Chapter 3 Meeting Zhang Minglang's surname is Zhang, the Zhang of Chairman Zhang. ...

Good morning, Secretary Tang.

"Good morning." Tang Yi nodded and smiled in response, walking steadily forward in her black stilettos.

The hem of the dusty gray suit jacket lifted slightly with each step, and the slit in the hem of the pencil skirt revealed glimpses of her fair thighs.

No one would have guessed that after removing that neat employee badge, the cool and aloof bartender leaning against the bar counter under the dim lights of Heaven would be her.

She walked into the secretariat and had just put down her bag when her colleague Tang Jiaxin popped her head up from the computer and couldn't help but gossip: "Secretary Tang, did Chairman Zhang not approve your application yesterday afternoon? You were gone for so long, Li Da and I had already left work and you still hadn't come back."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi turned her head and replied with a smile, "It's nothing."

Before Tang Jiaxin could say anything more, Li Da rushed in, panting, and asked, "Oh my god, I had insomnia last night and almost missed work this morning! Has President Lin arrived yet?"

"President Lin didn't come today either," Tang Jiaxin glanced at the empty office behind Tang Yi and asked in confusion, "Is he on vacation?"

Tang Yi followed her gaze, weighed the pros and cons in her mind, and decided to tell the truth: "President Lin has been transferred to a branch office."

"Huh??" This sentence was like a depth charge. Not only Tang Jiaxin and Li Da, but almost all the colleagues in the secretariat were in an uproar, staring at Tang Yi in shock.

However, according to gossip, after dropping the bombshell, the person involved picked up a ceramic cup, turned around and went to the coffee machine to focus on finding coffee beans, leaving a group of colleagues led by Li Da to talk enthusiastically.

"What's going on? Is it because President Lin is getting old?"

"Are you kidding me! With President Lin's health, he can't work for another five years!"

"Come on, Liu Zhang, stop flattering me. President Lin isn't here, he can't hear you!"

The colleagues booed, exchanged glances, and the scene suddenly became much quieter.

Everyone had their own agenda, and only someone as outspoken as Tang Jiaxin dared to bluntly expose this unspoken truth.

Tang Yi naturally heard Tang Jiaxin's words. She walked into the crowd with her coffee cup and said seriously, "Don't speculate, everything is subject to the company's announcement."

Upon hearing this, the crowd dispersed, with only Liu Zhang secretly rolling his eyes and muttering a few words.

He and Tang Yi joined the company around the same time, but he can still only do clerical work, so he has always been at odds with Tang Yi.

Tang Yi could naturally sense the other party's hostility, but she couldn't be bothered to even glance at them.

Why waste your energy on intangible things? No one can please everyone.

Tang Jiaxin seemed to realize that she had said something thoughtless again, so she quietly thanked Tang Yi for coming to her rescue, and then buried her head in front of the computer again.

The office was filled with the clatter of keyboards again. Thinking about the new boss taking office today, Tang Yi braced herself, put down her coffee, and walked towards the empty office.

On her way to the company, Tang Yi called the administration department while waiting at a traffic light to request that a cleaning service be sent to thoroughly clean and disinfect the president's office because of the morning rush hour traffic jam.

Just in case, she had to go in and check again. As soon as the office door opened, Tang Yi glanced at it and immediately took out her phone to make a call.

"Xiao Wang, please call the cleaning service again," she said, her sharp gaze sweeping across the office from top to bottom through her glasses. "The books on the bookshelves haven't been cleared out, the potted plants haven't been changed, and the carpet hasn't been dusted."

"Excuse me, Secretary Tang, I haven't noticed that General Manager Lin hasn't been around lately..."

“President Lin’s absence is not an excuse for slacking off at work, especially since I requested it in advance.” Tang Yi interrupted the other person. When it came to work principles, her usual calmness vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

After hanging up the phone, she went into her office and carefully checked the shredder and drawers for any remaining documents. She turned on the humidifier and air conditioner in advance, adjusting the temperature and humidity to the most suitable levels. She also tested the blinds for any damage and checked for any dust residue.

While she was checking, the intercom on the desk outside rang. She quickly went out of the room and answered the call.

"Hello, this is the CEO's office."

"Hello, Ms. Tang, Chairman Zhang wants you to come to his office."

Tang Yixin understood and quickly agreed. After hanging up the phone, she smoothed out the slight wrinkles in her coat, tidied her name tag, and then headed to the board office in her high heels.

"You've arrived," Tang Yi said, pushing open the door after receiving permission. The chairman greeted her with a smile and pointed to the sofa in the reception area, "Please have a seat."

Tang Yi nodded slightly, sat down respectfully, and waited for the chairman's instructions.

"I told you yesterday that the company's soon-to-be new president is my grandson. He'll be here soon, and I've asked him to come and meet you so you can get to know him beforehand."

The chairman picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued, "This kid is not yet thirty. He just came back from the United States a few years ago. We let him stay in the branch office for two years to temper his temperament, but he's still reckless. He was late on his first day!"

Tang Yi sensed no reproach in the old man's tone, and after a few seconds of consideration, she smiled and replied, "It's my first time in City A, so it's normal to get a bit stuck in traffic during rush hour."

