Chapter 39: The Gentleman

Shuang Xu wanted to pretend that he didn't see him and just walk away.

But the others all had a pair of eyes on their noses. When the old-fashioned Lao Fang saw He Tingzhou, he immediately went over to flatter him eagerly.

"Mr. He, thank you very much for your appreciation of Feixue. If it weren't for your insight and timely help, we might not be able to survive until now. You are Feixue's great benefactor. We all respect you very much at Feixue."

"Really?" He Tingzhou said meaningfully, "Some people don't seem to respect it."

"How is that possible?" Lao Fang said, "Our President Song always bursts into tears every time he mentions you."

...Don't flatter me too much.

Lao Fang winked at her. Shuang Xu knew that He Tingzhou was pointing at her, so she had to respond: "I will always remember Mr. He's kindness."

She lowered her head and didn't look at He Tingzhou's face at all. She stared at the third button of his shirt while she spoke. He Tingzhou said, "How about I take the button off and give it to you, and you two can chat alone?"

Shuang Xu patiently made up an excuse: "Sorry, I have a stiff neck today."

He Tingzhou put his hands in his pockets and sneered, "I saw you were very agile when I turned around just now."

“…”

"Mr. He, you are very busy and you can make millions just by talking. We won't waste your precious time. Let's go." Shuang Xu's tone was respectful but distant. After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with a cold face.

Not to mention the surprised executives behind He Tingzhou, even the people at Feixue thought she was extremely rebellious.

"Boss Song, are you crazy? You even dare to confront Boss He?!"

"What do you know!" Xiao Liao defended him mindlessly, "The young boss is very familiar with Mr. He. You only heard her weird tone, but you didn't see how much Mr. He doted on her!"

Shuang Xu glanced at her and asked: "How much myopia are you?"

Xiao Liao was very proud: "Six hundred and eight."

Shuang Xu patted her head lovingly.

Lao Fang said earnestly: "Boss Song, I know you are very familiar with Boss He, but you still need to be skillful when talking to him. You are a rich and beautiful woman born in a wealthy family, so it is normal that you don't know how to flatter. I will be the one to flatter him in the future."

Shuang Xu knew that everyone was here for Feixue, so he sighed inwardly, "Okay, I'll be patient next time."

I can't be so unlucky that I always run into President He who is so busy with all kinds of affairs.

When they went to Yundun again on Monday, Director Fan left them alone in the conference room for fifteen minutes before announcing their lateness.

During the meeting, he was openly looking at his phone. Shuang Xu was on his right side and took a peek at him from an angle.

He wasn't doing anything serious, just sending WeChat messages to people.

Xiao Liao wrote and drew on the meeting note book. After a while, he turned the book over to Shuang Xu to admire.

She drew a pig head wearing a suit and a Mediterranean hairstyle.

Shuang Xu pursed his lips tightly and tried not to smile: "Be serious."

Halfway through the meeting, the frosted glass door suddenly opened from the outside, and General Assistant Xu Zhen pushed the door open and stepped aside.

He Tingzhou walked in.

He was tall and had long legs, with a strong aura. The team member who was explaining the PPT was interrupted, and the whole conference room suddenly became quiet, with everyone's eyes focused on him.

Director Fan hurriedly put away his phone and jumped up from his seat. In an instant, he transformed from a director of Party A who was worth 2.58 million to an old eunuch who fawned on the emperor.

"Boss He, why did you come here in person? Is your meeting over?"

He Tingzhou ignored him and walked in.

He looks a little different today.

Most of the time, He Tingzhou gives people a lazy and casual feeling, but today he wore a suit neatly and straight, and tied his tie meticulously. The tailored suit perfectly showed his well-proportioned figure, and the jet black color perfectly matched his temperament.

He wore a pair of thin silver-framed glasses on his nose. His black hair, which was usually slightly parted, was combed back today, with the ends of his hair naturally messy. It seemed casual, but it was actually very picky.

Director Fan respectfully invited him to the main seat. He sat down, folded his right leg over his left knee, with a high nose and deep eyes, and an air of unattainable nobility.

Shuangxu's eyes only stayed on him for a second, and then his dark eyes looked over keenly.

"Mr. Song's neck is healed?"

Shuang Xu looked away: "Go on."

After He Tingzhou arrived, everyone became noticeably more restrained, and the team members who were explaining the meeting stuttered and made frequent mistakes.

"Why are you so nervous?" He Tingzhou said, "I'm not a python. I don't eat people."

