law of receptivity

The two of them tossed and tossed like cooking oil over a fire, and tossed and tossed until nine o'clock in the night.

Yan Ge propped up half of his body, put his hands on the sofa out of breath, and moved his waist while giving himself comfort. Liang Ziqian didn't hurt him, but he was too hard, and his lower back seemed to be dislocated every time.

When he managed to straighten his waist and his feet hadn't touched the ground, Liang Ziqian had already warmed up the food and served it to the table.

"Can you still go?" Liang Ziqian stood by the dining table, tilting his head and looking at him with a light smile.

Yan Ge rolled his eyes at him, put on his slippers and stood up stubbornly.He didn't understand why every time Liang Ziqian finished this kind of work, he was so energetic as if nothing had happened, why didn't he feel tired at all.

"By the way, what time do you go to the company tomorrow?" Liang Ziqian took two steps forward and pulled the chair away for him.

Yan Ge rubbed his waist and sat down.

"There is a client at eleven o'clock, and the vice president will receive it. I might go and have a look."

"Can you not go?" Liang Ziqian asked.

"Ah? Yes..."

Liang Ziqian looked at Yan Ge with great interest and said with a smile. "Tomorrow we have a senior manager meeting, and I want to take you there."

Yan Ge held the bowl in a daze, then asked him. "Global or Asian regional?"

"A global conference organized by the headquarters."

This is indeed a rare opportunity. Usually, only major shareholders and high-level personnel can participate in Morgan's senior management meetings. Even its internal middle-level employees may not be eligible to enter. Moreover, this time it is held in China across regions.

But Yan Ge still hesitated a little, how inappropriate for an outsider like him to be brought in so suddenly.

"Not so good, can you take me to your internal meeting? What should I do if others gossip..."

Liang Ziqian poked a piece of corn on the fork without raising his head. "I'll take you there, who dares to gossip."

Yan Ge stared straight at him for a moment, then smiled as if melting ice on his face.

"Okay, then I'll go."

The next day, both of them woke up very early, Liang Ziqian because he had to reply to the nighttime email from the United States, and Yan Ge because he wanted to go home early and change clothes.

The driver came to pick them up half an hour earlier, Liang Ziqian asked the car to be driven downstairs to Yan Ge's house, he waited in the car, Yan Ge went up to change clothes.

After a while, Lord Yan came down, and Liang Ziqian saw him through the car window as he left the gate of the lobby.

Yan Ge chose a dark blue suit, with a pure white shirt inside and a narrow black tie.

He has such an appearance and such a stature, and when he puts on this tailor-made slim suit, no matter how he looks at it, he can't be mistaken.

Yan Ge opened the door and got into the car, tilted his head and smiled, glanced at Liang Ziqian and said.

"Let's go?"

Liang Ziqian looked back at him ambiguously, but said to the driver very seriously.

"Drive, go to the headquarters."

Morgan's JP building in Beijing is the headquarters of its China region. It is a silver high-rise building facing the street on the side of the West Second Ring Road, with a total of 25 floors and the appearance of the Standard Bank building.

Don't seek new ideas, just seek to show grandeur, security, and money everywhere.

From the open glass doors to the account managers standing at the entrance of the lobby regardless of the season, even the Phalaenopsis orchids at the door clearly hint to passers-by that 'we are not an ordinary bank. '

On the one hand, it will give you a very reliable sense of security, and on the other hand, it will remind you every minute that you don't have enough money so don't come here to cause trouble.

Although Yan Ge once also worked at the headquarters of HSBC, Bank of England and Bank of America are fundamentally different in their working styles.The British are conservative, while the Americans are open, which can be reflected in the decoration style of almost every branch.

Liang Ziqian's car stopped directly in front of the main entrance of the building. Before the car was stable, two secretary-like women who were waiting for him came up to him.

They opened the car doors for Liang Ziqian and Yan Ge from left to right, and Yan Ge nodded politely to the girl when he got out of the car.

The girl on the other side held a few folders in her hand, and respectfully welcomed Liang Ziqian out of the car.

"Good morning, President. Today's manager meeting is held in the multi-functional conference hall on the [-]th floor. Mr. TED from the headquarters is still on his way. The presidents of the North China region have all arrived and are waiting for you to meet at any time."

Liang Ziqian responded, and turned around to look for Yan Ge. He first said to the girl next to Yan Ge.

"Kat, this is Mr. Yan, an economic expert I invited, to attend the meeting with me today. You take him to the lounge of my office and wait for me for a while. I will meet with the branch manager."

Yan Ge suddenly turned into an economic expert, and he could feel the surprised look on the female secretary's face without turning around.

What kind of economic experts dare to meddle in the internal manager meeting of Morgan Stanley?Isn't this a trick in the class? Liang Ziqian has a bubble in his head and actually made up such a reason...

Unexpectedly, Liang Ziqian did not change his expression or heartbeat, and still spoke in a serious manner. "Mr. Yan, wait a moment, I will go up soon."

There was an outsider, and the two of them didn't say anything more. After being polite to each other, Yan Ge followed the girl to the top floor of the building by elevator.

According to the ranking order of general executives, Liang Ziqian's office should indeed be on the top or second floor, but Yan Ge did not expect that Morgan really valued Liang Ziqian so much. hall and movie room.

"Hi Mr. Yan, my name is Kat, and I'm President Liang's administrative secretary." The girl took Yan Ge to the lounge, took out her business card and handed it to him. "Do you need anything to drink, I'll get it for you."

Yan Ge took the business card and was about to take out his pocket when his hands stopped suddenly.Just now, Liang Ziqian said that he was an economic expert who came to listen, and his business card was printed as the executive director of his company...

With a brainstorm, he acted accordingly and gave the girl an order. "Grind a cup of coffee for me first, stronger, don't worry."

The girl nodded slightly and turned away.

Fortunately, he is not a meddlesome secretary, otherwise he really doesn't know how to answer when asked...

Yan Ge sat in the lounge for more than half an hour, drank a cup of hand-ground Kenyan coffee, and stood up from time to time to look at the financial street view outside the window.

The whole room is well lit, and the person sitting on the sofa feels extremely comfortable when the sunlight shines in.

He couldn't help secretly praising that Liang Ziqian's working environment is a bit better, an office with an entire floor of nearly [-] square meters, where he can do anything for entertainment, work, rest, and so on. Damo is really willing to spend money on him.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, Yan Ge was bored, so he casually took a financial magazine from the side table and flipped through it, only to turn to the second page when he heard someone knocking on the door.

He looked around, didn't know who it was and didn't dare to answer.

At this time, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and Min Yu walked in as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Ge sitting on the sofa, and his face immediately turned cold.

When the two were deadlocked, there was a sound of footsteps not far away, and it was Liang Ziqian and the secretary who came up.