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"It's nothing," Zhong Ji said lightly, "If you find out, their existence will seriously hinder your plan, and even eat up the funds you used to build factories, purchase raw materials, and buy advertising seconds , you are definitely more agile than me."

Gu Xiyuan smacked, there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he said.

Besides, he knew exactly how those people left, all of them were voluntary, and they left in a very smooth manner without the slightest nostalgia.

Gu Xiyuan still had something to do over there, so he didn't chat a few gossips.

Zhong Ji hung up the phone and drank the coffee he made an hour ago. The temperature was a little low, and he touched the milk, and it was completely cold.

As usual, he added two servings of milk to the coffee and drank it slowly.

Wen Zhenghe felt that the painting style was too weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Their young master was just a little more silent, a little careless, and his movements for drinking coffee were a little gentle...

Everything seems to be the same, but there is always an extraordinary atmosphere.

It wasn't until Zhongji coffee bottomed out that Wen Zhenghe put away his usual gentle smile, and his expression was extraordinarily serious: "Are you really okay?"

Zhong Ji refilled some coffee for himself, but didn't drink it.

He raised his head slowly, and when he looked at Wen Zhenghe, he met a pair of unusually serious eyes. He smiled: "Tell me, what's wrong with me now?"

Wen Zhenghe was a little impatient, because he couldn't speak out, and the only starting point was his intuition.

"Group leader Wen is the pillar of the Zhong family, so you can't be so restless." Zhong Ji put down the cup in his hand, got up, walked two steps and came back, holding the cup of milk he brought, and returned The next door belongs to the temporary office of the project team leader.

Wen Zhenghe stared at the man's back.

Perhaps looking at it from the front, it is as calm and composed as ever, and there is even some high-spirited spirit between the brows.

But when it comes to the back view, it is much more bleak.

He quickly called Xin Chen: "Master Xin, why don't you hurry back and be with him? I think... something is wrong with our young master..."

There was a lot of chatter on Xin Chen's side, as if it was a family reunion atmosphere.

The lively atmosphere made Wen Zhenghe slightly startled, he almost forgot what it was like to be together as a family.

Not only him, but also all members of the project team, as well as their young master.

I remember that when the project team was first established, everyone was full of excitement. After more than half a year, there were many complaints. Now, everyone can't let go of their responsibilities and beliefs.They all wanted to witness the birth of a miracle.Therefore, the number of people who voluntarily work overtime on New Year's Eve reached [-]%.

"I see. I'll hurry back after the banquet here." Xin Chen hung up the phone in a hurry, which made Wen Zhenghe stunned for a long time.

In his impression, Xin Chen would definitely not think about attending a Lao Shizi banquet when Zhong Ji was in trouble, and would wait for the banquet to end...

Wen Zhenghe stared at the floating projection screen of the recent call, and finally decided to bury this matter in his heart.

Their young master, I'm afraid he can't stand the slightest stimulation.

Not only Wen Zhenghe felt that way, even the matrix group meeting in the afternoon was extremely harmonious. No matter which project team member he was, he would go through the words twice in his head first, and finally choose something that would not cause conflict.

This friendly mode of discussion made Zhong Ji frown.

Wen Zhenghe looked at his young master and the empty space around him calmly. No one took notes on today's meeting, and there was no need to take notes.

He didn't know whether Zhong Ji frowned because of Xin Chen's absence, or because the discussion wasn't enthusiastic enough.

The meeting fell silent several times, and it was Wen Zhenghe and Torrance who brought up new topics. Seeing that Zhong Ji's gaze was getting more and more dangerous, Bai Qianjun spoke up abruptly.

"Mr. Zhong, since our power group has developed a power system suitable for F1 and F0, and also supervised the improvement of the oxygen supply system, we have also made corresponding technical adjustments to the power system of F2 to ensure that customers Affirmation of value."

Wen Zhenghe was startled, while Torrance and Shep were equally dumbfounded.

Bai Qianjun's stinking problem is that he always only cares about his own skills, so how can he talk so much in one breath, and it's all nonsense.

Apparently, Bai Qianjun, who didn't like to meddle in the worldly affairs, couldn't see it, and began to comfort their young master.

Most of the anger in Zhong Ji's eyes dissipated, and after a long while, he smiled: "Very good, Team Leader Bai will keep it up."

The corner of Bai Qianjun's mouth raised a strange arc, and then sank down again, as if he had given up on something.

The corners of Wen Zhenghe's eyes twitched. Just now...Bai Qianjun probably wanted to give their young master a comforting smile, but in the end...failed.

Just like a patient who has been bedridden for several months, there will be slight obstacles in walking when getting out of bed again.

Bai Qianjun deliberately had facial paralysis for many years, and finally experienced the embarrassment of uncontrollable expression.

Even Bai Qianjun was trying every means to comfort their young master, Wen Zhenghe thought of Xin Chen's laid-back look, and said he would come back after the banquet... It made his teeth itch with hatred.

That kid better give him a convincing reason, otherwise... Humph!