"Hmph!" Just as the old man was about to continue speaking, there was a knock on the door, and the chairman's assistant walked in respectfully, saying, "President Zhang is here."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi immediately stood up, her face displaying her usual professional smile. Outside the door, a pair of gleaming pointed leather shoes came into view first, followed by a tall figure in a suit and tie slowly walking in.

"Grandpa." The man raised his head and nodded slightly to the chairman. Tang Yi, who was standing next to him, took two steps back after seeing his face clearly. Her pupils dilated in shock, and she almost lost her smile.

Zhang Minglang?

In an instant, a series of details from yesterday's dinner conversation and the discussion in the board office rushed to her like lightning.

"Minglang's dad and I came to City A this time because this kid was transferred to the head office, and we came along for a trip."

"I told you yesterday that the company's soon-to-be new president is my grandson."

And then there was that nonchalant remark he made in the bar amidst the noise:

"See you tomorrow."

Zhang Minglang's surname is Zhang.

Chairman Zhang's name.

Having worked for many years, even when faced with impromptu meetings or when the wrong meeting location was mistakenly notified during her first year of work, Tang Yi had never felt as helpless as she did at this moment.

Zhang Minglang showed no surprise whatsoever; in fact, his eyes revealed a look of anticipation.

He turned and reached out his hand to Tang Yi, his compass-shaped cufflinks shimmering in the sunlight reflected from the window.

"Nice to meet you, Secretary Tang." Zhang Minglang deliberately emphasized the word "nice to meet you," then stared intently into her eyes through the glasses on her nose, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed her expression with a wicked sense of amusement.

Tang Yi quickly recalled the professional etiquette lingering in her mind, concealing the turbulent emotions in her eyes. Unwilling to be outdone, she raised her head, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering, and met his gaze with neither servility nor arrogance. Her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke clearly:

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"You brat, this is the company, not your home. What are you yelling about!" Chairman Zhang deliberately put on a stern face to reprimand him, and the silent eye-to-eye battle between the two finally subsided.

Zhang Minglang was the first to look away and walk straight to the sofa.

He sat down comfortably, crossed his legs, and casually rested his arms on the back of the sofa before replying unhurriedly, "Okay, Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry about the traffic jam."

"You brat!" Chairman Zhang was furious at the sound of that cocky voice and rushed over to the sofa to pinch him.

Seeing this "harmonious" scene of grandfather and granddaughter, Tang Yi wisely stepped aside.

"Alright, alright, Chairman Zhang, you yourself said this is a company. How can you treat your subordinates like this? And there's a secretary right here." Zhang Minglang remained unmoved on the sofa, as steady as an old dog, and "returned" the same words to the chairman.

Then Chairman Zhang remembered his original purpose in calling the two of them to his office.

He cleared his throat, regained his dignified demeanor, and said to Zhang Minglang in a deep voice, "I called you here today so that you could meet Secretary Tang."

Tang Yi stood to the side, and upon hearing this, smiled and nodded at Chairman Zhang.

"Secretary Tang worked as an assistant to the general manager at the B City branch and headquarters for several years, always following General Manager Lin. She is calm and collected in her work, much better than you! Now I'm assigning her to you, so she can keep an eye on you for me and prevent you from acting recklessly and causing trouble, or offending those senior staff."

After giving these instructions, Chairman Zhang stared at his grandson, who was sitting there behaving improperly, and his temper was about to flare up again.

"Thank you for your kind words, Chairman Zhang," Tang Yi quickly spoke up to defuse the awkward atmosphere, sensing that something was amiss. "I will do my best to adapt to Chairman Zhang's work habits and ensure the company's steady operation and further progress."

Chairman Zhang could no longer lose his temper, and his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

This kid has been unruly and rebellious since childhood, with a very strong backbone. During his two years at the branch office, he used drastic and ruthless methods, which were indeed very effective and generated a lot of profits for the branch office. However, due to his overly aggressive approach, he offended many people, both openly and secretly.

The reason for transferring him to headquarters this time is twofold: firstly, it would be more reassuring to keep him under my watchful eye; secondly, I had already conducted background checks on Secretary Tang's personality and work ability, and I expected that he could bring her a lot of work benefits, and it would be less likely for her to have any romantic relationships with him.

"Then it will be a pleasure to cooperate, Secretary Tang." Zhang Minglang finally straightened up and put his legs down, but his eyes were not at ease, staring intently at the seemingly serious woman in front of him.

Tang Yi seemed oblivious to the other party's offense and probing, simply smiling professionally.

This woman is quite composed.

Zhang Minglang realized that the old man had found the right informant.

She's definitely a tough one.

"Now that you've met, exchange contact information, and then have Secretary Tang show you around the office to familiarize yourself with the environment," Chairman Zhang said, seeing that he had given the instructions.

Almost simultaneously, the two thought of yesterday's events, exchanged a glance, and reached an inexplicable consensus, deciding to put on a show. Tang Yi stepped forward first and said, "Let me sweep you."

Zhang Minglang had an idea. He swiped his long fingers across the screen a few times and then obediently placed his phone in Tang Yi's QR code scanning box.

However, the screen did not display a QR code, but rather the chat page between Tang Yi and him after Tang Yi deleted him as a friend last night. His reply, "?", and the red exclamation mark immediately following it were clearly visible.

Tang Yi stared intently, her heart sank, and she suddenly looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she met Zhang Minglang's unfathomable gaze.

over.

I've forgotten about it.

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