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Unsurprisingly, Xin Chen caught Zhong Ji's soliloquy as light as a mosquito's voice.

Xin Chen stood up first, glanced at the time on the communicator, and said to Zhong Ji: "The takeaway I ordered is coming soon, let's go get it together."

Zhong Ji knew what Xin Chen was planning, so he deliberately asked: "Are you here? How come it's so fast, they haven't finished the halftime break of the game, have they?"

Xin Chen smiled softly: "I added more money and asked them to send the urgent mail." His smile gradually became complacent, "Besides, the game is not our highlight, after drinking coffee later, let's go back .”

Zhong Ji greeted Xin Chen with a smile as if no one was around, and the momentum between the two collided, instantly merging into a rather weird atmosphere, which made the high-level people in the VVIP room shudder.

In their hearts, the young master of their own family and the young master of Xin's family are not like this, why is it so abnormal when they get together?

They suddenly heard Bai Qianjun snorted, and said, "It's so rare!"

Wen Zhenghe cast a helpless glance at Bai Qianjun, Team Leader Bai, who is omnipotent and never ashamed, can you stop saying the word "rare and more strange" in such a showy tone, as if you know the adultery of the two young masters ... Well, knowing the relationship between the two young masters is something to be proud of.

Coincidentally, Zhong Ji and Xin Chen bumped into the president of the PB family on their way back from picking up takeout.

The air froze instantly, and after a minute, the president of PB nodded to Zhong Ji and said hello: "Master Zhong, what a coincidence."

Although Zhong Ji didn't care much about the address, he could read something from the address.

When he was in the Zhong family, everyone would call him "Mr. Zhong" to show respect, while Wen Zheng and the others called themselves "Young Master" in private, showing more intimacy.

But the title "Young Master" is not suitable for outsiders. It will only make him feel that those outsiders still think that he is young and unable to accomplish anything.

In fact, this is exactly the case. When Wen Zhenghe and Zhong's high-level executives both called themselves Young Master Zhong, their feelings were definitely not the same.

For another example, the PB president in front of him was full of smiles, looking down at him with an elder-like attitude, seemingly polite, but actually full of contempt.

Zhong Ji came to see the effect of the advertisement, he did not believe that the president of PB also came for this purpose, in other words, the president of PB came to watch the game.

Zhong Ji greeted the person opposite him, and also said hello: "Hello, what a coincidence, I ran into you here." He pretended to mention it casually, "Aren't you going to continue watching the game? There are still 2 minutes left , the second half of the game is about to begin."

The PB president who was originally watching the game left at the end of the second half. Anyone with a discerning eye can see what it means.

But not all discerning people will directly put this "question" out.

Now Zhong Ji asked politely with an innocent face.

Just as the president of PB hoped, Zhong Ji looked at him with a serious expression towards his elders, which made the president of PB not know how to speak for a while.

This brat from the Zhong family is actually so difficult...

The president of PB suppressed the anger in his heart, glanced at Major Xin who was beside Zhong Ji with a pale complexion, and covered his gnashing of teeth with a smile, "I don't have time to watch the game, and I suddenly need to go back to deal with something in the company."

Just like the usual polite greetings, he nodded slightly and walked around Zhong Ji and Xin Chen. He had performed this set of etiquette hundreds of times, and there should be no flaws.

result……

As he passed the bell, he heard a chuckle from his shoulder.

Very light, very light, it seems to be making fun of him.

The president of PB did not slow down, but his heart was shaken.

It wasn't until he walked out of the venue that he realized that after the appearance of Zhong's promotional advertisement, he, who had no intention of continuing to watch the game, actually left early on the pretext of having something to do with the company—couldn't this be hinted by Tong Zhongji, yes, it's yours? Advertising makes us feel like an enemy of PB?

While he was annoyed, he still had to pretend to be comfortable in front of his subordinates.

"How is the company doing now?" He asked without squinting.

The subordinate replied: "You left the company after you arranged everything today. There is nothing unusual in the company. What do you mean...?"

The face of the president of PB darkened, and his voice became much colder: "Go back to the company, call all the senior management, and have a meeting!"

Xin Chen was carrying the takeaway box he had just picked up, and the strong aroma of coffee wafted from it from time to time.

And Xiaoji, standing in the passage, staring at the place where the PB president disappeared, has been in a daze for almost 2 minutes.

"Is there any problem?" Xin Chen asked, "Didn't we gain the upper hand just now?"

In the game with powerful giants, the Zhong family has never had an advantage. More strictly speaking, the powerful giants simply disdain to include the Zhong family in the ranks of competitors.

Their attitude towards Zhong is the same as treating Xiaoji, only treating them as unsophisticated brats.

Zhong Ji already realized when the president of PB rubbed shoulders with him that he had just done a rather stupid thing.

He actually provoked his rival openly when Zhong just put up an advertisement.

This is really irrational to the extreme.

