my brother became a scum

With the advent of spring, the work at hand has become smoother. I may really be a bit talented, and I also want to thank the wisdom of the team. The anti-dumping investigation in the United States has finally passed smoothly, and the acquisitions named by several countries have also come to an end. When the assistant sent me the representative card, I was stunned for a moment - I thought I had nothing to do with politics all my life, and I didn't expect such a way, but after thinking about it, it made sense, after all, it was a domestic ranking The front-line group has inextricably linked with the military industry, so it is reasonable to get the representative certificate.

The assistant asked me if I needed a proxy proposal, I raised my hand, stopped what he was about to say, and decided to do it myself.It took [-] working hours, the beginning was a bit jerky, and the keyboard was typed quickly in the later period, and it was finished quickly. Looking at this proposal that was more detailed than I remembered, I felt like I was back in Lushi.

At that time, I made drastic efforts to attract business and investment, tried to change the rigid economic situation in the city, and also tried to write something to the superior leaders, hoping to make some changes from a higher level.

Now there is another opportunity in front of me. Even if the hope is slim, there is always an extra chance to speak out. This proposal will not forever lie in my memory.

I drank a cup of coffee, changed a few more articles, printed the document myself, bound it and stamped it with the official seal.The representative card was issued in a hurry. It didn’t take long before the day of the meeting came. I changed into a black suit and walked halfway by car, but encountered traffic control—most of the other representatives arrived at the hotel in advance. I just happened to have no experience. caught up.

The driver was helpless, turned his head and asked me what I meant, I asked him to pull over and open the door, got out of the car and ran along the route I remembered - this is a place I am very familiar with, I always held the handle on the bus when I was young , Looking at the scenery on both sides of the street through the car window.I know there is a steamed stuffed bun shop not far away, and there is always a long queue in front of it, and I also know that there is an old alley after turning the corner.

I ran into the alley until I came across a low wall—this was originally a passage that could lead directly to the third street behind the auditorium, but it was blocked at some point.

I looked down at my watch, there was not enough time for me to find another less familiar path.

I took dozens of steps back, wiped the sweat off my face, lifted the top of my handbag to the crook of my arm, and ran forward at a faster speed. In the last step, I almost exhausted all my strength to jump up, and my small arm clasped the top of the wall The tiles - it took me 10 minutes to climb over this wall, and the soles of my feet touched the ground again, like a new life.

The fabric of the suit supported the toss, and I simply tidied it up. I continued to run forward with my handbag in my hand. When I reached the gate of the auditorium, the reporters were already preparing to enter the venue—it may have been a long time since I saw the late representative. A few clicks were also heard.

But I didn't care about these anymore, I quickly signed my name at the check-in counter, and was led to my place by the guide.

I saw a few familiar faces on both sides, nodded slightly as a greeting, and opened the notebook to listen to the opening speech of the conference.

I am so familiar with all of this that I can almost guess the gist of the next sentence when I am taking notes. After the half-hour opening speech is over, the group discussion begins. In order to talk about my personal proposal——maybe because my proposal was relatively detailed and met everyone’s needs, I was selected to focus on elaborating at the higher level. The original one-day meeting schedule was forced to extend the time. I told my proposal over and over again. The proposal also accepts inquiries and suggestions from other representatives. After each elaboration, the proposal is revised and amended. Not long after, it was interviewed by a CCTV reporter.

When I found Zheng Dongyang sitting under the stage listening to me explaining the proposal, I realized that the original "just trying" has become "very promising". A good proposal may be covered with dust, but there are also There is a certain chance of being discovered by the leaders above.

I finished this round of explanations. The leader in the middle applauded first, and the other leaders also applauded. My eyes skipped over Zheng Dongyang. He was expressionless and seemed not in a very happy mood. , but in the next second his expression turned into a sincere smile, and he raised his hands and clapped.

This proposal was finally sent to the top, whether it will be approved, how many reviews and revisions it needs to go through before approval, these are none of my business.

I have already returned to the company, dealing with the backlog of things, as if there is endless work, in the blink of an eye, another month has passed, and I suddenly remembered that I have not seen Zhang Chen for a long time, and the people around me unexpectedly Also tacitly did not remind me.

I rubbed the space between my eyebrows, made a list and arranged for the secretary to buy it, and worked overtime temporarily, freeing up half a day.

When I put on the cap of the pen at noon the next day and was about to leave, Wu Ming came over in person and said that there was a temporary visit from a foreign client.

I looked through the files and found that it was indeed a big client, so I handed him the folder again and said, "You will go to receive it on my behalf."

"Better go by yourself..."

"He's not that important," I paused, trying not to be too sharp, "I have important things."

