Chapter 41 Mr. Meng?

Early morning, Room 2202.

Fan Shengmei went to Andy's house early in the morning to prepare breakfast and notes, then returned to 2202 and went straight to her bedroom to change clothes.

bite--

As she opened the wardrobe, her phone screen lit up with a message from Meng Yanchen:

【Good morning. 】

Fan Shengmei took a look, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, her eyes unconsciously moving towards the Brink bag that was flashing a dazzling light.

She stared at it for a few seconds and suddenly thought it looked like a colorful peacock.

garish!

She grabbed the blanket beside her and covered herself with it.

In the elevator, Meng Yanchen looked at his phone again, frowning slightly.

That lonely "Good morning" didn't get any response.

Qin Yu secretly observed his boss from the side. This was the Nth time he had looked at his phone since he got in the car.

He carefully took out his cell phone and confirmed Meng Yanchen's schedule for the day - there were no additional arrangements at the last minute.

He hesitated for a moment, but out of consideration for his own golden rice bowl, he still asked,

"Mr. Meng, is there any important call today that I need to confirm in advance?"

Meng Yanchen raised his eyes to look at him.

"Um?"

Qin Yu smiled awkwardly, "I see you've been looking at your phone..."

Meng Yanchen glanced at him coldly, "It's okay."

bite--

The phone suddenly rang with a WeChat notification sound, and Meng Yanchen immediately looked down to check——

It's not his phone.

Qin Yu awkwardly took out his phone and said with a wry smile,

"Sorry, Mr. Meng, it's my phone. My girlfriend asked if I had breakfast?"

Meng Yanchen, "......"

He took a shallow breath, adjusted his glasses, and said in a cold voice,

"Don't deal with personal matters during working hours."

Qin Yu, "Yes, Mr. Meng."

Then I secretly replied to my girlfriend.

[The boss is in a bad mood today, let's talk about it when we get home.]

The other party replied immediately: [Ah? Broken heart? ]

After Meng Yanchen finished his morning meeting, the first thing he did was pick up his phone.

Fan Shengmei still didn't reply.

He frowned and sent another message: [Have you arrived at the company? ]

This time, the other party replied quickly:

[It's here. Today is Monday, so I have a lot of work to do. Thank you, Mr. Meng, for your concern.]

Meng Yanchen stared at the screen, his eyes fixed on the last few words -

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, for your concern."

He swiped up the chat history.

Last night at 23:07: [Meng Yanchen, I feel like your hairpin brought me good luck]

This morning at 10:42: [Thank you Mr. Meng for your concern]

The eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Meng?"

He chewed on these two words over and over again, his eyes dim and unclear.

Meng Yanchen stood up, grabbed his suit jacket and walked out.

"Qin Yu, come with me to Dexian Investment."

Qin Yu was stunned, "Ah? Yes!"

【Investment at leisure time】

Fan Shengmei had just hung up a call with a client when department manager Yang Jian came over angrily and slammed a plan on her desk.

"Fan Shengmei! Why doesn't this plan include 'Jinding Financial Management'?"

Fan Shengmei looked up and said calmly, "The client is 57 years old, with a monthly income of 8,000 yuan. His son just got married, so he has 200,000 yuan in pension money."

She pushed the document back. "The lockup period for the Golden Tripod is five years. If you redeem it early, you'll lose the principal. How do you expect him to cope with this? I've analyzed the pros and cons for the client, and he agrees with my plan."

Yang Jian scoffed. "You're giving him an analysis? Who do you think you are? You're giving him an analysis. You only need to tell him about the profit. Who told you to talk about anything else? Do you know how high the commission is for this product? If the entire team fails to meet the performance target, will you be responsible? Are you here to do charity?"

Fan Shengmei frowned: "Manager Yang, customers put their money in our hands and trust us. We must live up to this trust."

"trust?"

