Han Chudong took the initiative to ask her father to go out for a walk with the dog, and told him about Qiao Wei and the Moonlight Rabbit Ballroom.

One should be grateful for what one has received, and one should be soft-hearted when receiving something from someone, let alone not keeping a tight control on one's belt.

Any information about Yang Nuanyue was concealed in his words. In his eyes, it was not a trouble, but just an exchange of interests.

"I knew that something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary. It turns out that it is waiting for me here."

Han Yiqiang had a complicated expression. After hesitating for a few seconds, he bluntly reminded him, "Qiao Wei is not a simple woman. She didn't gather Boss Hou's former subordinates, but gathered a group of women around her. She also has unclear relationships with several powerful bosses. She is just a trouble. You don't have to be foolish enough to be used as a gun for a little benefit. When it comes to dealing with people and guessing their thoughts, you are much more inexperienced than me."

"I understand. You're about to be promoted. Think of a solution before you leave.

If you really commit a crime, I can't do anything about it. Just don't deliberately make things difficult for you. Which dance hall or bar has people checking driver's licenses every day? It's obvious who you offended. Someone asked Uncle Song for help to find trouble. You have to do me this small favor, and don't worry about the rest. "

After Han Chudong finished speaking, his father looked strange.

As for the money, that's absolutely impossible. After excluding that, combined with the rumors he had heard, Han Yigun couldn't help but remind him, "That Japanese mixed-race girl, and the white girl he brought home, both are pretty and come from decent families. I warn you, don't be mesmerized by a slutty vixen who's old enough to be your mother. I know you've become so successful now, and your mind has started to become active, but you have to listen to me on this matter."

"…What are you imagining? Qiao Wei and I have nothing to do with each other at all."

"If there's nothing better, why help?"

"Help a friend."

Han Yigun unbuttoned his clothes and let the Alaskan Malamute play by itself. He looked at his beloved son doubtfully and replied, "Okay, I'll talk to Lao Song later. He needs help from me. If I go to the General Administration, the position may be reserved for him. He will definitely be happy to do me a favor."

Speaking of the reason why Han Yigun was successfully promoted, it is of course inseparable from Han Chudong.

Many benefits that ordinary people would try their best to get are now offered to Han Chudong without him even asking for it. As long as he is willing, he can easily enter the top social circle in the United States.

His connections and strength are not as strong as those old-time wealthy people, and he is not even as good as some senators with good connections.

But he has money, and this thing can build roads through mountains and bridges over rivers. It not only brings material enjoyment, but also has some other benefits. Its power is so great that it is beyond imagination.

It's just that Han Chudong hasn't started to take advantage of it yet. He is concentrating on finding a balance between making money and protecting himself. He has not had any contact with Washington or Sacramento, the capital of California, so he just lives a peaceful life.

Some rich people need to guide and smooth the way so that the business environment can develop according to their wishes and benefit from it.

Han Chudong is different.

He has too many ways to make money in his head, the only difference is whether he can make more or less, so there is no need to wade into muddy water and cause trouble.

…

Forget about time by reading at home.

Han Chudong arrived at the company at around ten o'clock that morning, still holding a copy of "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang" in his hand, reading as he walked. He took the elevator upstairs and went directly to the office.

The traditional Chinese characters made reading stress-free. He had no idea how to write some characters, but he could still understand them. What made him uncomfortable was the vertical layout, but he finally put up with it because the plot was exciting.

There were so few entertainment options that even reading became uninteresting. I sat down at my desk and continued reading.

Assistant Arthur was puzzled.

He didn't know Chinese, so he naturally couldn't understand the title of the book, let alone guess the content.

After knocking on the door, he reported as usual, "Powell Real Estate Company has agreed to sell the Entrepreneurship Building to us. The lawyer is helping to draft the contract. I will send someone to check the accounts first. If there is no problem, we can just do the deal directly?"

"good."

"The four-pack facial masks have been shipped out of the factory, a total of 70,000 boxes. We can produce about 20,000 more boxes today. Will they start selling tomorrow?"

"Okay." Han Chudong continued to nod, staring at the martial arts novel in his hand.

Arthur's assistant thought he was listening, so he continued, "I've prepared some information about the financial industry for you. Also, the head of Rainbow Beauty's Japanese branch has sent you a business plan and feels that there are problems with the current product positioning. I think it's quite interesting. I've put it here with today's schedule, right in front of you."

"Thanks. I'll start working on it later. Make me a pot of coffee. I'm drinking Geisha today, but Yirgacheffe is fine too."

Seeing that Han Chudong didn't even raise his head, Assistant Arthur asked tentatively: "Are you listening?"

"good."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

“…”

There have been a lot of things going on in the company recently, but no major problems.

It was rare to see Han Chudong so dedicated, so Arthur simply went back to work on his own. What could he do when his boss was absent?

Time passed by minute by minute, until my eyes were sore and I put down the novel, only to find a pile of documents to be processed and cold coffee in front of me.

He stood up and stretched out his arms and legs, then looked at today's schedule before sitting back at his desk to deal with various tasks.

I signed the audited financial statements, called Siemens, discussed new projects with the architectural design firm over the phone, and listened to the CEO of Mango Toys give a separate report on the performance of the past three weeks.

I have to admit that since having a detailed schedule, the processing speed has become much more efficient.

As for the secretary's office, a form would be prepared every day based on the news from various departments and the public and private affairs scheduled in advance. He only needed to judge and handle them in the order shown on the form, which made Han Chudong feel like a workaholic without emotions.

I had lunch in the office. Today I sent someone to Chinatown to buy some cooked food. The rice was put in an insulated box and it was still hot when it was delivered to Han Chudong.

Seeing that half of the tasks on the schedule had been crossed out, Assistant Arthur finally had the chance to ask, "Have you read the Japanese business plan? I think the content is quite correct. The positioning of the ex-boyfriend series of masks is too high-end and will limit the company's development."

"I've read it. I'm not in a hurry to reply. I'm going to Tokyo to talk to him in person. I'm also going to Wall Street in New York to visit a private equity fund company. I'm also going to Puerto Rico to handle equity separation matters. There should be other work. Please help me arrange my schedule. I'll take about half a month to finish all of it at once, and then find a place to vacation for a few days."

Sitting on the sofa, Han Chudong talked while eating.

Changing the subject, he asked Arthur, "Do you think it would be more upscale if the building's exterior walls were covered with brown marble?

My idea is that since I am planning to buy it, I should decorate it better so that new employees or people from other companies will not feel that my headquarters building is ordinary when they come to it. I will decorate it in the style of a high-end hotel, continue to borrow money from the bank, and use the bank's money to build it..."