Calculation of thousands of cities

Wen Yu hasn't been home for a week, and stayed at Yehua's headquarters overnight to handle a lot of affairs personally, and the re-convened apology meeting can also show his sincerity. Under his almost all-night work every day, Almost all kinds of things have been handled by him properly, Yehua's prestige has finally returned a little bit, and the shareholders who are planning to withdraw their capital have also been retained.

This apology meeting was the first time Wen Yu showed his face in front of the media. However, the media focused on Wen Yu's handsome face beyond their imagination. want.

A handsome face can always attract a lot of people's favor, and soon someone will stand by Yehua's side to help, and the way of helping is ridiculous, that is, to belittle other companies to raise Yehua's status.

Unfortunately, what they don't know is that this will only arouse more intense conflicts between the various companies and Yehua.

This caused Wen Yu a whole lot of trouble, but he couldn't point the nose at the public and call them idiots, so he had to force himself to work hard to fill the holes they dug.

But of course Yehua is not the only multinational group in the whole country. Seeing that Yehua's reputation has recovered so quickly, Yaoqi is naturally unwilling to give up. So Mo Yao also worked overtime almost overnight, and the stock price rose day by day.

As a result, Bai Yi was unhappy.

The two companies, Yehua and Yaoqi, are obviously the most powerful multinational groups in the country, but they seem to be living in peace, neither one provokes the other, and there is not even a trace of gunpowder.If Wen Yu and Mo Yao really want to join forces, then even if Golan wants to deal with it, it will never be that simple.

Bai Yi sat in the office thinking for a while, then suddenly picked up the receiver and dialed Bai Qiancheng.

"……Hey?"

"Qiancheng, come to Barcelona now. I will arrange for you to meet and have a meal with Golan's official chairman. Yehua is no longer at the forefront, and it is much more difficult to deal with than before. Maybe only you As the assistant of Chairman Golan, we can rise more rapidly."

Bai Qiancheng on the other end of the microphone was stunned when he heard it.

Thoughts drifted unconsciously to the life of the past few days.

In fact, he has been in a bad mood in Yaoqi recently.

That damned Wen Fangqian didn't appear in Yaoqi again because of being grounded for the past few days, which caused Mo Yao to lose his "personal and considerate service" and started to call himself out.

When his office was moved from the first floor to the side of the chairman's office on the top floor, he just wanted to look at the sky, and then used his sharp gaze to tear Mo Yao apart.

There are more than 100 desks on the huge first floor, and more than 100 employees with outstanding qualifications. Even nine out of ten are even a year earlier than I stayed in Yaoqi. Why did Mo Yao choose him?

He really couldn't find a reason.

When he asked Mo Yao bravely, the answer he got was...

"I like your coffee."

At that time, Bai Qiancheng had only one thought in his heart, and that was to punch that handsome and serious face.

But this, he can bear.

What challenged Bai Qiancheng's bottom line the most was that Mo Yao had been working overtime every day until after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, as if he had been beaten to death.

On the surface, this matter seems to have nothing to do with Bai Qiancheng, but what is too much is that Mo Yao, the thousand-killer, actually asked Bai Qiancheng's schedule to change with his own changes.

To put it simply, Bai Qiancheng had to work overtime with Mo Yao until twelve o'clock.

Reason: Make me coffee.

Depend on!

Bai Qiancheng's lungs were about to explode, and of course he tried to resist many times.

For example, deliberately do not cool down the coffee, do not add milk and so on.

However, at this time, Mo Yao just took a sip, and said calmly: "Re-brew, and deduct your salary today."

"..." Bai Qiancheng had no choice but to rage again, and then a small episode was over.

After going through this day by day for a week, Bai Yi's phone call came.

"Qiancheng, are you listening?"

Aware of Bai Qiancheng's distraction, Bai Yi spoke into the microphone again.

"...Oh, good. But... If this is the case, shouldn't I leave Yaoqi? If I put my heart and soul into Golan, the effect will be better."

He, Bai Qiancheng, didn't want to see that damned Mo Yao again for a day.