Chapter 23 The Second Collaboration
Zhu Yanshi felt that Song Zhiyu was too obsessed with being an idol, no, he was too obsessed with being a CEO.
Isn't hugging the mat just like taking a shit?
What's the price drop?
But after staring at the expression on his face for a while, the other party became even angrier, with an aura that could travel two miles.
Despite being very pretentious, he still returned to the car, rolled down the window, and said something coldly.
"Take a taxi back by yourself."
Zhu Yanshi felt that this person was awkward and weird, like a piece of stone, no, even more changeable than the weather.
Carrying my backpack, I roughly checked the balance of my bank card.
I had previously earned 100,000 yuan by being the matchmaker for Song Zhiyu and Fu Qi'an, and I also paid 100,000 yuan as hush money to Song Zhiyu. Together with the 80,000 yuan I received this time, minus the 30,000 yuan I paid out, the total was 250,000 yuan.
He told Xu Jun that if the other party wanted to pay back the money, he should give it to Song Zhiyu, and the 30,000 yuan would be paid by Song Zhiyu.
This not only stabilizes Song Zhiyu's relationship with Xu Jun, but also deepens the bond between them, so that they are not just partners but also develop into friends.
Xu Jun is a rare talent in Song Zhiyu's company. The two complement each other, and Zhu Yanshi benefits from it, which creates a win-win situation.
This matter was completed perfectly, and Zhu Yanshi further strengthened his confidence.
He was walking and thinking on the road, and when he stopped at an intersection, a black car drove by.
The car window slowly rolled down again.
When Zhu Yanshi turned his head, he saw Song Zhiyu's face again.
"Get in the car."
The other party only uttered two words.
Zhu Yanshi was a man who knew the current situation very well. The moment the other party's voice fell, he opened the passenger door and sat in it.
Fasten the seat belt in one smooth motion without any delay.
"I'm going back to school. Please trouble Mr. Song."
Mr. Song was stunned.
"You're not reserved at all?"
"Same here." Zhu Yanshi smiled servilely.
“…”
On the way back to school, Zhu Yanshi hummed along with the music in the car.
Suddenly thinking of something, he turned his head to look at the man's profile.
"When will you go back to school?"
"Help you pursue Yuan Qing..."
"I have to finish my work first after a while."
Song Zhiyu was steering the car.
"If you have any work needs later, you can come to me. I will take on outsourcing."
Zhu Yanshi spoke with a smile, promoting himself shamelessly.
"We have WeChat, so business cards probably aren't necessary..."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window and pointed at the lush flowers blooming along the roadside.
"What kind of flowers are those over there?"
“Camellia.”
Song Zhiyu just took a glance.
"Wow! Mr. Song knows so much!"
Zhu Yanshi would never let his words go to waste, so he flattered.
Song Zhiyu only felt the sarcasm in the boy's words.
After sending the person to the school gate, Song Zhiyu watched him get off the car.
The black and white plaid shirt that Zhu Yanshi was wearing fluttered in the wind. The wind blew through the boy's hair on his forehead. He looked free and easy as he ran against the wind.
But the boy ran towards another man.
Song Zhiyu narrowed his eyes and saw Yuan Qing, whose shoulder he had put his arm around.
The man seemed to have noticed something and glanced over coldly. Through the car window, the two men looked at each other.
Song Zhiyu narrowed his eyes.
He didn't get out of the car or move, but just kept tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. He clearly saw a hint of warning in Yuan Qing's eyes.
What was he warning himself about?
Song Zhiyu's gaze turned to Zhu Yanshi's profile again, and he could see a sincere and well-behaved smile on the other person's face.
A sweet smile ripples in her soft and fair skin, her eyes are slightly curved, and starlight leaks from her eyelashes.
He seemed to have never smiled so beautifully at himself.
Song Zhiyu was lost in thought.
Only after the two people standing not far away had long disappeared did he slowly regain his composure, turn the steering wheel, and leave the school.
On the way back to the company, Song Zhiyu's brows were tightly furrowed.
Sitting in front of the office and looking at the puppy on the table, he realized how ridiculous his thoughts and actions were.
He actually cared about Zhu Yan.
And I began to have a very different opinion of this person. He was no longer a useless loser who accomplished nothing and was full of lies...
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Xinqi Technology has recently discovered a strange thing.
Song Zhiyu's requirements for his assistant became increasingly demanding, from small matters like the placement of teacups to big matters like words and deeds during diplomacy.
It's like I'm in menopause, my mood is unpredictable and I can't stand everything.
Until Assistant Zhang raised a key question in the tea room yesterday.
"Who is Mr. Song thinking about?"
"Before, as long as we didn't make any fundamental mistakes, he wouldn't bother with such minor issues."
A little girl next to her took a sip of coffee dejectedly, forced herself to concentrate, stared at the white sky outside the window, and sighed deeply.
“Then we won’t lose our jobs, right?”
"That won't happen." Assistant Zhang pushed his glasses on his nose.
"If we want to get through this difficult time, the first thing we need to do is help the president solve his problems."
