Chapter 218 Did you tear it off yourself?
He Sang blushed and opened the door.
This group of executives were in their forties or fifties, and she nodded out of courtesy.
They immediately bowed and returned the greeting.
"Mr. Liang, please sign."
Liang Chihui wrote with a big brush on the white paper.
Like ghost paintings.
Except for the signature on formal contracts, the boss's signature on other internal documents is basically a fixed symbol that all employees are familiar with, and there is no official seal to prevent theft.
He Sang took his approval slip back to the 14th floor and handed it to the front desk.
After being released, she found Xiao Yi's workstation.
A slightly dark and fat man wearing black-framed glasses.
The name badge on the seat reads Assistant to the Deputy Director of Marketing.
In a huge enterprise like the Liang Group, he is a small and dispensable role.
"Secretary Xiao."
Xiao Yi moved his chair away and said, "Cheng Xun called."
Cheng Xun is Liang Jishen's second secretary. A secretary in a provincial enterprise is much more noble than a secretary in a private enterprise. Xiao Yi calls him by his name. Obviously, he is Liang Jishen's spy planted in the Liang Group, and his qualifications are not inferior to Cheng Xun.
He rummaged through the trash can and pulled out a document from the interlayer of a plastic bag. "I didn't get the original, only a copy."
He Sang was curious, "What is it?"
"The boss that the Second Young Master secretly collaborated with this year."
"In secret?"
"Yes." He nodded. "Mr. Liang is in another province handling a dispute. I can't ask for leave, and he doesn't trust anyone else. So, Miss He, please be careful not to get swapped. The Liang Group has many double agents lurking in various positions."
He Sang's chest was pounding. "I understand."
After she came out of the secretarial department, the receptionist stopped her and handed her a brown paper bag. "Ms. He, Mr. Liang asked you to deliver a document."
She frowned, "I'll send it?"
The receptionist said politely, "Excuse me."
He Sang thought, if he came here by himself and Liang Chihui knew about it, he could leave by himself. It was polite to say hello and deliver the documents at the same time.
She kept Xiao Yi's copy close to her and returned to the 11th floor again.
The office was empty, Liang Chihui and his subordinates were not there.
He Sang placed the storage basket on the corner of the table and was about to leave when his eyes passed over an unmarked file bag on the table.
Bubbly.
It should be items such as documents, letters, photos, etc.
He Sang also knew that if the boss behind the scenes was really Liang Chihui, with his caution, he would never expose it blatantly. But isn't being the most dangerous also the safest?
Liang Chihui is a man with a gambling nature.
I finally have a suspicious point, but if I don’t check it carefully, I might miss it.
She pulled off a button and threw it under the desk as an excuse.
The file bag was not sealed, and with a scratch of his fingernail he pulled out a stack of papers.
The title is in black Song font on the 16th: The whole story of the collapse of Guanghe Group’s city wall tower.
He Sang's pupils swelled and pulled outward.
A sudden male voice came from the door, "What are you doing?"
He Sang shuddered and retracted his hand.
Liang Chihui closed the door, walked straight around the desk, and glanced vaguely at the file bag.
I don't know if he deliberately didn't expose it, or if he didn't doubt it, but his expression and tone were calm, "Have you delivered it?"
After all, He Sang has acting skills to her credit, and her stage presence training has honed her composure. She also remained calm, "It's on the storage rack."
Liang Chihui took out the document and said, "I promise not to show up anywhere you are." He looked at her as he signed, "I didn't break my promise. It's you who showed up, don't blame me."
She pursed her lips, "No complaints."
The man's eyes were smiling, but the smile on his face was so faint that it was barely noticeable. "What are you looking for?"
He Sang pulled up his long hair that was in the way and pretended to search around, "My button fell off."
Liang Chihui looked at her. She was wearing a zippered jacket with a small T-shirt underneath. There were two small decorative mother-of-pearl buttons on the collar.
The craftsmanship of the inlay should be very strong and will not come apart easily.
"How did it fall?"
He Sang squatted down. "The elevator was loose. I bumped into it and it rolled behind the table."
Liang Chihui also bent down, moved the chair, and found the button on the table leg by the window.
He held it in his palm and held it in front of her eyes, "Is this it?"
