The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

Song Yuanzhou himself doesn't have a big appetite, but when he eats with Jiang Che, he always fears that he won't be full because he is tall and big, so each meal is enough for them to eat three full meals.

It was the same at noon this time.

He bought two sets of bento boxes of the largest size in the supermarket. If he didn't only have two hands, he might be able to take more.

Song Yuanzhou took a taxi.

The main entrance of the "Jiangyuan" Group is the main building.

Two security guards with an electric shock baton at their waists stood on the left and right of the door.

Song Yuanzhou nodded to the security guard with a stiff smile on his face.

To enter the main building of the group, you must first go through the security gate, and then the automatic door inside will open.

Song Yuanzhou stepped on the automatic security sensor, the transparent sensor door was erected, and the red light from the top of his head and under his feet began to scan Song Yuanzhou back and forth.A few seconds later, the green light above the head was on, and with a long beep of "di", the automatic door opened.

There were two beautiful welcoming ladies standing behind the automatic door. When they saw the two bento boxes in Song Yuanzhou's hands, they took him for a delivery boy.

Miss Yingbin: "Brother, which department and whose meal are you going to deliver? You have worked hard in such a cold weather, why not put it here, I will call here and let them come down to pick it up, and you It’s good to send it on the next trip.”

"Jiang Yuan" is indeed a big group, and the service of a welcoming lady is so thoughtful and polite.

Unfortunately, he is not a delivery boy.

Song Yuanzhou smiled at her: "I'm not delivering food, I'm here to find someone."

Miss Yingbin's face froze for a moment, probably because she said something wrong and felt a little embarrassed.

After a while, the smile returned to his face, and his attitude was better than before.

"No matter which family or friend we come from here, they have to register first. Please sit next to us first, and call you after the few people in front are ready."

A woman was already sitting on the sofa next to Song Yuanzhou. She was sitting sideways with her head down, unable to see her face.

She was wearing a bright red knee-length skirt, and her waist looked very thin. From a distance, she should be a good-looking girl.

He just glanced casually, then looked away.

It happened to be her turn to register, and when she stood up, she suddenly turned her head, and unexpectedly met Song Yuanzhou's gaze that was too late to withdraw——

The so-called lovers are extremely jealous when they meet each other.

The welcoming ladies around didn't know the reason, but they only felt that there seemed to be more "cracking" sparks and a strong smell of sex in the air.

This woman is Ding Nongnong.

She originally had a pure and clean temperament face.In the article, the author originally wanted her to attract men in her weakness and beauty, but now she has taken some wrong medicine, and she insisted on turning herself into a seductress...

Ding Nongnong was gorgeous all over, with heavy eyeshadow and highlighter on his eyes, and the eyeliner was black and thick to highlight his big eyes, almost reaching his temples.

The glamorous makeup painted on the plain face is somewhat uncoordinated.

It's like a child stealing an adult's shoes...

It's a pity that Ding Nongnong didn't think so. He turned around and cast a provocative look at Song Yuanzhou.

Lip-syncing to Song Yuanzhou: I will see my brother first today!

Although the makeup is another kind of makeup, but this white lotus-like bitch is in her bones, and she can't get rid of it no matter what.

Song Yuanzhou was not in a hurry at all, he mouthed "Go quickly", and sat on the sofa calmly, waiting to eat melons and watch the show.

Heh... Xiao Mian, who is he looking down on?If this "Jiangyuan" office area can be entered at will, why did Special Assistant Qian give him a work permit as a green card last night?

The sofa was not far from the front desk, and their voices were not low. Song Yuanzhou pretended to be serious about swiping his phone, but in fact he wished he could have 10 antennae on his ears.

Front desk: "Miss, who are you looking for?"

Ding Nongnong: "I'm looking for your president."

Receptionist: "Okay, miss, do you have an appointment?"

Ding Nongnong: "No."

Front desk: "Okay, may I ask your surname, miss, do you want to talk about business with our president?"

