Mr. Dior

The whole building of Shifei is full of various high-tech facilities. For example, the elevator needs to swipe the employee card. The number of floors that each employee can go to is fixed. To go to the floors outside the authority, you need to apply.

The president's exclusive elevator can be used to reach any floor of the entire building by swiping the president's fingerprint.

Zhang Chenfei entered the elevator, and of course pressed the button for the highest floor.As a domineering president, he should have an office with 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, standing on the highest point of the city every day, overlooking all living beings.

"You don't remember the floor?" Jiao Qi gave him a strange look, raised his hand and pressed the floor in the middle of the building.

As it turned out, he didn't have a panoramic office on the top floor.Instead, in accordance with the tradition of the 90s of the last century, the cadres' offices were arranged on the middle floor to facilitate communication and escape.

Not foreign at all!

Arriving with a "ding", three secretaries, two men and one woman, were holding documents and standing at the door. When they saw Jiao Xi, they immediately stood at attention and spoke twice as fast as usual.

"President, this is the document to be signed today."

"President, you have a meeting at ten o'clock this morning in the meeting room on the top floor. I will remind you again at nine forty-five."

"President, Mr. Li called just now, and he will be here at two o'clock in the afternoon."

The CEO nodded calmly, and walked into the spacious office with his arms around his little wife's waist: "From today on, you will work here."

"Huh?" Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows, squinting at his old Gong.

"Oh my god!" The three secretaries couldn't help exclaiming, and the female secretary who was wearing high heels almost fell down.

"You will be my personal assistant, responsible for serving tea, organizing documents, and..." the president said, biting his wife's white earlobe sideways, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Relax President's desire."

Mr. Jiao couldn't help but blushed, he hadn't heard this person say dirty words for a long time, and for a while, he felt nostalgic, pushed him away with a light cough, and said coldly to the three secretaries: "I will move here soon Come to work, and all the documents approved by the president will be brought to me for review."

"Yes!" The three secretaries bowed at 45 degrees in unison, and agreed without hesitation, without even a comma.

"Mr. Li's meeting has been postponed and asked him to come back tomorrow. Neither of us is at the company in the afternoon. If there is any urgent matter, we will deal with it this morning."

"Okay, Mr. Jiao!"

The president watched helplessly as his subordinates obeyed his wife's words, and walked out of the office with hands and feet after listening to his wife's lecture, without any intention of asking for his opinion, he couldn't help stretching out Erkang's hand: "Hey, what... "

"Click." The heavy solid wooden door was gently closed, and the room was quiet. Suddenly, the CEO heard the sound of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

Something is wrong!When Zhang Chenfei turned his head, he saw that his little wife had already swaggered and sat in the position that originally belonged to the president, skillfully typing in the power-on password on the keyboard.And the computer, which had the same loyalty as the secretaries, sounded the welcome music like a dog.

The president walked slowly to the desk and looked down at his wife: "How do you know my power-on password?"

"What's so strange about this?" Jiao Qi looked up at him, all the passwords of the two were shared with each other.

The president's expression was unpredictable, and he suddenly grabbed his little wife who was randomly flipping through his computer, and pushed her down on the sofa.

"You are a commercial spy sent by the Wang family, aren't you?"

"Huh?" Jiao Xi was a little puzzled.

"It's really pretending. The fact that my father is in debt is just a cover," the president pressed his lips tightly, "I said earlier that you can't afford the price of betraying me!" A delicate shirt button flew out of the little wife's shirt.

"Asshole, this is the new Dior model I just bought!" The little wife struggled in horror.

"President, the meeting is about to start..." The secretary pushed the door open, his jaw dropped to the ground in an instant, and then, like a bastard whose head was scalded by boiling water, he shrank back in an instant, closed the door with a bang, and pretended to be himself. never showed up.

Due to the interruption of the secretary, this "cruel sex avi" could not go on, the president could only change the power-on password with a grim face: "The password has been changed, you'd better be obedient and stop using the computer. "

"0826?" Jiao Qi gracefully re-buttoned his clothes.

"How do you know?" The president looked up in shock.

"Nonsense, it's my birthday."

"..."

Jiao Qi followed Zhang Chenfei and stared at him all morning, and was surprised to find that although the CEO had a cognitive bias in dealing with the relationship between the two, he had no major problems in handling the company's affairs, so he couldn't help but relax. tone.

"Follow me to a place in the afternoon." After lunch, Jiao Qi pulled Zhang Chenfei into the car and took him to see a private doctor.