He smiled helplessly, and looked at Xin Chen's worried and puzzled face: "If I didn't show my contempt for PB, the president of PB probably only regards Zhong as a promising 'newcomer' in the luxury starship market, and at this moment, I pissed him off."

Xin Shen thought for a while, and comforted him: "It's okay, if Zhong can get openly targeted by PB, it will be distorted in the eyes of the outside world that PB attaches great importance to Zhong as an opponent, and it may have a counterproductive effect."

"Pfft... so you are so good at comforting people." Zhong Ji said with a smile, "It sounds quite reasonable."

Beneath Xin Chen's gentle smile was the embarrassment of being teased by Zhong Ji.

What Xiaoji meant was that his logic really didn't make sense.

Although Xiaoji would not say such vulgar words, he was also expressing this meaning.

The two returned to the VVIP room, and the atmosphere inside was a bit dignified, as if the moment he left, the project team leaders started a verbal fight to the death with Zhong's senior management.

Of course, with Bai Qianjun in the project team, he was invincible.

Zhong Ji could imagine how many people Bai Qianjun would offend and embarrass by speaking without hesitation.

Zhong Ji pretended that he didn't notice anything, slowly unwrapped the dessert, and enjoyed the dessert leisurely under dozens of gazes.

Then, Xin Chen handed the well-balanced coffee to his left hand, and he took it with a smile, and took a sip leisurely.

The mechs in the arena have already started a new round of battle. The cheers from the audience are not strong, coupled with the scene of Master Zhong enjoying the evening tea, the high-level executives feel a sense of weirdness.

Zhong Ji didn't speak, Xin Shen watched the game quietly, the room was fairly quiet, only the voices of the audience could be heard.

About half an hour later, Zhong Ji gave Xin Chen a look. Xin Chen stood up abruptly, and the upper management in the box looked at the young master of Xin's family in astonishment. The young master walked to the door without turning his eyes. Waiting for the automatic door to open slowly.

Zhong Ji also stood up, and said to the rest of the room with a smile, "Excuse me first..."

He walked to the door in two or three steps, and just leaned out half of his body, then turned back again, pretending to be a kind reminder.

"During the halftime break, Xin Chen and I met the president of the PB family in the VVIP passageway. It seems... I seemed to have angered him."

The leaders of the project team all changed their colors, but the high-level executives looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding why their young master wasted such words.

Bai Qianjun stood up abruptly, with a serious expression on his face: "I don't watch it either."

At the same time, Torrance, who was chatting with the senior styling designer around him, smiled apologetically at the people around him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Seeing this, Xie Pu also said goodbye to several good colleagues with a smile, and left the private room.

Of the four core leaders of the project team, only Wen Zhenghe remained.Therefore, everyone in the VVIP room stared at Wen Zhenghe, wondering when the youngest sales executive in Zhong's history would leave.

Wen Zhenghe immediately noticed the gazes of the higher-ups in the house, with a curious wait-and-see attitude, as if he felt that the few people who left were making too much of a fuss.

His position at the moment can be called a VIP seat in the VVIP private room, facing the main field of the game, and he can have a panoramic view of the auditorium and the stadium as soon as he lowers his head.

Facing the glass curtain wall, he continued to enjoy the fierce competition in the arena. After a long time, one of the sides showed defeat, and the game was coming to an end, and Wen Zhenghe's eyes behind him were very few to explore.

After all, these high-level officials are impatient, and their young master's decision to quietly start Plan F is indeed correct.

"Don't you all wonder why Mr. Zhong hurried back to the company after annoying the president of PB?" Wen Zhenghe's tone was very peaceful, accompanied by the sound of the end of the off-court game, slowly reaching the ears of the senior management.

A high-level executive concealed his contempt and asked modestly, "I'm a little curious, but I still haven't been able to understand Mr. Zhong's concerns. Could Mr. Wen please explain?"

What's more, there is no so-called boss in the box now, and they are all high-level, and they are even less polite when facing Wen Zhenghe.

"The president of PB is only in his thirties, right? In terms of skills, without the iron blood of our chairman, only PB's foundation is worth showing off. It's just annoyed a young man. Our young master takes the president of PB too seriously. "

"I just saw Mr. Zhong's nervous expression, and thought that something happened. The president of PB is just a young man who doesn't know much about the world, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

The higher-ups talked more and more vigorously, as if standing in front of the PB president was superior to others.

Wen Zhenghe's smile became more intense.

Anyone who knows him well knows that Wen Zhenghe usually likes to put on a show, especially when his smile is shallow and gentle.And when he is in an extremely good or bad mood, he will use a brighter smile to express his emotional fluctuations.

At this moment, even he himself couldn't tell whether he was more happy or more angry.

"Everyone really thinks that it's a trivial matter to go head-to-head with the president of PB?" Wen Zhenghe turned sideways and glanced at the audience, "Is there anyone who doesn't think so?"

The high-level people looked at each other, and laughed contemptuously one after another.

They don't even want to respect Zhong Ji, let alone a mere Wen Zhenghe.