Several leaders who usually have hot tempers are now more gentle and well-educated than each other.
There is no other reason.
The fact that Chen Ya was able to bring Jiang Xinhai here like a resurrected man is enough to make him the MVP of the entire company.
Even if he moves a bed to sleep in the company tomorrow, no one will dare to say anything to him.
…
At the same time, in the hospital, Lao Zhai's ward.
The host's excited voice floated out from the TV:
"We see that our latecomer has finally arrived. She is our Jiang Xinhai. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time..."
Old Zhai stared at the TV screen with bulging eyes, unable to utter a word.
Jiang Xinhai...is back?
Old Tang patted his chest and said with a smile, "That was a close call. I thought Jiang Xinhai really wasn't coming."
Wang Qian also laughed and said, "I said Brother Chen Ya wouldn't fire blanks."
Old Zhai held out his hand: "Wait! She might not be here to announce her return to the show! Let's see!"
He didn't know what he was expecting. Before long, Jiang Xinhai's reassuring voice floated out from the TV:
“Yes, I did return to the show ‘Poetic Life’.”
Old Zhai suddenly started coughing violently.
"Damn, they really invited Jiang Xinhai back," he said with a cough, and his wife hurried over to stroke his back. "How much did this cost?"
Wang Qian and Old Tang glanced at each other and said, "No money spent, right?"
"No money?"
"If money was spent, it must be a large amount of funds being transferred. Who in the company can hide it?" said Old Tang.
"No money..." Old Zhai blushed for a moment, "That's impossible. How could we invite Jiang Xinhai back without spending any money?"
Old Tang shrugged.
Why not ask the magic conch?
Old Zhai stared at the TV screen and felt more and more dizzy.
"Don't worry!" Old Tang patted his shoulder. "There's no point in being anxious. Just lie down and fly."
"Look at you, you're so busy, is it meaningful? You're so busy that you even have to be hospitalized, and you let us come visit you."
"Usually when we play games, your performance is called lying down."
Old Zhai felt like he was hit by three arrows in the back.
I can hardly breathe.
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