Zhuang Li walked to the president's office with a cup of coffee and knocked on the door with the cover of the folder.
There was still cursing going on inside, but no response.
Zhuang Li knocked on the door again, and Feng Ming's extremely impatient voice rang out: "Come in!"
Zhuang Li turned sideways to look at Manager Zhou, who, sweating profusely, quickly helped him open the door.
A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of Feng Ming's desk, receiving a reprimand. Her makeup was smudged from tears, but her delicate features were still visible. Her outfit was also carefully designed, with a narrow, hip-hugging skirt that perfectly outlined her graceful figure.
This is not work-friendly clothing.
Zhuang Li looked into the woman's eyes and indeed found regret, frustration, and a hint of ambition that was difficult to conceal.
So, she hadn't forgotten her colleagues' kind reminders, but rather wanted to get the CEO's attention. It was a pity that Feng Ming's rules couldn't be broken by just anyone, and he had absolutely no sympathy for women.
He was scolding the woman mercilessly at the moment. When he heard the footsteps, he frowned and looked over with a very unfriendly expression.
He looks particularly cold and tough, and you can tell at first glance that he is not a good-tempered person. When he is angry, he is like a lion, giving people around him an extremely heavy sense of oppression.
The cold sweat on Manager Zhou's forehead had already formed a stream.
Zhuang Li leaned forward and gently placed the plate containing coffee, creamer, tongs, a spoon, and sugar cubes on the table.
"Mr. Feng, please calm down." His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze in March. His narrow eyes curved slightly, and gentle comfort slowly flowed out of his dark pupils.
This is an extremely handsome man, also a quiet, elegant and calm man.
Seeing this pleasing face and being stared at quietly by the other party's gaze that was as warm as the winter sun, the exasperated Feng Ming slowly calmed down.
He stopped scolding and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm the new special assistant. I can translate this document for you within half an hour. Don't worry, just sit and wait for me for a while and have a cup of coffee. It won't delay the video conference later." Zhuang Li stretched out his hand and pushed the saucer containing the coffee cup forward.
He spoke at a leisurely pace, very calmly, and his clear and gentle voice contained a slight smile, which had the magical power to soothe some anxiety.
The anger in Feng Ming's eyes subsided unconsciously. He stared into his eyes hidden behind the lenses and asked, "These chemicals are all professional terms. Do you understand them?"
French, like English, is a language that grows as you learn more. Every time a new thing appears, they invent a new word, so that the number of words continues to grow, eventually making it almost impossible to communicate across disciplines, because many professional terms and proper nouns are completely incomprehensible to people outside the field.
The raw materials used in cosmetics manufacturing are mostly chemicals or plant extracts. For those not versed in the relevant fields, this document is like reading a book of mystery. Even someone who has lived in France for decades wouldn't be able to translate it.
Feng Ming's worries were not without reason.
Zhuang Li pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, his tone still gentle and calm: "No problem, please wait a moment, I'll be right there. Can I borrow your computer?"
He extended his hand politely and pointed to the laptop on the table.
"Feel free to use it." Feng Ming immediately moved the computer to his side, and his tone unconsciously calmed down.
"Thank you." Zhuang Li smiled and nodded. He looked at his face, which still showed some anger. Then he picked up a small pair of tongs, put two sugar cubes into the coffee cup, stirred it gently, and said slowly, "Drinking something sweet can help ease the mood."
Feng Ming didn't say anything, but just stared at his hand stirring the coffee.
This hand is white, slender, and impeccably beautiful. The smooth skin is as warm as jade, like a work of art.
Zhuang Li noticed his gaze, but didn't mind. He pushed the coffee cup forward again and began to translate the document quickly.
In just a moment, the whole office was filled with the sound of fingertips hitting keyboards.
The sound has a very fast, dense and light rhythm, like the drizzle of spring rain, which makes people feel at ease.
Feng Ming's anxious mood was further soothed. Glancing at Manager Zhou and the young woman standing beside him with pale faces, he waved his hand, signaling them to leave first.
The two men fled the office as if they had been pardoned.
Feng Ming stared at Zhuang Li's serious face for a while, then stood up, walked silently around the desk, came behind him and checked his progress.
The next moment, Feng Ming opened his eyes wide with an expression of surprise.
This special assistant actually translated the first page of information in a remarkably short time. Technical terms that would be incomprehensible to most people were no problem for him. His speed of thought was incredibly rapid, and his typing speed was unparalleled.
The words on the computer screen didn't seem to be typed by a human, but rather automatically generated by a computer program. They appeared line by line, filling a vast expanse in the blink of an eye, without a single mistake or omission.
If Feng Ming had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the document was input into some automatic translation software and then converted into Chinese in a second.
He was stunned.
Zhuang Li, however, was able to do two things at once. He glanced up at him and asked with a smile, "Are you not worried now?"
