Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

The new official took office three times. Shen Zhichu went to Li's early in the morning to go through the entry procedures, took over the Nanshui Island project, talked with Zhao Qian in detail all morning, and held a meeting in the afternoon.

Shen Zhichu hadn't gone to work for nearly half a year, and Zhao Qian thought she couldn't get used to it for a while, but he didn't want to sort out their plan that they had prepared for months in just a few hours.

All I can say is that she really deserves to be President Li's woman.

Shen Zhichu is wearing an OL suit, a shirt and a wrap skirt to modify her slim figure, her long hair is tied into a high ponytail, and she is capable and feminine.

After everyone arrived, Shen Zhichu sat down on the chair, glanced down, and said, "The meeting is on."

.......

A meeting lasted for two hours, and Shen Zhichu hadn't had such a high-intensity job for a long time. From morning to five in the afternoon, she only had two quick bites of lunch, and now she was thirsty and hungry.

Shen Zhichu had to terminate the meeting, overturned several design concepts and asked for redoing, and arranged for someone to do market research.

Nanshui Island has a large area. In addition to the main playground, there are other things to be done, such as a food street. There are many things that can be incorporated into these. Once they are done well, they will only make money but not lose.

After Shen Zhichu's meeting ended, Zhao Qian said, "Mr. Shen, Mr. Li is waiting for you in the office."

Shen Zhichu leaned against the executive desk, turned the pen and looked at the computer without raising his head: "What is he waiting for me for?"

Zhao Qian reminded: "Of course it's waiting for you to go home, Mr. Shen, it's time to get off work now."

Shen Zhichu's face was expressionless: "I'll work overtime for a while, if you have something urgent, you can get off work first."

"..." He is an assistant, how dare he leave before the boss is off work?He felt in his heart that Shen Zhichu was tricking him.

Besides, when Li Jingshen asked him to "assist" Shen Zhichu, he actually asked him to handle the entire project.

Zhao Qian looked at Shen Zhichu's computer curiously to see what she was busy with, but his expression froze when he saw the content on it.

"Mr. Shen, Qin's is not on our cooperation list."

"Now he's on the list." She is the arbiter of this project, and she has the final say on who to cooperate with in the future.

It was she who caused Qin Mo to go abroad, and also caused the Qin family to suffer heavy losses and almost go bankrupt. She must make up for it.

Shen Zhichu's face was stubborn, and Zhao Qian could tell from her tone that there was nothing to say. He stood aside and watched as Shen Zhichu called Qin's company to make an appointment.

The time is tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, and the address is Qin's company.

Li Shi took the initiative to come to discuss cooperation. This kind of thing was unprecedented. Shen Zhichu acted decisively and decided to let the two cooperate to complete the signing of the legal contract as quickly as possible. Only in this way can she feel at ease.

After hanging up the phone, it was nearly six o'clock, Shen Zhichu put away the computer, took out his mobile phone and looked at several text messages from Li Jingshen asking her when she got off work, and went home together and other digressions.

Shen Zhichu stepped on high heels and walked out of the office. She felt dizzy after high tension and then suddenly relaxed. Her current body is really difficult to adapt to. Her body is sometimes hot and cold, and her skin arouses goosebumps. She can feel the cloth rubbing against her skin. Subtle pains.

Shen Zhichu frowned slightly, and sent a text message to Li Jingshen: "I'm going downstairs."

"The parking lot at the gate is waiting for you."

Li Jingshen parked the car in the most conspicuous place. He leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette in his hand. The smoke was green and limp. When he saw Shen Zhichu, he subconsciously wiped it out with his hands, ignoring the tingling pain on his fingertips. Throw the cigarettes in the trash.