In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Inside the wall is the manager's office in Building 1.

Shang Zhongtang wolfed down his breakfast in a hurry.

"Dad, eat slowly." Shang Hongji curled his lips and said. "Isn't it just a summons from the Third Courtyard? As for being so excited? Can you please give me some city government?"

"What the hell do you know?" Shang Zhongtang took two bites of the bun. "This time, the deans of the three hospitals and the second hospital came to talk to me at the same time. After meeting those two deans last time, I became the host the next day. Counting the time, dad has not made any progress in almost five years."

"Ouch." Shang Hongji's eyes turned red and he said jealously. "Dad, are you doing this for me?"

"It's hard to say." Shang Zhongtang said implicitly, suppressing the corner of his mouth that was harder than AK. "But my performance in the past few years has been good, and the KPIs that I need to complete have been exceeded, so it is reasonable to make a move."

Shang Hongji was a little sour, and said in a strange tone: "A while ago, our Beimang faction got into trouble in the backyard, and you, the core backbone of the Beimang faction, were summoned so suddenly. Dad, I'm not throwing cold water on you, but I always feel a little bit ominous. Premonition.”

Shang Zhongtang raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at his daughter: "Are you young? Do you know who else was summoned with me this time?"

"Who?" Shang Hongji asked.

"Your Aunt Zhao." Shang Zhongtang said with narrowed eyes. "Iron Lady Zhao Changying."

"Her."

Shang Hongji was about to suffer from pink eye, and it was basically confirmed that the little old man was going to make serious progress: "Aunt Zhao is not from our Beimang department, and she still has that kind of relationship, Dad, you should be stable this time... "

After a pause, Shang Hongji said with a solemn face: "Dad, as long as we are rich and honorable, don't forget each other."

Shang Zhongtang happily drank half a bowl of salty soy milk and felt very swollen.

……

Zhao Changying's office.

Old Mo Han sneaked in and had breakfast with the woman.

Look at how happy this woman is, she is even more beautiful than when she received her marriage certificate for the first time.

"Stop just looking at the beauty, eat more." Han Laomo took a soup dumpling and put it into Zhao Changying's bowl.

"I won't eat anymore." Zhao Changying sucked in her belly. She was very particular about her personal image and wanted to maintain her most beautiful appearance. "If you eat too much, you will have a small belly."

Old Demon Han rolled his eyes: "Smelly."

After taking a bite of the soup dumpling, Han Laomo reminded: "Please pay attention to your attitude later. Don't just take it if the leader gives it to you. Please be polite. The leader is most annoyed by subordinates who are not humble."

Zhao Changying frowned and said: "My business ability is obvious to all, and my performance is also far ahead. Why am I being so polite?"

"I'm worried that someone is gossiping outside."

Han Laomo said calmly: "Your identity is inherently sensitive, and you have that kind of relationship above. If you don't know, you thought you were using the back door to trust the relationship."

"My body is upright and I am not afraid of slanting shadows." Zhao Changying stood up and went out. "Have a clear conscience."

Outside the gate of the third courtyard.

Zhao Changying met with Shang Zhongtang.

Boss Shang was full of enthusiasm and his face was full of joy: "Mr. Zhao, congratulations, I really benefited from you this time."

The corners of Zhao Changying's lips curled up slightly, but he did not deny it and was very modest: "I haven't even written my horoscope yet."

Shang Zhongtang covered his mouth and snickered, his face full of enthusiasm: "I'm ashamed, I really want to make progress."

The bastard doesn't want to make progress...

Zhao Changying, who was feeling happy and happy, stood with his hands behind his hands, pursed his lips and said, "Go in and see the leader."

"OK."

Shang Zhongtang waved his hand, inviting Iron Lady to come forward.

In terms of qualifications, Shang Zhongtang is not inferior to Zhao Changying.

But since the Beimang Clan was exposed, the big guys in the wall all looked at the Iron Lady with admiration. They kept being polite when they should, and kept talking to each other when they should.

The work was getting better, the salary was higher, and even those who usually had conflicts with her behaved with their tail between their legs.

Zhao Changying felt that his second spring was almost here.

Entered the third courtyard.

The two were led into a highly private conference room.

The curtains in the conference room were closed tightly and the light was very dark.

Seven or eight leaders of the three major courtyards were sitting on both sides, and the two chief deans were sitting firmly among them, which looked like the process of being promoted.

Shang Zhongtang raised his waist and greeted him, very flatteringly.

Zhao Changying was confident and strong-backed. He nodded slightly and took his seat.

"Did I let you sit down?"

In the darkness, an old and majestic voice suddenly sounded: "Xiao Zhao, you are getting more and more ignorant of the rules!"

Shang Zhongtang's butt almost touched the chair, and he quickly bounced up, standing tremblingly at the table.

Zhao Changying's face changed suddenly. He stood up. He felt embarrassed again.

But not standing up is not in line with her mood of wanting to make progress...

For a moment, I stuck my butt out slightly, neither standing nor sitting, which was a bit awkward.

The dean of the second hospital gave him a slap in the face.

Dean Chen chuckled, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Xiao Zhao Xiaoshang, I called you here this time mainly because I want to understand some situations with you. Don't be nervous."

"Dean Chen, please tell me."

Shang Zhongtang stood stiffly next to Zhao Changying, more like a junior reporting the situation.

"I heard from people below that there are people forming cliques and colluding in the wall recently..." Dean Chen smiled kindly, but with a hint of sinisterness. "Is this happening?"

After he finished speaking, he just glanced at Shang Zhongtang, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Changying's face.

Zhao Changying was shocked and his face was stiff.

Shang Zhongtang, who was standing aside, was sweating profusely on the spot.

Isn't this a point about Beimang style?