"Yes." He Sang stretched out his hand and picked up the button, and Liang Chihui clenched his five fingers.
He held the button and her hand together.
He Sang was stunned.
Immediately his feet slipped and he was pulled forward by a force.
The tip of her nose was only a millimeter away from the tip of Liang Chihui's nose.
Liang Chihui is a leopard with its wild nature exposed.
Staring at her.
His voice was slightly hoarse and deep, and his Adam's apple rose and fell with each word he uttered. "Did you tear it off yourself?"
The breath brushed past his ears, like a violent gust of sand, like scorched sand, very hot and choking, causing He Sang to shudder.
"Second brother."
Liang Chihui's eyes were fixed on her rosy lips.
An extremely long period of time.
He looked away, "Have you found what you wanted?"
He Sang's breathing hitched again. "I'm done looking." She pulled it out of his hand with force and raised the button. "I'm only looking for this."
Liang Chihui slowly straightened up, standing like a pine or bamboo.
"Do you need a driver?"
"No need."
He Sang hurriedly left the Liang Group and got into the car, his heart breaking into pieces.
After calming down for a long time, she dialed Cheng Xun's number.
The first time, I didn’t answer.
Then called back.
"It was inconvenient just now." Cheng Xun lowered his voice, "Did you take it?"
"Yes."
"Send it to Liang Jing's residence."
He Sang's scalp tingled, "What on earth is wrong?"
Cheng Xun didn't hide it, "The higher-ups want to investigate Mr. Liang."
She almost dropped her phone and asked, "Can I come over tonight..."
"No." Cheng Xun refused. "The situation in the other provinces is also complicated. Mr. Liang needs to focus on solving it."
He Sang has never been a burdensome woman. After hanging up the phone, she drove to the compound in Taining District.
The guard registered the visitor's information. Liang Jing lived in Building 3, Room 201. There were two households on one elevator, one with three rooms and one with two rooms. The owner of the two-room household was a deputy-division-level researcher. He divorced and left the house. He gave the house to his wife and children and lived in the dormitory himself.
An aunt in her sixties greeted her at the entrance, "Are you Secretary Liang's subordinate?"
"Mr. Liang from Zhonghai Group asked me to deliver the information."
"Secretary Liang's brother, right?" Auntie was cautious and didn't greet her without permission. "Please wait a moment. I'll make the announcement first."
After five or six minutes, footsteps were heard from inside. The door opened again, and the other party invited He Sang into the living room. "Secretary Liang is writing a speech. It will take about ten minutes."
Liang Jing was very punctual and walked out of the study on time ten minutes later.
In the scorching white light, he stood quietly, with scattered fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but time could not hide his elegance and grace, which was still bright and clear, and he had an earth-shattering elegance.
He Sang stood up politely, not daring to address him as "Big Brother," "Secretary Liang."
"Did the Third Brother ask you to come over?"
She was as well-behaved as a kitten. "Send me some information."
Old Yang, carrying a briefcase, stood behind him and asked, "Miss He owes Secretary Liang an umbrella, right?"
He Sang was quite embarrassed that day. Later, she met Liang Jing several times at the old house, but he didn't mention it. She thought he didn't remember it. Now when Lao Yang mentioned it, her ears turned red, "I forgot where I put it..."
"Miss He's heel is stuck in the manhole cover, right?" Old Yang revealed the truth.
"Old Yang," Liang Jing said sternly, "Don't tease little girls."
He Sang's eyelids were red as blood.
Liang Jing walked towards the tea table and asked, "Would you like some water?"
No response.
Lao Yang reminded her, "Secretary Liang is asking you."
He Sang stared at the water cup and said, "I'm not thirsty." But he licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
Liang Jing rarely smiled and placed a glass of warm water in front of her. "There's no drink at home, so just drink this."
She drank it all in one gulp.
"Still drinking?"
Liang Jing filled the water again.
"I don't want to drink anymore." He Sang handed him the black cloth bag.
Lao Yang went out.
"There are fruits in the refrigerator, please help yourself." Liang Jing sat down, untied the large cloth bag, put the medium cloth bag on it, and put the small cloth bag inside the medium cloth bag.
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