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Chapter 631 Extra - Financial Support
“But we can’t be too close either,” Chen Song argued confidently. “Being too close makes it easy to be enslaved.”
Chen Ci: "...Fine, you're right."
Chen Song smiled and said, "I chose this new Yaju residential complex after careful consideration. It is the most suitable in terms of cost-effectiveness and all the conditions I required."
"I spent the whole night in the lab last night, and now I just want to sleep. Why don't you let my brother come with you?"
"Your brother doesn't have time."
Chen Song persuaded, "Just come with me. I'm already downstairs at your place. It'll only take you two hours."
Chen Ci thought for a moment: "I have a project here that needs financial support..."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll give you whatever you want, however much you want." Chen Song said boldly, "I can make the decision on this."
Five million.
"Okay, I'll have the finance department transfer it to you right now."
"Okay, wait for me for ten minutes."
Chen Ci picked up the Xuan paper on the table and put it in a basket. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and then went downstairs.
...
Fang Tong waited in the car for about ten minutes before Ye Zhiyuan returned, carrying a shopping bag.
He opened the car door and got in, handing the bag in his hand to Fang Tong: "I bought you a pair of slippers."
Fang Tong hesitated for a moment and didn't take it: "No need, Chairman Ye, I have my own shoes."
Ye Zhiyuan insisted: "Your feet might start to swell this afternoon. Are you going to go barefoot if you don't wear slippers?"
He made a lot of sense, so Fang Tong could only take the shoes and thank him, saying, "Thank you, Chairman Ye. How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."
"You're too kind," Ye Zhiyuan smiled. "Even if you were just an ordinary employee, I couldn't just ignore you when I saw you injured, especially since you are..."
He paused for a moment: "You were introduced by Mrs. Ren."
Fang Tong finally felt a little better.
That's right.
She was introduced by Mrs. Ren, which is why Ye Zhiyuan took extra care of her.
...
The car drove all the way to the Yaju sales office, and Fang Tong changed her shoes along the way.
The moment her feet were freed, she felt a pang of sadness, and for no apparent reason, she thought of the sneakers Chen Ci had bought for her.
"I won't need to wear high heels to and from get off work anymore."
Ye Zhiyuan said, "We'll have to change our company's rules and regulations later. It's too dangerous for girls to wear such high heels."
Fang Tong smiled and said, "Chairman Ye, you really do care about your employees."
Ye Zhiyuan scratched his head, thinking to himself, "I just wanted to make your work more comfortable."
The car stopped in front of the sales office, and before Ye Zhiyuan could get out to pick up Fang Tong, the receptionist ran out.
"Fang Tong, are you alright?"
Fang Tong shook her head: "It's nothing, thank you for your help."
"Don't mention it." The receptionist greeted Ye Zhiyuan and took Fang Tong away.
Watching her limp into the sales office, Ye Zhiyuan immediately made a call to the administration department, instructing them to issue a notice canceling the requirement regarding the heel size of high heels for female employees at the sales office.
Although the administrators found it inexplicable, they still agreed.
Ye Zhiyuan then drove away to the group's headquarters.
Fang Tong returned to the training room, where the receptionist busied herself getting ice packs and towels for her to apply cold compresses: "You sprained your ankle, why didn't you ask for leave and go home? Anyway, Old Chen isn't here today."
"Brother Chen has a group of clients coming over and asked me to handle their reception."
"I can arrange for someone else to pick you up."
"It's nothing," Fang Tong laughed. "It's just a sprained ankle. What tough woman who wears high heels hasn't sprained her ankle before?"
The receptionist gave her a reproachful look: "I always feel like you're a workaholic, I don't know why you're so competitive with yourself."