Yang Jian sneered, "You're still renting a house at your age, and you can't even find a decent man. What kind of trust are you talking about with me?"

Fan Shengmei was already upset, and now her anger was escalating.

"Yang Jian, let's just talk about work. My rented apartment is none of your business. How dare you, a grown man, make personal attacks in the office?"

"Why? Did it hit a sore spot?"

Yang Jian became more and more arrogant. "Everyone, come and see, those who don't work hard to negotiate with customers will only be able to rent a house and live like a country bumpkin from outside for the rest of their lives!"

Fan Shengmei stood up suddenly, and her chair hit the workstation behind her with a bang.

"That's better than your consistently poor performance year after year. Everyone knows how you got the position of team leader. Connections!"

Yang Jian didn't expect her to dare to contradict him, his face darkened, and he raised his hand to push her.

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?! Do you believe I'll make sure you don't stay in this company anymore?!"

Yang Jian raised his hand high, and the slap was about to fall. Meng Yanchen was reaching out to stop him, but Fan Shengmei reacted faster. She grabbed Yang Jian's wrist with her backhand and slapped him again loudly.

Bang!

The crisp sound of slaps echoed throughout the office.

Meng Yanchen withdrew his "heroic rescue" on the spot. His outstretched hand was suspended in the air. He retracted it, adjusted his glasses, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

Everyone was stunned, including Meng Yanchen who was standing behind her.

Yang Jian covered his face in disbelief.

"How dare you hit me?!"

"I'm going to hit you!"

Fan Shengmei dusted off her hands and sneered, "Idiot!"

"What are you doing?!"

General Manager Chen Ming came out of the office and his face changed immediately when he saw Meng Yanchen standing at the door.

"M-Boss Meng?!"

He trotted over to meet her. "Why did you come up here in person? I was about to go down and pick you up!"

Mr. Meng?

Fan Shengmei's heart tightened and she subconsciously turned around. Meng Yanchen was standing behind her, looking at her with a smile.

Meng Yanchen quickly glanced at Yang Jian who had just caused trouble. His tone was calm, but every word was as sharp as a knife.

"If you hadn't come earlier, how would you have known that your company still had such an employee?"

He said calmly, "For the sake of performance, they disregarded the clients' risk tolerance and forced bundled sales."

He looked at Chen Ming and said, "It seems that we need to be cautious in our cooperation."

Chen Ming's forehead was covered with sweat. "It's a misunderstanding! It's purely a personal behavior!"

He turned and pointed at Yang Jian, "You're fired! Go to the finance department and settle your accounts now!"

Yang Jian was dumbfounded, "Mr. Chen, I..."

"roll!"

After Yang Jian left in disgrace, Chen Ming invited Meng Yanchen into the office with an apologetic smile.

The office area exploded instantly.

"Fuck! Sister Fan, you're so cool!"

"That grandson of Yang Jian should have been dealt with long ago!"

"By the way, was that Meng Yanchen from Guokun? Why did he come to our company?"

"Our company is going to take over Guokun's business?!"

Fan Shengmei stood there, watching Meng Yanchen's back disappear at the door of the general manager's office, her heart still beating fast.

Did he see it all?

Seeing her arguing with someone, seeing her slapping someone, and seeing what Yang Jian said...

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Don't let your imagination run wild and daydream."

She pinched her palm hard and turned on the computer.

"Men are unreliable. Think about your bank card balance. It's better to negotiate two more deals!"

So, she shook her hair, sat back at her workstation, picked up the phone, and dialed the next customer with a bright smile:

"Hello, Mr. Li, I'm Fan Shengmei from Dexian Investment. I've already prepared the financial plan you asked me about last time..."

In the general manager's office, Meng Yanchen sat on the sofa, his eyes falling through the gap in the blinds on the figure who was making a phone call, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

Chen Ming made tea for Meng Yanchen and asked cautiously,

"Mr. Meng, the cooperation you just mentioned on the phone..."