The decision was made and the work was done immediately. The secretariat scattered like birds and beasts and began to search for the root cause that forced President Song to be so picky.
Is it because of the matter or the people...
Song Zhiyu was sitting in the office resting. He had just seen off a wave of clients and was now exhausted. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers constantly rubbing his eyebrows.
Hearing a knock on the door, the man slowly opened his eyes.
"Come in."
Assistant Zhang placed the coffee next to Song Zhiyu. He saw the president pick up the coffee and take a sip, then his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
He spoke tentatively, the pent-up courage within him swelling.
Just this once.
"Mr. Song, what have you been worried about recently?"
Assistant Zhang is different from other assistants. He has followed Song Zhiyu since the company was founded. They trust each other very much. Assistant Zhang has accompanied Song Zhiyu to many business meetings, big and small.
When asked this question, Song Zhiyu, who was staring at the coffee in a trance, raised the corner of his eye and put the coffee on the table next to him.
The man put his feet on the ground and turned his chair so that his back was facing Assistant Zhang.
"Why do you ask?"
"Your recent temper has caused panic throughout the company."
Assistant Zhang pointed it out bluntly.
He knew Song Zhiyu's character and was definitely not the kind of person who would get angry just because someone pointed out his mistakes.
After saying this, the office fell into silence.
Song Zhiyu's fingers tapped the armrest lightly again and again, and after a moment, he smiled.
"I've been in a bad mood lately..."
"The upcoming summit will last for a week, and we need to go to other provinces for exchanges and presentations."
"I've been wondering who to take with me..."
"You already have a candidate."
Assistant Zhang took over what Song Zhiyu was about to say.
"There's nothing to worry about. If you think he can do it, then he can do it."
The man had a proper smile on his face. When he left the office, he heard a man sitting in an office chair with his back to him add something very casually.
"There's no personal relationship..."
The office door finally closed. Song Zhiyu turned his head and looked towards the door, then cleared his throat and adjusted the buttons on his collar.
This is none of his business. It was Assistant Zhang's suggestion.
He just adopted this advice.
The call was dialed and quickly picked up, and Song Zhiyu's lips naturally lifted up.
A young man's vague voice came from the other side, obviously he had just woken up.
"do what?"
"Come to my company. I have something important to discuss with you."
There was no expression on Song Zhiyu's face, but one of his eyebrows was raised high and his chin was also raised, showing a proud and arrogant attitude.
When he said this, he himself felt that the tone of charity was a little inappropriate.
The voice coming from the other side instantly became lively.
"Assign me a new job?"
Song Zhiyu hummed a word from his nose proudly.
"Um."
Be grateful.
Sure enough, flattering words kept coming out like a string of beads.
"Mr. Song is truly broad-minded and far-sighted, capable of embracing all possibilities and discerning the best!"
Every time an idiom popped up, Song Zhiyu felt that the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK. He felt comfortable both physically and mentally, and his back straightened a lot.
When I hung up the phone, I turned around and saw my smug face in the mirror.
“…”
What is he happy about?
After staring at the folder on the desktop and thinking for a long time, Song Zhiyu came up with an extremely absurd reason for himself from some corner.
——He didn’t want the pearl to be covered in dust.
Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to trivial matters.
People as short-sighted as Zhu Yanshi only care about petty gains and want the opportunity to be with him.
If you can grasp this point and take advantage of the other party's not-so-stupid brain, why not do it?
He is the ultimate winner.
Song Zhiyu opened the document with peace of mind, picked up the pen and began to sign the document quickly. After signing, he suddenly remembered something and called the secretariat again.
"Send some dessert to the office in ten minutes."
After the phone call ended, a certain domineering CEO sat smugly in his seat for five minutes, lamenting that there was no one in the world more caring than himself.
She could actually forgive the person who once coveted her and arrange his favorite food for him.
"Why……"
Song Zhiyu shook his head.
It's a real bummer that people are so attractive.
Time passed by minute by minute, and when Zhu Yanshi scanned the shared bicycle and rode over, half an hour had passed since the phone call.
God knows how he managed to find the energy to answer the phone during his nap. After hanging up, he sat on the bed in a daze, his mind still replaying the scene of himself turning into a bee and sucking nectar in the garden.
After a moment, he shook his head, casually grabbed his long black hair twice, then quickly got out of bed and changed his clothes.
There was no one else in the dormitory. Everyone was busy with their own things. Yuan Qing was busy participating in a competition recently and needed to go out for tutoring, so he had no time to stay in the dormitory at all.
Zhu Yanshi ran out of the school gate and scanned a shared bicycle. He almost stood up and stepped on the accelerator. When he got downstairs to the company, he checked the time on his mobile phone.
He quickly ran into the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
When someone knocked on the office door, Zhu Yanshi heard a voice coming from inside. He pushed the door open and saw a domineering CEO sitting on the sofa with his arms supporting the armrest.
He looked at himself with a raised eyebrow, and on the coffee table in front of him were stacks of exquisite desserts.
Song Zhiyu pointed to the seat next to him.
"sit."
With a pleasant attitude.
Zhu Yanshi felt a chill on his back.
It’s over, like the last meal before execution.
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