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Chang Er looked at Fu Ying, then looked at the plan in his computer, and pointed out a fatal problem: "Your foot injury seems to have nothing to do with your suspicion that there is something wrong with this plan."

He hesitated for a while and asked, "Don't you usually think with your feet?"

"...I didn't mean that." Fu Ying put the computer on the table, coughed lightly, and said, "You will get [-]% after the work is done."

Chang Er raised his eyebrows: "How much is [-]%? Before tax or after tax?"

"Where does someone pay you taxes for this thing?" Fu Ying clicked: "Twenty percent is about 20 yuan, it will only be more or less. Don't worry about paying no rewards. I never let my brothers suffer."

Chang Er smiled: "Okay, I'm just asking." He looked at the project proposal on the side and asked: "Tell me, do you think there is a problem with that place?"

Fu Ying thought for a while and pointed to two places on the screen and said: "There is a little problem with the numbers here, and he said in the plan that he wants to build a luxury shopping mall, but the neighborhoods around here are not high-end neighborhoods. Of course It is not considered a middle-aged and elderly community, and most of the people who live there come to work from other places, or are students from nearby university towns, which are not in line with luxury consumers.”

"Then maybe people just don't want to buy a house, but only want to rent a house? I see that there are a lot of young people who buy luxury goods. They are all spending ahead of time. And college students are particularly prone to impulsive consumption. , it’s not surprising to drive here.”

Fu Ying paused: "It's not unreasonable for you to say that, but I just find it strange that such a luxury store is opened next to a business district or a high-end residential area. I wouldn't have the current reaction, but..."

"But you just think this shopping mall is very abrupt." Chang Er took up his words, slid down the plan on the screen, carefully read the market analysis inside, couldn't help but nodded, and murmured: "Yes It’s a little strange, but the area is too big for a shopping mall.”

"However, I got his email account and password, but I can't log in casually. I'm worried that he will check his login time. Then he will start to scare the snake. There are still a few days until next Monday. Maybe the plan should be changed."

Chang Er stared at a very rude sketch in the project, and couldn't help frowning and said: "This drawing looks like it was drawn by elementary school students, but it can be seen from the general feeling that it is a bit different from the nearby architectural style."

Fu Ying leaned over and stared at it for a while, then thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter. Some designers are like this now. I don't know if it's intentional or they are really not good enough. They design some very ugly buildings just to be unique. remember."

"That makes sense." Chang Er nodded, pushed away the computer and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"

Fu Ying paused, sighed, and said, "I haven't figured it out yet, mainly because I don't know where Zhong Qiu will put the final project proposal, whether to print it out and hold it, or directly display it in the form of a computer."

"What's the difference?" Chang Er was stunned.

Fu Ying rested her chin and said lazily: "If you print it, he will definitely send it to the secretary to print it, and I can check it through his mailbox, but if you directly use the computer to display it, I have to find a chance to enter his office."

"A multi-person collaboration project, isn't it the same for sending and receiving emails when you stare at the mailbox?" Chang Er asked.

Fu Ying shook her head: "Master Zhong is too suspicious. For such a large-scale project, it is estimated that he will break it up into several parts and distribute them to others. Finally, we will combine them and choose the best plan for integration."

"Since there is no way to get through the single mailbox, you still have to get close to his computer." Chang Er looked down at Fu Ying's plaster pig's trotters, shook his head and said, "But with your leg, besides Pengci, you have to claim a computer. I can't think of any other way."

Fu Ying looked at him: "Isn't that why you are here?"

He stretched out his hand and patted Chang Er's shoulder: "Go make some noodles for me first, the two of us will discuss the rest."

Chang Er was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and looked at him: "Is the babysitting fee also included in the 20 yuan?"

Fu Ying was taken aback, smiled and punched him, the dimple at the corner of her mouth could be seen clearly even in the surveillance screen, making Zhong Qiu stare at him for a while and couldn't move her eyes.

Sure enough, the little neighbor saw that there was something wrong with the planning proposal, and the content of the analysis was a little more reasonable than what he thought, but he didn't need to say that the design sketch he drew was ugly...

He tapped the same corner of his mouth with his fingers, and even made a mechanical smile, but there was no dimple like Fu Ying.

Zhong Qiu braced his chin and thought about it for a while, and found that only when Fu Ying smiled to him that day did he have dimples. Before that, they were all shallow smiles. It seemed that he didn't really want to laugh, but just a business courtesy.

If you smile more and make yourself happy, maybe you can leak two irrelevant news from your hands to him, so that he can make more money from that trash of Zhong Xu.

Zhong Qiu thought for a while, looking at Fu Ying who was sitting in a wheelchair waiting for Chang Er's instant noodles, thinking that eating instant noodles is not very nutritious.He paused, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of the restaurant he often goes to to order a meal for Fu Ying.