His tone was particularly soothing and gentle, as if he was comforting a crying child.
For some reason, Feng Ming's face suddenly became hot, and the heat was quickly burning his ears red.
He coughed, then said "hmm" in a hoarse voice.
Zhuang Li quickly translated the document while comforting him: "Sit down and have some coffee. Don't worry."
Feng Ming hummed softly again, but stood there without moving.
For some reason, he wanted to look at this person more closely.
Just then, Special Assistant Sun knocked on the door and whispered, "Boss Feng, we unlocked Xiao Li's computer, but we couldn't find the document. Xiao Li must have saved it on his laptop. I've sent someone to Xiao Li's house, and they'll send the document over soon."
"Can we catch up in half an hour?" Feng Ming walked to the door and deliberately lowered his voice.
"We'll try our best." Special Assistant Sun looked embarrassed.
Xiao Li lives quite far away, and it takes at least forty minutes to get there.
Feng Ming looked back at Zhuang Li, who was typing furiously, and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, he's already translating."
"Can it really be found? There are dozens of pages of information!" Special Assistant Sun opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"He can." Feng Ming said firmly.
Special Assistant Sun was still in disbelief, but he didn't have the guts to throw cold water on the CEO at this point. He had already mentally prepared himself to cancel the meeting in half an hour.
Feng Ming waved his hand to drive Special Assistant Sun away, then continued to stand beside Zhuang Li, bending down to look at him.
Zhuang Li stopped typing at this moment, threw two more sugar cubes into the coffee cup, and said soothingly: "Drinking something sweet will make you feel better."
In fact, Feng Ming's mood has improved, but he is used to having a cold face, so others can't see it.
He picked up the coffee and took two sips, his thick brows immediately frowned, as if he hated the taste, but he sighed in his heart: How sweet!
Zhuang Li continued typing, took a moment to glance at him, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"
Feng Ming said with a cold face: "It doesn't taste good. I don't like things that are too sweet."
"But I love it." Zhuang Li emphasized, "The sweeter the better."
Feng Ming hesitated for a moment before finally changing his words: "It's okay, you'll get used to it after a few sips."
He had no idea that he was subconsciously trying to please the stranger before him. He, always quite opinionated, even somewhat dictatorial, actually began to agree with the other person.
Zhuang Li raised his head and glanced at him with a smile.
With just this one glance, Feng Ming felt more relaxed and satisfied. He moved his swivel chair from the desk to Zhuang Li's side, sitting quietly beside him, staring at him.
He liked the quiet and peaceful state he was in. This person had occupied his territory, but it didn't cause him any discomfort or rejection.
"Can you make me a cup of coffee too?" Zhuang Li suddenly asked.
The last "OK" doesn't sound like a request, but more like the coquettishness and whispers between lovers, with a slight sweetness and a little hook.
Feng Ming couldn't describe what this feeling was. However, when Zhuang Li ordered him to do this, his heart actually beat wildly for a moment, and then he couldn't help but jump for joy.
He himself doesn't know why.
"What kind of coffee would you like?" Feng Ming asked in a low voice.
"Whatever, just add more sugar." Zhuang Li replied without raising his head.
Feng Ming walked outside and turned around like a headless fly.
Special Assistant Sun quickly asked, "Boss Feng, what are you looking for?"
"Where's the tea room? I want to make a cup of coffee." Feng Ming kept turning his head, a look of annoyance on his face. He was so useless that he couldn't even do this.
"Please go back to the office and wait. I will bring in the brewed coffee." Special Assistant Sun said attentively.
"I want to make it myself. Where is the tea room?" Feng Ming insisted.
Special Assistant Sun had no choice but to take him to the tea room and tell him where the instant coffee and coffee beans were placed respectively.
Feng Ming took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, carefully studied the wide variety of coffee beans, then picked the best one and began to grind it.
Special Assistant Sun looked at his busy back, then ran back to the CEO's office to look at Zhuang Li, who was typing away, and couldn't help but complain: "Did these two get the wrong script? Who is the CEO and who is the assistant?"
"If you can help President Feng solve his urgent problem, he can also be your assistant." A female secretary whispered.
To improve product quality, Feng Ming exhausted all his connections and finally negotiated with the largest supplier in France to import high-quality raw materials. This deal would determine whether the company's subsequent production plans could proceed smoothly.
Without high-quality raw materials, how can Yilan make better cosmetics?
So the video conference in half an hour is very important to the company.
This is also the reason why Feng Ming was furious.
Manager Zhou waited outside anxiously, and asked timidly, "Can Manager Zhuang do it?"
"Let me tell you the truth, translating dozens of pages of material full of professional terms in half an hour is impossible unless he is a superman." Special Assistant Sun shook his head, very pessimistic about this.
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