Miss you
Xia Tangyue stared into his eyes, trying to make his expression look more natural.
“It’s okay.” She said calmly, “Creative ideas can sometimes be similar, but I believe my ideas can be better.”
Gu Jiaping touched the back of his neck and asked, "Didn't you say that communication was difficult some time ago? Did you find a partner so quickly?"
Xia Tangyue nodded. She also felt a little strange, but since Wen Zheng said it was okay, then it was okay. Anyway, the most urgent thing was not to investigate these.
"Well, I have initially selected a few suitable ones and am currently waiting for the other party's quotation. By the way, I have also made some changes in the planning." Xia Tangyue said: "I plan to set up a holographic interactive projection wall at the entrance with the theme of "Silk Road Customs". Currently, no art museum on the market has come up with such a theme. I think this will greatly attract more tourists to participate in the exhibition."
"However, as far as I know, only Zhu Group has this holographic technology. Unfortunately, I don't have any friendship with them, so I don't know if I can negotiate smoothly."
After finishing the conversation with Gu Jiaping, Xia Tangyue walked out of Furen Group and breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned against the corner, half squatting and breathing heavily, thinking about whether there were any flaws in his actions just now. Then he removed the hidden camera and recording button hidden in his collar, and took a watermarked photo with his mobile phone.
She returned to the museum as if nothing had happened, continued to deal with her work, and left after the museum closed. She drove to the agreed meeting place. A sister got promoted and was called back to Beijing from another place, so she planned to celebrate with her.
In the hot pot restaurant, sisters who hadn’t seen each other for a long time got together and naturally had endless things to talk about.
Xia Tangyue was too full, so he leaned back in his chair to rest. Xi Na on his right was talking mysteriously to Sang Wenshu next to him, so Xia Tangyue also leaned over.
"I was transferred back. I didn't know why in the first few days. It was not until today when I went back to the head office to report on my work that I heard the sales manager talk about the inside story."
Xi Na asked, "What happened? Is there going to be a fight among the top leaders?"
Sang Wenshu shook her head and lowered her voice: "I heard that... the president is the son of the chairman's ex-wife. When the chairman was young, he abandoned his wife and daughter for his career. Unexpectedly, the two sons he gave birth to later were very average in ability and almost ruined the company. The chairman is now old and seriously ill, so he has no choice but to find his eldest son to clean up the mess."
It sounded like something out of a novel. Xia Tangyue asked, "What company is this? Is it the chip company you worked for before?"
"No." Sang Wenshu said, "I switched to Yaoying last year, but unfortunately I didn't catch a good time. I originally switched to Yaoying for their platform, but the president of Greater China was replaced, and then everything went downhill. I was so depressed staying in East China, and I signed another three-year contract. I wanted to leave but couldn't. I originally planned to grit my teeth and endure the three years, but hey! Unexpectedly, the president's position was replaced again! And those of us who were engaged in technology in East China were transferred back."
Xia Tangyue frowned: "Yaoying has changed his coach again!"
"That's right." Sang Wenshu sighed, "I hope he can stand up. Otherwise, I'm really afraid that the company will go bankrupt before the end of these three years, and I will become an unemployed vagrant."
"Who changed?" Xia Tangyue asked.
"I don't know. I don't know him." Sang Wenshu took out her phone and searched for something. "The new boss is very tough. He fired the strategic director right away. He's the chairman's eldest brother and a royal relative. You don't know how big a fuss this is. Everyone in the company is scared and silent, afraid that they will be the next one."
"Found it." Sang Wenshu picked up the phone and handed it to Xia Tangyue to read: "Here, this is the company's internal announcement of the appointment of the president. It's him. He is very handsome, but his aura is very cold. When he was reporting on his work, he looked at me and almost got tongue-tied."
Xia Tangyue took a breath and widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.
What, what, what is going on?
The brother is Yaoying’s newly appointed president of Greater China?
how so?
And the gossip just now...
"I'll go out and make a phone call first." She couldn't wait to verify it, so she left the restaurant after saying this, found a quiet place, and dialed her brother Xiong's phone number.
No one answered...
She called again, but still no one answered.
Xia Tangyue suddenly realized that something was wrong. In recent days, Wen Zheng had contacted her less and less. His excuse was that he was very busy and couldn't spare the time. So...
She could no longer sit still, so she hurriedly said goodbye to her sisters and drove to Yaoying's headquarters.
9:30 p.m.
