Armor: I can only summon the general

After nearly ten minutes, a majestic voice came from the phone receiver.

"I know about this. Call the old chairman and see what his opinion is."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away. Leader, I'll hang up now. I'll get back to you later."

As soon as Editor Liao finished speaking, the person on the other side hung up the phone. Not only did Editor Liao not complain at all, but he was also very happy. The fact that the leader said this showed that he already had an intention.

Not daring to delay at all, he picked up his cell phone and dialed another landline number. This number was a landline dedicated to the old chairman's secretary. Generally, the old chairman would give instructions to the secretary first, and then the secretary would use this number. Go notify others.

At the company headquarters, everyone from the boss to the clerks must obey the arrangement as long as they receive this call. No one in the company can directly contact the old chairman. Even if the bosses want to see the old chairman, they must call this number first. .

In other words, as long as you call this number, you can know what the old chairman means.

The phone rang twice and was connected, but was immediately hung up by the person on the other side.

Listening to the beeping sound coming from the receiver, Editor Liao became excited again, covering his mouth and laughing silently, looking a little crazy.

According to their agreed-upon code, the phone was connected, but no one spoke, and then hung up again. This meant that the old chairman already knew about the matter, but he did not want to interfere in the disputes of his subordinates, so he could let them go as they pleased. Do it according to your own thoughts.

Isn't this tantamount to acquiescing to their actions?

After covering his mouth and laughing for a while, Editor Liao quickly calmed down, took out his mobile phone and called back to his previous leader, conveying the old chairman's intention, and then shut his mouth and waited for the reply from the other party.

After dozens of seconds, the majestic voice came from the phone again.

"Come here for a meeting in the afternoon, bring everything you need to bring."

"Yes, yes, thank you for the promotion. I will do a good job."

"Beep beep..." The person on the other side hung up the phone again.

After putting down the phone, Editor Liao could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He was still worried before the call. Now that the call was over, the initial goal was basically achieved, and his mood couldn't be better.

Of the two calls Chief Editor Liao made, the first one was to the boss of their department. As long as the boss didn't directly refuse, then his information would be useful.

Although the second phone call did not say a word, it was more useful than a thousand words. If the old chairman did not agree, then the leaders would not be able to do anything they wanted to do.

Now it's okay, the leaders are interested, and the old chairman has no objections. This matter is basically a done deal. As long as he can perform well at the meeting in the afternoon, he will definitely be the editor of this huge pie. One serving.

Editor Liao lay comfortably in the car, raised his head and looked at the clouds in the sky through the windshield. The wisps of gauze-like white clouds floated freely in the sky, which made Editor Liao very intoxicated.

At the entrance of Xingfu Dumpling Restaurant, a yellow coupe pulled over and two handsome guys got out of the car.

"Sir, is this your friend's restaurant you mentioned?"

William adjusted his suit. He seemed to maintain the image of a middle-class elite at all times.

Bei Miao sneered at William's actions. He was a foreigner with hair all over his body. If he didn't take a shower for a day, it would be difficult for people to get close to him. No matter how beautiful his appearance was, what was the use? But he still chose to be tolerant. After all, who doesn't have a little problem?

"Come on William, don't underestimate this place. Although it is small and inconspicuous, we have an old saying, "The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley." Delicious food will always be hidden in these small restaurants. Trust me, wait. It will definitely give you a big surprise.”

Bei Miao took William and walked in. It was already past dinner time and there were no customers at any table in the dumpling restaurant. Only Xinnan was sitting in front of the piano practicing in the front room.

William tilted his head towards Beimiao and asked in a low voice: "Sir, is this a specialty of their restaurant? Enjoying delicious food accompanied by piano music is really wonderful."

"Shhh, keep your voice down and don't disturb him. This is the friend I told you about. His family owns this restaurant."

Beimiao made a silent gesture toward William and pointed to the window.

William understood immediately, and the two of them walked to the table with gentle steps, gently pulled out the chairs and sat down, quietly listening to Xin Nan playing the piano.

Listening to the pleasant sound of the piano, Beimiao's heart gradually calmed down. He felt a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. It would be better if he could have another cup of tea at this time.

A few minutes later, when Xinnan finished playing a piece of music, William immediately clapped his hands and motioned to Beimiao, asking him to applaud with him.

Beimiao hesitated for a moment, unable to bear William's heckles, and clapped along with him.

Hearing the applause that rang out one after another, Xinnan turned his head politely and gave them a slight signal. At the same time, he also saw Beimiao and the white young man opposite him.

Although he was a little confused, but in line with the principle that visitors are guests, Xinnan still got up and walked over to greet them.

"You're here in Beimiao, aren't you busy today?"

"It's okay, it happens almost every day anyway, I'm a little used to it."

Beimiao smiled and greeted Xinnan. No matter how big his prejudices were in his heart, he couldn't express them at this time. After all, this was Xinnan's home, and besides, there were outsiders here. At present, Beimiao still had some principles. He would rather Let these matters be resolved within the team.

Xinnan nodded slightly, then turned his eyes to the white young man aside.

"Is this your friend?"

Beimiao stretched out his hand and waved to William, and said with a smile: "Let me introduce to you, this is my secretary, William Oldham, from California. I specially asked for this from my father. It's My right-hand man, I mentioned him yesterday."

Xinnan thought about it and remembered that Beimiao did mention this person yesterday.

"Is this the person who went to the construction site for you yesterday?"

William stood up with a smile on his face, solemnly adjusted his suit, and then extended his hand to Xin Nan.

"That's right, it's me. Nice to meet you, Mr. Pianist."

Xinnan also stretched out his hand to shake his hand and said calmly: "I'm glad to meet you too, but I'm not a pianist. I'm still far from it."

"Sir, you are too humble. Your level can already surpass that of many people. You are much better than me."

William said sincerely.

"Okay, okay, stop using this diplomatic rhetoric."

Beimiao interrupted the conversation between the two. He knew William well, and with his politeness, if he hadn't spoken, the two of them would probably have talked until dark, and then he took Xinnan and William to sit down together.