She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

After a while of greetings and introductions, everyone took their seats.

The old professor was placed in the main seat, while Zhou Hanzhi and Yan Dong sat on either side of the old professor. As for Wu Ling and I, knowing that we were in the wrong, we sat at the bottom seat honestly and took on the task of serving tea and pouring water.

Everyone was present, and the waiter enthusiastically invited everyone to order with an exquisite menu in hand. The old professor had been teaching and educating people for most of his life, and he was a role model, so he naturally gave up the opportunity to order to Zhou Hanzhi.

But Zhou Hanzhi didn't take the menu. He simply said "whatever" and pushed the menu back.

The old professor looked at the menu that was pushed back, a flash of embarrassment flashed across his thin face.

At this time, Yan Dong took the menu and smoothed things over by saying, "Thanks to the director for your kindness, you're welcome."

After Yan Dong asked the waiter for a group meal, he looked at Wu Ling and me and asked, "Is there anything else you want to add?"

Wu Ling smiled and said, "Just follow the leader's orders. Do whatever you want."

"By the way," Yan Dong seemed to suddenly remember something important. He turned his head and his eyes fell on the waiter, "Have you stir-fried the pork loin?"

The waiter looked stunned and asked, "Yes, sir. Would you like it to be mildly spicy or very spicy?"

"It's slightly spicy," Yan Dong looked at me and said, "Nanxu's stomach is not very good, so he can't eat heavy food."

Only then did I realize that Yan Dong’s dish was specially ordered for me. I was surprised and a little embarrassed, so I added: “It doesn’t matter, I also follow the leadership’s arrangements.”

The waiter nodded lightly, quietly stepped aside, and said softly: "Now that you have selected the dishes, I will go to the kitchen to make arrangements."

Just as the waiter turned around, a sudden voice suddenly sounded: "Wait a minute, I want to add another dish."

The person who spoke was none other than Zhou Hanzhi.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and I heard the man say in a calm and peaceful tone: "Add another dish, slider chicken with mushrooms."

When I heard the name of the dish, I immediately looked at Zhou Hanzhi, and my eyes collided. I tried to find out some emotions from these black eyes, but there was nothing. The eyes were still the same calm ones, and the eyes were still the same. Shuanggujing Wubo's eyes.

My mind flashed back to the recent meal at the Nanjing University cafeteria. On that occasion, Zhou Hanzhi and Lin Xixi had mushroom and chicken rice bowl, while Yan Dong and I ordered stir-fried pork loin.

Is it a coincidence?

As an outsider, the old professor certainly didn't know this, so he said cheerfully: "So Hanzhi, you like Cantonese food, which is really unexpected."

Zhou Hanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and asked the old professor: "Is there any?"

"In the cold, you and Yandong, one is like cold jade, the other is like warm sun, one likes the light and delicious taste of Cantonese cuisine, and the other likes the fresh, sour and spicy Shandong cuisine, but..."

When the old professor said this, he paused and said, "In some aspects, the aesthetics are surprisingly similar."

Wu Ling immediately applauded: "A leader is a leader. He is indeed a clear-sighted person and knows every detail! Wu Ling substitutes tea for wine and gives you a toast, teacher."

The old professor was also in a good mood: "Look, put a high hat on me again."

Yan Dong immediately answered: "Wu Ling summed it up well. Director, you want to drink this cup of tea."

A few words of ridicule and a few jokes, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

But at this time, Zhou Hanzhi was like a silent stone, always cherishing words like gold. His silence made me a little uneasy.

While chatting, the old professor suddenly changed the topic. He looked at Zhou Hanzhi beside him and said with a bit of appreciation and emotion, "But you all have to study hard with Hanzhi. In today's era, people like him There are very few entrepreneurs who still think about their alma mater even when they are successful."

"Professor, you are overestimating me." Zhou Hanzhi's expression remained unchanged and his voice was calm: "I haven't done anything."

"Hanzhi, you are too modest. Rongyu is willing to replace the computer room equipment for the hospital, which can save the hospital from the fire." The old professor did not hesitate to praise, with some excitement in his words, "You must know that those electronic equipment should have been eliminated long ago. Two Three million is not a small amount."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Hanzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and surprise flashed in his black eyes.

The next second, I heard him say: "How was this amount calculated?"

His tone was low and magnetic, as if carrying an invisible pressure.

"Look at me, I'm just chatting," Yan Dong said reproachfully, and responded, "This amount was initially calculated by the financial department. If Mr. Zhou feels there is anything inappropriate, we can discuss it. As for the flow of money, Finance The department will detail the accounts and submit them one by one to Rongyu for review."

I immediately added: "This is also detailed in the project book."

With the words in black and white on the paper, Zhou Hanzhi should be relieved.

What's more, this amount has also been approved by Hongtu's financial department and can withstand scrutiny.

"So, is this what Manager Meng means, or... Professor Yan?"

The hasty question caused the atmosphere to turn sharply. My smile was like a lake blown by the cold wind, and it instantly froze on my face. The old professor also noticed something was wrong and said bluntly: "Hanzhi, do you think there is something wrong?" Is there anything wrong?"

Zhou Hanzhi took a sip of tea and responded, "I will seriously consider this matter."

He didn't object, but he didn't agree either.

The attitude is ambiguous.

The atmosphere condensed instantly, and the old professor was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to answer the question, and his face turned red and white.

At this time, the waiter knocked on the door to serve the food, and also brought the drinks. When they were handed to the old professor, he waved his hand: "Forget it, I am too old to drink these."

The wine turned into tea, and the meal ended up being tasteless.

After dinner, a group of us came to the parking lot together. Yan Dong was responsible for seeing off the old professor. There were still four people left there: Wu Ling, Zhou Hanzhi and Zeng Zhi.

The old professor's words before leaving, "The world is in decline," still ring in my ears, clearly revealing the capitalists' calculating criticisms.

Wu Ling shook the car keys and said angrily, "I'm going to drive first. Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for saving us the driving fee tonight."

Zeng Zhi rolled his eyes when he saw this: "I'll move the car too."

Within a moment, only Zhou Hanzhi and I were left standing quietly.

Thinking about the embarrassing situation I was in not long ago, I felt like I was burning with fire. I tried to control my tone and said, "Mr. Zhou, did we have an agreement on school-enterprise cooperation before?"

"and then?"

"I think that since both of us have signed a supplementary agreement, we should abide by the content of the agreement," I argued, "If you feel that the amount is not appropriate, we can discuss it privately. You should not make it in front of the old professor." I can’t get off the stage.”

The donation content is clearly stated in the supplementary agreement.

What's more, two million dollars can be exchanged for a positive corporate image. With Nanda's influence, Rongyu can only make a profit but not lose money.

This is something that even Feng Wenzhuo wants to understand, and it is impossible for him, Zhou Hanzhi, not to understand.

Unless he was choking on purpose.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, and my tone couldn't help but become a bit stiff.

"Is there a specific amount mentioned in the supplementary agreement?" Zhou Hanzhi interrupted me abruptly, as if he had found a loophole in the contract again, and sneered coldly: "Meng Nanxu, do you think Rongyu is a charity, stupid To make wedding clothes for others?"

I looked at Zhou Hanzhi blankly, and it took me a long time to say something: "You are truly a well-deserved businessman."

"So Meng Nanxu," Zhou Hanzhi suddenly called my name. His eyes were like blades, piercing into the depths of my heart: "Are you now complaining to me on behalf of his Yan Dong?"

I don’t know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that Zhou Hanzhi’s voice trembled inexplicably when he asked this question.