The office building was still brightly lit, and the phone at the front desk rang one after another. When Xia Tangyue approached, the front desk clerk who was quickly sorting out documents raised his head, with a professional smile that was a little tired.
"Hello, how can I help you?" She tapped her fingers quickly on the CRM system.
Xia Tangyue leaned forward slightly and asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Wen in the office?"
The receptionist hesitated: "Sorry, do you mean..."
Xia Tangyue added: "It's your company's new president, Wen Zheng."
The clerk paused for half a second, revealing a bit of doubt: "Sorry, you may have remembered the wrong last name. Our new president's last name is Li. His personal schedule has not yet been made public. All high-level appointments will be arranged by the president's office. It is recommended that you send a formal meeting request first."
Xia Tangyue frowned and sat down in the lounge area in the hall in a daze. The company logo wall behind the front desk glowed with a cold metallic texture under the cold white light.
What on earth was going on? Why did my brother become the president of Yaoying's Greater China region again and even changed his last name?
If there wasn't a photo of Wen Zheng on the appointment announcement, she really wouldn't have believed it was true.
Xia Tangyue continued to call Wen Zheng, but the answer he got was still no one answered. Even the front desk was working overtime, which showed that the appointment of the president of Greater China today had affected the central nervous system of the entire group, like a heavy bomb dropped into the lake, with ripples spreading rapidly, shaking the glass curtain walls of every department.
never mind.
Just as Xia Tangyue was about to leave, a Rolls-Royce stopped at the door and a man in a neat suit got out of the car. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Duanmu Yu.
Duanmu Yu smiled gently: "Are you here to see your brother?"
Xia Tangyue was unhappy: "Well, but I can't contact him, so I'm ready to leave."
"Oh..." Duanmu Yu walked towards the elevator and motioned Xia Tangyue to follow him: "Don't worry, he is convening an interim board meeting. I'm afraid he is knocking out the teeth of those old foxes and re-arranging the order, so he didn't answer the phone."
Xia Tangyue was even more puzzled: "But generally speaking, the president of Greater China should not have the authority to independently convene a shareholders' meeting."
Duanmu Yu smiled and looked at her: "Because your brother is not only the president, he is also one of the global executive directors of LUMINOVA Group."
Xia Tangyue was stunned.
"Brother Yu, are you here to see my brother too?"
Duanmu Yu raised her eyebrows slightly: "I am Yaoying's new strategic director."
Xia Tangyue remembered that Sang Wenshu said that Wen Zheng dismissed the position of strategic director as soon as he took office. He didn't expect that the person who would take over this position would be Duanmu Yu.
Duanmu Yu was born into a prominent family, owned several companies, and had family connections spanning the political and business worlds. It was surprising that he had condescended to serve as Yaoying's strategic director, and his position was lower than Wen Zheng's.
The two stepped out of the elevator and came to the floor where the Greater China President's office was located. They saw several executives in suits standing quietly on the dark gray carpet. They leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, and the corners of the folders in their hands were wrinkled, but they didn't even dare to make a sound when turning the papers. The President's office at the end of the corridor was closed, and the gilded nameplate glowed coldly under the corridor lights.
Xia Tangyue was taken to the reception room to rest with Duanmu Yu, and the secretary brought them hot drinks.
The president's office opposite was bustling with people, the door was opened and closed, and intermittent cold and rebuking voices could be heard.
"Go back and do it again."
"Did you write this plan with your feet?"
The metal folder hit the table with a dull thud, followed by a sentence: "Take it back, it's garbage."
In Xia Tangyue's impression, Wen Zheng has always been a warm brother. No matter what problems arise, he will rub her hair and say, "It's okay, I'm here." This is the first time she has seen his cold and strong side at work. It's like he has become a different person.
She was restless and took a magazine from the bookshelf next to her, trying to divert her attention, but she didn't read a single word. Duanmu Yu next to her saw it and took the initiative to say, "According to my guess, A Zheng will be busy until late. I'll arrange for a driver to take you home."
Xia Tangyue shook his head: "No, it's okay, I can continue to wait for him."
Duanmu Yu hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Wen Zheng has encountered a lot of criticism. Yaoying's original strategic director was from the Li family. He cannot let the other party distract his decision-making power."
Xia Tangyue understood.
The position of strategic director is too core, and Wen Zheng needs to be 100% sure that the person in this position is someone he can trust. The reason why Duanmu Yu was chosen is that they are good friends, and secondly, Duanmu Yu's family background is intertwined in the political and business circles, like a living shield with a bulletproof vest. With him here, even if the people below are dissatisfied, they are afraid of the power behind him and dare not act rashly, which can buy Wen Zheng a critical reform buffer period.
