do in my last life... Cough! Cough cough... "
In the private ginseng soup in Shuiyunjian, Ji Mingshu, who was talked about by the Junyi employees, was wrapping up in a bath towel and complaining crazily. She spoke so fast that she was choked, subconsciously holding down the stone by the pool and coughing continuously.
Gu Kaiyang listened to her insults for a full quarter of an hour, his stomach ached from laughing, and while handing her a tissue, he also pulled a tissue to wipe his tears.
The temperature of the water in the soup pool was just forty degrees, not too hot, but Ji Mingshu was emotional, and felt out of breath after soaking for a while, "No, no more soaking."
She got up, wrapped her body in a dry bath towel, and walked to the pool while pulling her long hair.
Ji Mingshu's private ginseng soup is located in the deepest part of Shuiyunjian Tangchi Garden. A small pavilion was built by the pool, with carved palace lanterns hanging on the eaves and surrounded by ancient screens. During the day, you can see green trees and flowers, and at night, there are misty water mist and warm yellow lights interlaced.
The service staff standing outside the screen heard the movement, those who took bathrobes took bathrobes, and those who handed tea handed tea.
Not long after, Gu Kaiyang also came out. The two went to the shower together, and then chatted and wandered to the spa center.
When passing by the VIP lounge, Gu Kaiyang stopped suddenly, bent his elbow and bumped into Ji Mingshu, and raised his chin to signal, "Jiang Chun."
Ji Mingshu paused, and followed Gu Kaiyang's gaze.
The waiter was serving fruit salad to Jiang Chun, and his slightly bent body blocked most of his sight.
Even so, Jiang Chun also saw the two of them through the gap with sharp eyes, and called them by their names without fear of death, "Ji Mingshu, Gu Kaiyang!"
Ji Mingshu smiled, exchanged glances with Gu Kaiyang tacitly, walked in leisurely with his long legs.
"Miss Jiang, you are a rare visitor."
Ji Mingshu generously sat beside Jiang Chun, crossed his legs sideways, picked up a small silver fork without notice, and picked out a small piece of cucumber from the fruit salad.
Jiang Chun looked Ji Mingshu and Gu Kaiyang's attire up and down, and suddenly remembered something, no wonder she couldn't go unimpeded in the garden with the VIP private soup year card and the Junyi black gold card just now, it turned out that the soup pond belonged to Ji Mingshu.
She also picked up a piece of fruit, and said with a smirk: "Long time no see. I heard that your husband has returned to China. He accompanied Su Cheng to the zero-degree dinner last night and took a picture of a necklace? That necklace is worth 1.2 million dollars." Come on, your husband has lifted it more than four times, that's really generous."
Ji Mingshu said calmly, "There is no way, our Asen has always been more enthusiastic about public welfare undertakings."
Our Assen...
Both Gu Kaiyang and Jiang Chun were numb with goose bumps.
Ji Mingshu smirked regretfully at Jiang Chun again, "It's a pity you didn't go last night, oh yes, why didn't you go last night?"
Jiang Chun's goosebumps shrunk back just now, and his expression froze instantly.
Not long ago, in order to sit in the front row of a certain brand's first show in the imperial capital, Jiang Chun placed an order of more than 4 million yuan without blinking an eye.
Before Kexiu was launched, the brand was boycotted by several fashion industry leaders due to serious plagiarism.
The attitude of the brand side is still very arrogant, indirectly pulling out a melon field, the matter spread and fermented, causing a lot of trouble, and everyone knew it. In the end, the reputation was bad, and the show didn't work.
In fact, people in the fashion industry seldom label plagiarism. Most of them only explain it as popular, classic, and similar ideas.
Jiang Chun was so angry that he called and insulted the brand PR for three consecutive days, but he couldn't return the order he had placed.
Because of this incident, she made a lot of jokes in the circle, and recently she has to keep a low profile and rarely show up in front of people.
Suddenly being poked at the sore spot, Jiang Chun forgot all the newly learned etiquette, biting the fruit with crunching noises, and said blankly, "No time."
Fortunately, at this time, her fiancé Yan sent a message asking where she was, saying that he would come to pick her up for dinner.
Her complexion turned from cloudy to sunny, and she shook her phone at Ji Mingshu, with a childish superiority in her voice, "If Yan wants to pick me up for dinner, I won't accompany you. By the way, why didn't Mr. Cen accompany you today?"
Ji Mingshu had never seen such a loving woman.
She brushed her long hair disapprovingly, revealing the red marks on the side of her neck just right, and said sweetly with her chin in her hand: "He is busy with work, and usually stays with me at night." By the way, she gave Jiang Chun an ambiguous wink.
Jiang Chun: "..."
What a bitch.