While searching the Internet for supplements for people with injured feet, he ordered Fu Ying to make five kinds of pig's trotters.

Where you eat, you will make up for it, this is a sentence that Zhong Qiu often said before his mother died.

While Young Master Zhong was deciding on the dishes for several days in a row with the restaurant, while recalling his mother's appearance in the past, his tone gradually became lighter.The smile on his face didn't fade until he hung up the phone.

But the happy time is always short. Feng Qing called again, and when Zhong Qiu picked it up, before he could say hello, he heard the most annoying voice in his life.

Zhong Xu's voice came from the microphone, his tone was gentle and his speech was slow, he learned a lot from his white lotus mother.

"Zhong Qiu, it's me."

Zhong Qiu didn't speak, but it didn't affect Zhong Xu's schadenfreude, even though he hid his emotions in tenderness, Zhong Qiu still smelled his malice through the phone line and the air.

"Dad heard about the company's business this afternoon in the hospital. He couldn't get through to you, so he asked me to come to the company to have a look. But you are not here, so I can only ask Secretary Feng to make a call for me."

Zhong Xu paused as he spoke, and emphasized again: "Father is very concerned about this matter, and even saw the news on the webpage, and asked you to deal with it carefully, and give him a call after dealing with it."

Zhong Qiu finally said coldly: "I have a question. Even if the old man doesn't know that the web page can be refreshed, don't you know? I remember that you also received nine-year compulsory education. Even if you grew up in the countryside, you wouldn't be able to Haven't taken computer class before?"

Zhong Xu froze for a moment, then heard Zhong Qiu sneer again.

"As long as you refresh it, you will know that those webpages have been processed by me very quickly, and the clarification has been sent out immediately. Please tell your father not to worry, and take good care of your body in the hospital."

Zhong Qiu lowered his eyes, tapped his hand on the table lightly, pressed the rhyme of every word he said, as if touching Zhong Xu's heart.

"I see." Zhong Xu maintained his politeness, and his tone was still calm before: "Since this is the case, there is nothing else to do, but you should come to the hospital to see Dad if you have time, and I won't say anything more Alright, hang up first."

"Hey, don't worry." Zhong Qiu stopped him, looked up at Fu Ying who was eating instant noodles on the screen, and said calmly: "Give the phone to Secretary Feng, I just have a few things to ask him."

Zhong Xu froze for a moment, then immediately handed the phone to Feng Qing.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Feng Qing took the phone and waited very solemnly for the boss to issue his latest unreasonable request.

Zhong Qiu: "Has he left?"

Feng Qing looked at the back of Zhong Xu pushing the door and leaving, relaxed his body and sat on the chair and said: "Let's go, now I'm much smarter than before, and I won't just sit around like this anymore."

"I've been by Zhong Hengzhong's side for so long, if I can't learn even this superficial cleverness, then I'm really useless." Zhong Qiu sneered: "What was his expression just now?"

"It's okay, I've maintained a peaceful surface, but I'm sure the country will greet you in my heart." Feng Qing lazily said: "I just said, no matter how fast you move, he will find out."

Zhong Qiu raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter, so what if he finds out? He complacently complained to the old man, but it turned out to be my self-directed and self-acted. Those things he asked for credit were not given by me. How can he, an idiot, find out?"

Zhong Qiu sneered: "You trash, you haven't made any progress in all these years."

Feng Qing was taken aback when he heard this: "What's the matter, who provoked you just now, why are you so angry? I seldom heard you say such things in the past."

Zhong Qiu coughed, looked at Fu Ying on the screen who was dimpled while eating instant noodles, and said calmly: "It's nothing, I have a question for you."

"Say, as long as my salary is not affected, I promise to answer truthfully." Feng Qing said.

Zhong Qiu: "Is the conceptual sketch I drew really ugly?"

Feng Qing: ...

Feng Qing: "...Actually, we need to look at this issue dialectically..."

"Okay, I'm fine." Zhong Qiu said coldly, "Shulan Restaurant and your bill this month, I will pay for it. Remember to settle it tomorrow."

Feng Qing whistled: "Wow, you are so generous, it looks like there is something else you need my help with?"

Zhong Qiu smiled and looked at Fu Ying who was still eating instant noodles on the screen and said slowly: "There is indeed something..."

Feng Qing originally thought that he had worked hard with Zhong Qiu, a black-hearted capitalist, for so many years. He was used to seeing monsters, goblins, beauties and painted skins. , why...

How can I let myself go to help deliver food? ! !

Zhong, you have no heart!

Feng Qing cursed angrily, and knocked on the door of Fu Ying's house with the special pig's trotters from Shulan restaurant.

The door opened, facing the doubtful gazes of the two people inside, Feng Qing scolded Zhong Qiu again in his heart, then raised a smile, and said in his standard broadcast tone——

"Hello, Meituan Takeaway."