Ten thirty at night.
The first wave of people who had made reports had already left with the documents in their arms, their ties hanging loosely around their necks, with beads of cold sweat still condensing on their foreheads. Half of the executives queuing outside the door were gone, and someone from the president's office invited Duanmu Yu in, leaving Xia Tangyue alone in the lounge.
11:30 pm.
There were only two executives left in line, and Duanmu Yu was still in the president's office.
Twelve thirty at night.
Duanmu Yu left the office. Xia Tangyue looked at the French window opposite, which was still as bright as day, and his mood gradually became gloomy. He leaned on the armrest of the sofa and squinted his eyes.
One o'clock in the morning.
A pair of big hands gently lifted her up and changed her sleeping position to a more comfortable one. Xia Tangyue slowly opened her eyes and saw the pair of bloodshot eyes under Wen Zheng's eyebrows. His stubble cast a dark shadow in the warm light. His tie was flying and a few strands of hair on his forehead were raised.
"Brother?" Xia Tangyue opened her arms to him in a daze. Wen Zheng hugged her and rubbed her face with his head, like a stuffed bear that needed comfort.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." His voice was hoarse, as if he had rolled in the sand twice.
Xia Tangyue poured him a glass of warm water and sat next to him: "They said... is it true?" She looked at him with a distressed look.
Wen Zheng met her eyes and nodded.
Xia Tangyue: "But why? You obviously hate your biological father so much. If you left Yaoying without hesitation, why do you come back now? Have you forgiven him?"
Wen Zheng didn't say anything for a long time.
He hugged her shoulders, his breathing rhythm was half a beat slower than usual, and his chin unconsciously rested on the top of her head and gently stroked it.
"Because my brother is not strong enough." He smiled faintly and said, "Are you unhappy that my brother is the president?"
Xia Tangyue wrinkled his nose, very dissatisfied: "I can feel that this is not what you want. Are you doing this because of my family? In fact, you don't have to care about them. What they think is their business. It can't hinder me."
Wen Zheng touched her head lovingly.
"Don't worry, brother knows what he's doing. Come on, let's go home."
Wen Zheng's departure from the office marked the end of the day's high-pressure operation of the entire company. Employees who had been working overtime dragged their tired bodies out one after another. The fiddle-leaf fig in the corner shook its leaves gently in the night breeze, as if it finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
When they arrived at the garage, Wen Zimo was already waiting there. Wen Zheng briefly explained to Xia Tangyue the relationship between him and Wen Zimo.
On the way, Wen Zimo was in charge of driving, while Wen Zheng leaned back in the back seat with his eyes closed, his fingertips still holding his phone, on the screen was an unfinished market analysis report. His tie was loosened and hung around his neck, and the second button of his shirt had unbuttoned at some point, revealing his strong and attractive collarbone.
Seeing how tired he was, Xia Tangyue buried his face in his shoulder and took a deep breath. He put his hand on the back of his tense neck and slowly rubbed the stiff muscle knots with his thumb.
Return to the flat bank of the Platinum River.
As soon as he opened the door, Wen Zheng couldn't wait to hug Xia Tangyue and pushed her into the living room step by step. He clasped the back of her neck with his hot palms, and a few strands of messy hair leaked out between his fingers.
Before Xia Tangyue could react, his bearded jaw brushed across her sensitive earlobe and bit her earlobe lightly. Then, his hot lips pressed down heavily, and his tongue tip pried open her slightly open lips and teeth, turning all his fatigue and forbearance into a surging demand.
"Hmm..." Xia Tangyue was unable to resist his attack and was pressed down on the sofa by Wen Zheng. His palms tightly clasped her wrists, his warm breath swept across her flushed cheeks, and his tie fell down and rubbed her hot earlobes.
Just as they were kissing passionately, the crystal chandelier in the living room suddenly lit up.
The blinding white light made Xia Tangyue squint subconsciously, and then he heard the crisp sound of broken glass - Zhuang Chen, who was wearing pajamas, stood at the door of the guest room, his pupils suddenly shrank, looking at them in surprise, his voice trembling.
"You, you, you guys!"
What did he see?
He exploded!
His brother and sister were kissing on the couch? ! !
Zhuang Chen pinched his thigh hard.
pain!
He was not dreaming, it was real, his brother and sister kissed.
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