"Forgive me, it's not that important to see Zhang Chen," Wu Ming stood in front of me. He had the deep facial features that people of mixed race are used to, and his thin lips were pursed, as if he had encountered something extremely distressing. , "You are the helm of the group, and now you have basically taken over all the work, and you don't need to ask him for advice anymore."

I was baffled by Wu Ming's obstruction, and I also understood why the secretary and assistant were unwilling to remind me of the corresponding schedule. I was not very angry, but said: "I went to see him, not to ask for advice, but to see Just look at him."

"However, from the perspective of the directors of the group, your frequent visits to Zhang Chen also mean that your decision-making cannot be separated from Zhang Chen's remote control, which will bring you a huge negative impact."

"What negative effects will there be?"

"The group belongs to you, not Zhang Chen. Some directors and employees are still skeptical about it."

"Then let them continue to wait and see suspiciously," I said impatiently after a long absence, "I only care about whether they can create value, not what they are thinking."

"Aren't you worried?"

"worry about what?"

"Ten years is not a long sentence. If Zhang Chen succeeds in applying for a commutation of sentence in prison, he will no longer allow you to control the group."

"Whatever he wants, it's not mine anyway."

After I finished speaking, Wu Ming pursed his lips. I knew he was unhappy, but as his boss, I didn't have to care about his displeasure. Maybe it was because I was too accommodating to him. It gave him the illusion that he could change my schedule and influence my decisions.

"Chen Dong, you are very suitable for this group, you have this talent."

"Thank you."

"I hope you will think more about yourself."

"I have my own thoughts, which have nothing to do with you."

I sat on the back seat of the car and cleared my mind for a short time—I am not a person with great desires. I was forced to take over this business at the beginning. Once I found a suitable person, Or if Zhang Chen can be released from prison early, I will hand over everything in my hand.The situation is probably similar to playing games between brothers. The brother has something to do and gives you his game account for leveling. No matter how good the account is, it doesn’t belong to you. When the time comes, you have to return it to its original place. host.

I didn't really accept Zhang Chen's gift back then, and if there was a day to return it, I didn't want to feel hesitant.

After all, Wu Ming's words affected some of my emotions, but when I arrived at the prison, I had basically returned to normal. I carried a lunch box into the visiting room. Zhang Chen was not in a hurry to eat, but instead asked me: "Are you in a bad mood?"

He's still sharp enough and smart enough.

I unpacked the package, handed him the chopsticks, removed the plastic lids one by one and stacked them aside, saying, "Eat first."

"You are not happy, and I am not happy to eat."

What he said was very natural, not like a love story, but like a daily conversation between lovers. I raised the corners of my mouth and said, "I'm not unhappy, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Zhang Chen started to eat, and I also ate some. I couldn't help but look up when I was eating, and looked at Zhang Chen's pretty face. The skin care products and messy things sent in had played their due role. Zhang Chen The rough face faded away, and became delicate again.

He was out of tune with this prison, but he was able to live freely. This prison imprisoned him, and let me know where he was staying and what he was doing, and briefly gave me breathing space and a sense of security.

But he won't belong here all his life, there will always be a day when he accepts the punishment of the law and redeems his due sins, and will leave here. opened.

Zhang Chen didn't eat everything this time. After he finished eating, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue and asked, "What is it that makes you unhappy?"

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Chen stopped talking, we cleared up the table, and I pushed the things I told the secretary to buy to him, and just when I wanted to go, I heard Zhang Chen's words.

He said, "Do you remember what you promised me last time?"

I tried to think about it, but after all, it happened more than a month ago, so I really don't have much impression.

He said, "Come here, I will tell you quietly."

I thought he was about to whisper something again, but without thinking, I leaned forward.

He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulder—as if he wanted to bite my ear, but he quickly kissed my lips, the cold touch made my eyes widen, and I instinctively wanted to step back, His hand moved to the back of my neck, pinching my flesh / forcing my lips to open.

I don't know where he got so much strength, the table was knocked by limbs and there was a tearing sound, his tongue rolled my chasing lingeringly, we exchanged saliva and peeped at each other in the pupils - I wanted to push him away, hand Touching his chest but resisting my brain - it almost can't wait, but it can't wait to hug the person in front of me, crush him and embed him in my body.

"That's enough—how long have you been kissing, it's almost enough."

The voice of the prison guard pulled my reason back to the body. Zhang Chen let go of me before I pushed away. We stood opposite each other, both panting slightly.He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, unbelievably erotic, and said, "You promised to kiss me—"

It seems that there is such a thing, but obviously I kissed him——

"If you don't come to kiss me," he raised his hand and rubbed his wet lips with his fingertips, "then I'll kiss you instead."