Warm and lustrous

In the afternoon, Jiang Run went to several factories in the countryside to see samples for a batch of belt business in the UK.Yuan Teng International is mainly engaged in light textiles, and the textile suppliers are basically monopolized. For example, the belt foundry he visited today is the list given by the above.

The manufacturers on the list either have amazingly cost-effective products; or they have a close relationship with Yuan Teng International.If you encounter the former, it is the other party begging Jiang Run, and Jiang Run will take the initiative; but when encountering the latter, Jiang Run basically has no room to speak. Can't choose.This is the embarrassment he deals with every day.

The first one I went to was considered a face-saving service, with good tea and water, and the quality of the product was okay after the inspector inspected the product. The manufacturer was so happy that he stuffed several cards into Jiang Run's hand.Of course, Jiang Run couldn't have it. He was in an awkward position, and he absolutely couldn't do such a thing as getting a kickback.

Foreshadowing a good mood, Jiang Run went to the second house.This family is not very easy to deal with. I heard that the boss is a relative of a certain manager of Yuan Teng. talk.

In the eyes of the second type of people, doing business is done on the wine table.

Jiang Run told himself to keep a calm mind, and the public relations staff accompanying him were all top leaders in the wine table. If he was afraid, he would really be unable to accomplish great things.

But this time, it was not as simple as Jiang Run thought.

First of all, the place chosen by the other party was a nightclub, and all the drinking companions were girls from the nightclub. Jiang Run suddenly felt that the two guys under him who could drink could not do anything. Fortunately, the boss of Party B was "considerate" and called out Arrange girls to come and let them choose.

This is...

In the end, Jiang Run chose a girl who looked more innocent. The girl introduced herself as "Xiaoqiu", with a small oval face and a high school student's ponytail.

"Boss Jiang has a good eye~"

Party B’s boss Zhang’s thumb is about to reach Mr. Jiang’s eyes. Jiang Run doesn’t like this kind of "molesting", and he doesn't like others calling "Mr. Diaphragm response.

Boss Zhang is a social guy, so he ordered a bottle of foreign wine for each person, opened the bottle with his own hands, and shouted "Come on", "Come on".

Jiang Run knows what his purpose is, isn't it just to raise the wholesale price?Which businessman is not for money.So you can't get drunk today, whether you sign the contract or not, you can't get drunk.

"Mr. Zhang, are you playing dice? I'll get the dice."

The woman with heavy make-up who was holding Mr. Zhang's arm leaned under the tea seat. The purpose of the deep snow-white groove on her chest was probably to grab the line of sight.

"Xiaodie, here you are..."

Mr. Zhang grabbed Xiaodie's chest unceremoniously, and said with a lewd|smiling smile, "I owe... touch!"

Xiaodie pretended to be ashamed and covered the touched place, and took out a jar of dice with her other hand: "Mr. Zhang~"

Hao Ran quietly observes his words and expressions, Mr. Zhang and this girl from the nightclub are probably old friends.

In this game, [-]% of the people on the field also came from Mr. Zhang's design.

A hand slid down Jiang Run's back to his waist, and wherever the clothes passed, there were goose bumps.

From the corner of his eye, Jiang Run saw a girl named Xiaoqiu approaching him.He smiled: "Mr. Zhang, how can you play this dice?"

"It's just a comparison of size, I lost a cup!"

"Row!"

……

When he was about to get off work, Pei Zeyang found that Jiang Run, who was a few seats away from him, was gone, so he stood up and stretched, and took a look from a distance, but he didn't even see the computer bag on the back of the chair.

he's gone?Where did it go?Why didn't you make a report?

"Hey Xiao Wu," he greeted the interns not far away, "Jiang Run has gone with the order?"

The intern said he didn't know.

"The copy has gone."

Chen Yi stood up and said, with her back to Pei Zeyang, she packed up her things and got ready to leave work.

"Oh." Pei Zeyang rubbed his nose thoughtfully, "Okay, everyone, get ready to get off work."

With an order, all the small staff except the leadership team began to pack their things one after another, and the quiet office suddenly became noisy.

Pei Zeyang took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Run.

The atmosphere in Jiang Run's box was hot. Some were drinking and throwing dice, some were singing and dancing, and some were huddling in the corner with a girl in their arms, not knowing what they were doing.

He couldn't hear the phone ringtone even though it was turned up to the max.

In fact, Pei Zeyang didn't know why he called Jiang Run. He just wanted to make a call. If he couldn't get through, he called another one.

Still no one picked up.

"Damn it!"

Pei Zeyang cursed and went downstairs. When did Jiang Run have the guts to ask him not to answer the phone twice? !

Returning home with a feeling of unhappiness, Pei Zeyang didn't have a good face, he slammed the door a little harder, and was caught by his father.

