"No, no, no!" Qian Zhong put down his teacup and held my hand:
"Boss Zheng! You are our God of Wealth!"
Qian Zhong's palms were sweating and shaking a little.
"Don't be like this, Mr. Qian. I'm the leader, so naturally I have to take care of our own business. But let me be frank. If you can't meet my requirements, don't blame me for being rude."
Qian Zhong patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, President Zheng! You almost asked me."
Seeing Qian Zhong's attitude, I felt relieved:
"Do your best, Mr. Qian. I've also won the project for the individual terminal. Once I've finished the design, I'll be in our pilot production department."
Qian Zhongyi slapped his thigh, tears of excitement almost falling:
"Boss Zheng! What can I say? Lijun, go order Teacher Cang's clock and let Boss Zheng relax today."
Who? Why does this name sound familiar?
Shang Lijun immediately made a phone call, and I felt a little uneasy.
"Um... Mr. Qian! I know you want to thank me, but there are some programs I really can't appear on. After all, I still..."
How can I describe it? I've practiced virgin kung fu for so many years, and even if it breaks, I can't find a prostitute, right?
No matter how advanced she is.
Qian Zhong looked at me for a long time before he suddenly realized:
"Ha... Mr. Zheng, what are you thinking? Teacher Cang is a famous massage master here, very formal."
This made me blush: "That's good... hehe... that's good."
Qingzhuxuan!
Right in the middle of a bamboo forest, there is a small two-story bamboo building.
Shang Lijun brought me here, pointed inside and told me to go in by myself.
It’s not quite accurate to call it a bamboo building; it looks more like a large pavilion made of bamboo.
There is white gauze all around. When the wind blows, the gauze rises and you can see the mist curling up.
"Is Mr. Zheng here?" The voice was so gentle and beautiful that it made my heart itch.
"Ah! My last name is Zheng."
"Then please undress before coming in, sir."
What? Take it off outside?
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