You're no better than a boa constrictor.

As he spoke, Shuang Xu glanced at him subconsciously.

There was a floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind him, and the clear light coming in from behind, when it passed through his glasses, presented a texture that was very different from what she remembered.

This was the first time she saw He Tingzhou wearing glasses.

This kind of elegant item originally didn't match his temperament, but for some reason, it was inexplicably harmonious with him.

Perhaps it was because the elegance of the thin-rimmed glasses counteracted the sharpness in his features and reduced the sense of oppression he gave off.

Shuang Xu was about to look away when He Tingzhou looked at her without warning.

She was caught off guard and looked him in the eye.

The "He Tingzhou-style" inattention in his eyes was reflected by the lenses, making him look extremely sanctimonious.

It's not being civilized, it's being a degenerate of being civilized.

"What are you looking at?" he said, "There's a PowerPoint presentation on my face?"

“…”

Until the end of the meeting, Shuang Xu's eyes were fixed on the PPT and she never looked at him again.

After listening to the meeting, He Tingzhou picked up the document on the table and flipped through it, then asked a question that got to the point: "How long will it take to get the finished product out?"

Lao Fang said: "The first prototype has been made, but because the volumetric energy density of hydrogen is very low, the liquid hydrogen tank occupies a relatively large volume. We have not yet found an effective way to overcome this problem..."

He Tingzhou didn't even raise his head: "I don't like repeating the same sentence. If you don't understand, just find a translator."

Lao Fang was silent.

Shuang Xu gave an estimated deadline: "Three months."

"Too slow." He Tingzhou pressed hard, "One month."

Shuang Xu said directly: "I can't do it."

He Tingzhou raised his eyelids slightly, and moved his gaze from the data to her face, with an ambiguous look: "This Party B is quite arrogant."

Several employees nearby were winking at her.

This is Party A's father, Mr. Song! Please control yourself.

Can't control it.

When she can't see He Tingzhou, she is a normal person with a stable mood.

Once she saw him, she would be forced to recall his deliberate pranks and her own embarrassment that night, and she would be extremely embarrassed.

She held back and said, "I'm just being realistic. If Mr. He likes to eat big cakes, I can draw it and I can give you the 'finished product' next week, but then you will find that it comes with a huge liquid hydrogen tank. Does Mr. He want it?"

He Tingzhou said slowly, "I said I don't want it. Will Mr. Song get angry with me again?"

Suddenly, a series of fiery gazes were cast towards Shuang Xu. After a few seconds of shock, Xiao Liao excitedly grabbed the edge of the table.

These words were too ambiguous, and Shuang Xu's ears suddenly felt hot.

Director Fan's squinting eyes quickly scanned between her and He Tingzhou like a searchlight.

"President He, please stop joking." Shuang Xu tried to calm down. "Before the energy storage problem is effectively solved, we don't want to fool you with a semi-finished product. Feixue hopes that what we hand over to you in the end is an excellent product that meets the market standards."

Everyone in the Cloud Shield Group knows that Mr. He is a heartless person.

He keeps his word and kills decisively, leaving no room for bargaining.

Director Fan was afraid of him, not only because he was the boss who held the power of life and death, but more because he was afraid of He Tingzhou.

"Those two months." He Tingzhou spoke as if he was being taken away by someone.

Shuang Xu breathed a sigh of relief.

He Tingzhou leaned back in his chair and looked at her. His dark eyes were lazy behind the glasses, but his tone was serious and businesslike: "Please send a copy of the detailed technical information to my WeChat, Mr. Song."

Director Fan opened his mouth and wanted to ask, don’t you never use WeChat for work?

But those who have been in the workplace for many years know very well that the first rule of survival in the workplace is: don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask.

After leaving the conference room and entering the elevator, Shuang Xu was immediately surrounded by several piercing gazes.

"Mr. Song, do you have such a good relationship with Mr. He?"

Shuang Xu remained calm and said, "We are just acquaintances."

"But Mr. He seems to treat you a little differently..."

Shuang Xu said: "Have you forgotten how difficult it was to get the cooperation of Cloud Shield?"

Well, our burning gossip spirit has been extinguished.

After returning to the company, Shuang Xu had to add He Tingzhou back on WeChat.

The only thing to be thankful for is that He Tingzhou would not send her a message, so he would not find out that she had the audacity to delete him.

She sent the information that He Tingzhou wanted, but he didn't reply.