Seeing a doctor in public hospitals is relatively superficial, and rich people have private doctors.Most of these private doctors leave the hospital and open their own clinics. The fees are very high, and the corresponding medical skills are quite exquisite.

"Where are you going?" Shaking off the hand that was holding him tightly, Zhang Chenfei stopped three steps away from the car with a half-smile, with an extremely uncooperative attitude.Obviously, if he can't give him enough reasons, he will turn his face in the next second.

"Pay the debt." Jiao Qi was afraid that he would make trouble, so he coaxed him casually.

Zhang Chenfei sneered, stretched out his long arms to wrap his little wife in his arms, pinched the delicate and beautiful chin with two fingers, and whispered evilly in his ear: "I said, before you were pregnant, I will not pay a penny of your father's debt."

The hot air sprayed on the face, causing the little wife to turn red in one ear.

"I'm pregnant with a chicken...cough, at least pay a deposit first." Jiao Qi broke free and forced him into the co-pilot, understanding it with reason and empathy, "You pay two hundred for a night of prostitution, you I fell asleep twice last night."

Stepping on the accelerator, the silver Maserati rushed out of Shifei's underground garage.

Zhang Chenfei was a little unhappy at first, feeling like he was being tricked by his little wife, but it made sense after thinking about it.The little wife's father owed so much money, and if he didn't pay the deposit, he would probably be chopped off. He didn't want Jiao Qi to wash his face with tears every day.

"Okay, for the sake of serving me wholeheartedly last night, first give a deposit of [-] million." Zhang Chenfei took out his black card and twirled it between his knuckle-boned fingers.

Jiao Qi glanced at him sideways: "Thank you so much, Mr. Dior Zhang."

"No, call me Dior." There shouldn't be such a difference between you and me.

"..."

Maserati staggered and almost knocked away the beggar who was washing the car with a dirty rag at the intersection.

"If you don't want to give money, just tell me." The beggar looked contemptuous, and his hands flew together to wipe the windshield into a big face.

After stumbling, I finally arrived at a private clinic.

In the shade of green trees, a small white western-style building can be seen from a distance.The pure European-style building is magnificent and beautiful, not like a clinic at all.

The interior decoration style is highly consistent with the exterior, taking the high-end luxury route.In the living room, there is a royal blue velvet sofa and a thick carpet of starry sky.On the wall is Rubens' "The Descending of Christ", no matter whether it is true or not, it looks very high-end here.

"Hello, Mr. Jiao, Dr. Que is already waiting for you in the consulting room."

The doctor who opened this clinic, named Que De, is a rice-Chinese.He grew up in the United States, a medical genius, and received a doctorate at a young age. One day, on a whim, he wanted to go back to China to open a clinic for the rich.

Since you are in China, you must have a name in China.

At that time, the friend who helped him prepare was a Tianjin native. When he asked him the pricing level of various services, his face was wrinkled like a dog ignores the steamed stuffed bun: "You really have four virtues, so you should be called wicked."

So, he called Que De.

Dr. Que De's clients are all wealthy people, and middle-aged and elderly people account for most of the wealthy people.Middle-aged and elderly people always have some feelings that are hard to let go, and they often have a grateful heart.As a result, there are more than a dozen big red banners hanging around the "Descension of Christ" and "Hua Tuo alive" and "Rejuvenation in Wonderful Hands".

It can be regarded as a merger of China and the West.

"Scan Mr. Zhang's brain for me." The guy at the front desk looked at Zhang Chenfei with a smile.

Louis XIII has returned to the factory for repairs, and now Zhang Diao is a primitive man without a brain.The caring front desk was not troubled by this, so he issued a temporary card for him, and took out a POS machine that charged the cost of the temporary card.

Seeing the credit card machine, Zhang Chen understood.Xindao Xiaojiao's wife, his father is really ignorant. He borrowed money and found such an unstyled place. He asked for money when he came up. The wife cried and cried.

boring.

The CEO who failed to become a boss took out his black card and raised his chin slightly: "How much do you want?"

"Two hundred." Jiao Qi drew the black card and handed it to the guy at the front desk.

Only 200 million?What a joke!

"200 million is such a small amount, you can just ask the secretary to get it." The CEO was very dissatisfied with asking him to make a trip for such a trivial matter.

"It's 200 yuan." Jiao Xi tapped the amount displayed on the credit card machine.

The guy at the front desk smiled and took out the "200 yuan" credit card slip for him to sign.

Zhang Chenfei stared blankly at the number, and whispered to his little wife, "Twice last night, I should give you four hundred."

"……roll!"