His old man was standing outside the door of his room leaning on a cane, smashing the door with his cane, and shouting, "Come out!"

"Hold!"

As soon as Pei Zeyang took off his coat, he heard the old man's call, so angry that he threw his coat on the ground: "What are you doing again?!"

Why doesn't this old man become the principal if he is taught twice in three days!

"Come out to me!"

The old man roared again.

There are only three things, the rules of the Pei family.No matter how upset he was, Pei Zeyang went to open the door.

The old man is 70 years old, and his back is hunched, and his whole body has shrunk to 1.6 meters.

And Pei Zeyang, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood in front of his old father, but his aura was not half as big as his father's.

"Look at what you've done!"

The dry old man threw a document on Pei Zeyang and scattered it all over the place.

Pei Zeyang felt that these small documents were like tofu smashing eggs, light and weightless at all, but when the blank papers landed on the ground, he discovered that these papers turned out to be the March performance appraisal.

The performance of the first department fell by 7.2 percentage points, following the 5.9 decline in the previous month, and hit a new high.

"I gave you the position of section chief, set you a monthly growth target of [-]%, and let you eat the fruits of your predecessors, but you still give me this kind of food?"

"Logistics and transportation during the Chinese New Year lead to..."

"Shut up!" The old man was trembling with anger, pointing his thin fingers high at his son who was bowing his head, and cursed: "If you don't have the ability, just spit out the position of section chief, I don't need idlers like you to sit here His position does not seek his own government!"

"dad!"

How could he say that, didn't I try hard? !

"I'll give you another month. If your performance declines again, you should start as a junior staff member. Don't think you can take shortcuts just because you are my son."

shortcut?What is a shortcut, in retrospect, it seems that it has never been taken.

The old man turned away with a face full of disappointment, muttering in his mouth: "I don't know what else you can do besides drinking and playing with women..."

Pei Zeyang felt tight in his chest, and a fire started from his stomach, burned through his chest, and gradually burned to his throat.Every time he heard his father say such things, he was furious. Why did his father always say that he was worthless!

After all, he was admitted to a first-class prestigious school, went abroad to study as a graduate student, and even taught in the finance department of a well-known university after returning to school. Just because he is not familiar with the foreign trade industry and has not made any achievements, he will be demoted to the underground?

No, no, he knew his father hated him for a reason that had been hidden for 30 years.

The golden spoon mother who died of dystocia because of giving birth to him.If she lived, he believed she would be tortured by this old thing with him.

"What were you doing when you were 30? Didn't you drink and chat with women? Did you work when you were 30? Shall I remind you?!"

A raging roar released the anger that had been suppressed for a year.

The crutch stopped, the old man turned his head slowly, his face was ashen, his lower lip trembled: "Can you tell me again?"

I say it again?All right, you upside-down coward!

Pei Zeyang breathed heavily, but did not say a word after all.

This man, after all, is his father.

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Jiang Run was overwhelmed, his face was blushing, and the world was spinning. He didn't know whether it was a person shaking in front of him or his own pupils shaking.

"Mr. Jiang, are you okay?"

Xiaoqiu supported his shoulders, and on the other side, Mr. Zhang gave her winks.

Drag it in, drag it into the room...

"Mr. Jiang, wake up...how about I help you to rest?"

Rest... rest well, rest well.

Jiang Run's brain temporarily lost the consciousness of thinking. Hearing the word rest, he couldn't wait to be relieved.The wine probably released his nature, he was so tired and needed relief.

He was erected in a daze, and he also vaguely saw the staff lying on the sofa.

He sighed helplessly, Mr. Zhang has good means.

The phone rang again, and it was still Pei Zeyang.Only he couldn't hear it.

Xiaoqiu picked up the mobile phone on the sofa and said to herself: "Who is Pei Zeyang?"

who?Pei Zeyang?

Mr. Zhang froze. What Pei Zeyang said was really a familiar figure...

Jiang Run was half awake, struggling to wave his hands: "Give me the phone!"

"Xiao Jiang, you're drunk." Mr. Zhang came over to restrain him, intending to drag him into the VIP room of the nightclub.

Being soft on people and short on mouth when eating people is the same as the unhealthy operation in the market.Mr. Zhang wanted to get him drunk and let him do Xiaoqiu. In this way, Jiang Run ate his people, and he had to do it if he didn't do this loss-making business.

"Give me the phone!"

I don't know where the strength came from, Jiang Runyi snatched the mobile phone that Mr. Zhang had stuffed into his pocket with all his strength, and accidentally slammed it on the coffee table. The place was chaotic, completely gone from the way it looked when it first came in.

A promiscuous | messy venue cannot be called a business venue.

"Hey, Chief Pei~"

In a panic, he accurately pressed the answer button, and Jiang Run smiled: "Section Chief Pei, I'm not drunk, I'm very strong today, I'm not drunk at all..."

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