Song Yuanchao was sneaking off to the young lady's room when he turned a corner in the corridor and was met by Secretary An.
The two bumped into each other, startling each other.
As the head of the bodyguard team, Song Yuanchao naturally had to ask Secretary An about her schedule: "You just came back from outside. What did you go out to do?"
Secretary An opened a folder and said, "I learned from the sales clerk in the merchandise department that their products are exclusively supplied by a state-owned foreign trade company. However, like other departments, the merchandise department can obtain all our travel itinerary reports. Then I had General Manager Liang check, and sure enough..."
Song Yuanchao understood, but was not entirely surprised: "The legal representative of the state-owned foreign trade company is Wang Meng."
Secretary An said, "Moreover, that foreign trade company monopolizes the supply of goods to all foreign-related hotels in the capital."
Song Yuanchao, having always been in the military, understood but still found it unbelievable: "So whenever it involves foreign affairs receptions, Wang Meng can get all the information about the guests from the company. In other words, he knew we were here when we checked in."
At the time, he pointed his finger into the eyes of the comrade who was Wang Meng's driver at the military museum. Within the military, that was an extremely severe punishment, meaning that it was an indication that the comrade was an enemy agent or a spy, and Wang Meng would definitely dismiss him.
The comrade didn't say a word, but tears streamed down his face.
So he didn't actually report to Wang Meng, right? It was Song Yuanchao who misunderstood him.
When Song Yuanchao shot and killed his comrade who was fighting alongside Cheung Tze-keung, he felt very sad and uncomfortable.
He felt even more uncomfortable because he had misunderstood his comrade.
However, Wang Meng, who had only served a few years in the army, was able to drive an illegally obtained military vehicle around town, exploit loopholes to obtain government secrets, and use this to make a fortune in business, which made Song Yuanchao extremely uncomfortable.
Even if he eventually chooses to retire and go into business with Chen Rou, he still can't stand it.
Taking the documents, he said, "Anjie, you should get some rest. I'll report these things to Captain Chen tomorrow."
He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to go see the young lady, but just as he was about to enter, Secretary An patted him on the shoulder and handed him something.
By the time Song Yuanchao realized it was a box of small umbrellas, Secretary An had already entered the room.
He was startled, as if he were holding a hot potato.
But in fact, Secretary An was much more experienced than him in this regard, and they were old colleagues. She gave Song Yuanchao some advice: "Brother Song, remember, our boss is extremely suspicious. You can date, but don't go into business with Miss Song."
If Song Yuanchao really wants to do business, he should do it alone, not by dragging Nie Han into it.
Because when he started doing that, Nie Han would inevitably have selfish motives, no longer caring about the Nie family as a whole, but only about her own small family. However, her small family does not bear the Nie surname, and given Nie Zhao's selfishness, he would certainly not feel comfortable about it.
By the way, he hesitated for a long time after getting off work, and it was already 11 p.m.
After a fierce internal struggle, he decided to return to his room and text the young lady, telling her about his future plans. Even if he really wanted to pursue her, he would have to wait until after 1997, when he had his own career. He was ten years older than Nie Han, and he couldn't do anything sneaky or irresponsible. He couldn't go anymore.
But as soon as he opened the dormitory door, he saw Nie Han sitting at his desk, flipping through his documents.
Song Yuanchao had almost finished editing the text message and was just about to send it when he saw Nie Han rushing over with a smile. He was quite puzzled, wondering what she was laughing at and what she was looking at. But when he looked down, he was filled with despair because he was holding the small umbrella that An Jie had given him.
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Although he bowed his head and was humble enough, external factors interfered, and there was nothing he could do but accept his fate.
He was at ease. Since Yue Zhongqi had nothing to do today and had borrowed a car, he planned to take the old man on a tour of the capital, to see the Forbidden City and the National Museum, and to appreciate the magnificent history of the motherland.
But since A Yuan hadn't left, he couldn't bear to set off.
Today, A Yuan should logically be wearing his suit jacket.
Those were all measured by his father himself, and they were specific mini sizes from Burberry. He'll grow too tall in a few months to wear them, so if he doesn't wear them today, he probably won't have the chance to wear them again.
But he refused. From the moment he woke up in the morning, no matter what clothes the nanny dressed him in, he would tear them off.
Moreover, once he arrived in the capital, he suddenly became mischievous. From the moment he got up, he would ride his little tricycle, wiggling his feet and then leaping up, rushing from the reception room to the living room and then to the dining room, all the way into the bedroom, pouting to himself. He would even drape his little camouflage uniform over the handlebars, his main goal being to not eat properly, not drink milk properly, and certainly not wear clothes; he just wanted to play.
Grandpa Er watched the little guy running around and said with a smile, "Let him wear whatever he wants, what does it matter?"
Chen Rou and Chen Ke were chatting in the bedroom. She shared the same opinion, so she told the nanny, "Whatever, Yuan."
A-Yuan doesn't want to wear a suit because his bodyguards wear suits with guns tucked inside.
But Chen Ke and his group were different; their camouflage uniforms had belts, and their guns were clipped to the outside.
Kids like things that can be displayed outside.
The nanny had no choice but to listen to the wife and let A-Yuan change into his little green military uniform.
They need to arrive by 11 o'clock, have lunch and then dinner, and then pack up and leave.
But when Secretary An came in, she immediately thought it wouldn't work. Ah Yuan had gone there to take a photo with the old leader, but he was wearing camouflage. When the photo came out, who knew that he was the son of the richest man? Moreover, the implication was too obvious, which was inappropriate.
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