Ding Nongnong was obviously a little impatient: "Ding, can I see your president? I have something very urgent."

Front desk: "Sorry, if you don't have an appointment here, you can't just meet the president."

Ding Nongnong: "I am her fiancee."

Only then did Song Yuanzhou raise his head from the screen of his mobile phone, and his eyes changed from a casual state of watching a movie to a state of preparedness for enemies.

Pupils constricted, eyes sharp.

Damn, the so-called lowly person is invincible, Ding Nongnong put aside the aura of the heroine, this lowly ability can make her invincible.

The face at the front desk was much calmer than his, but the registering and typing hands paused, and they raised their faces to look at Ding Nongnong.

The front desk looked at her for 3 seconds, but there was a slight sign of looseness on her face, and then because of her high standard of professionalism, she kept smiling, lowered her head and read a sentence: "38..."

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

Ding Nongnong: "?!!"

Song Yuanzhou: No, is the front desk of your big group talking so directly?Didn't you tell the os in your heart?

Ding Nongnong was really angry, and slammed the red clutch on the front table, "What do you mean?"

The front desk seemed to be used to such scenes, with a professional smile on his face, "You misunderstood, you are the 38th person who came to our front desk to register today, claiming to be the fiancee of the president."

Ding Nongnong was dumbfounded: "Are you real or are you kidding me? There are so many?"

The front desk turned the computer around so that she could see the number on the left corner of her registration form.

It really is the bloody "38".

Ding Nongnong: "..."

Ding Nongnong: "Then what should we do now?"

The receptionist smiled and said, "It's okay, you can wait for your number to be called."

Ding Nongnong breathed a sigh of relief when he thought that he could still wait for his number to be called."How long will it take?" he asked.

Front desk: "As far as I know, there are hundreds of people like you in front of you every day, but none of them have been in line. I advise you to go back first."

Ding Nongnong was furious: "You! Who do you take me for? You...wait, you will regret it!"

The face of the front desk did not change, turned the computer back a little, clicked the mouse twice, and shouted, "Next!"

Song Yuanzhou walked over with two insulation boxes and squeezed Ding Nongnong, "Please let me go."

Ding Nongnong took a step back and folded his arms to watch the play.

Ding Nongnong: "We meet again, you really linger, the 39th?"

Song Yuanzhou showed two rows of neat big white teeth, tilted his head and smiled, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss Sanba."

Ding Nongnong stood up straight, lowered his arms, and the clutch in his hand almost turned into a weapon and flew on Song Yuanzhou's head. Fortunately, she took a look at the brand of the bag before she let it go.

Gritting his teeth, he held back: "Keep your mouth clean, who are you calling Sanba?"

Front desk: "Do you know each other?"

Song Yuanzhou & Ding Nongnong snorted at the same time and turned their backs: "Who knows him!"

The front desk choked for a moment, and continued with business: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Song Yuanzhou: "Oh, I'll find Special Assistant Qian."

The receptionist deleted the word "President" with a pause, labeled it "Special Assistant", and continued to ask, "Do you have an appointment?"

Song Yuanzhou put the two three-story super-large lunch boxes in his hand on the table on the other side of the front desk, and leaned over to ask her, "Well, there is no document, does the verbal appointment last night count?"

Front desk: "Forget it, as long as you can contact Special Assistant Qian."

Song Yuanzhou took out the work ID that Qian Tezhu gave him yesterday from his coat pocket: "I contacted him just now, but he didn't reply. He must be busy. He said last night that if he can't be contacted, he can show this."

The front desk naturally recognizes their company's unified work permit.Nodding to the young lady at the front desk standing next to her, the young lady took a step forward and made a gesture of invitation.

"Sir, this way, please follow me."

Ding Nongnong followed behind and yelled unconvinced: "Hey, it's not fair...how can he go up?"

Front desk: "He is our friend of Special Assistant Qian."

Ding Nongnong: "The office is such a serious place, can friends just come in casually?"

Song Yuanzhou waved to her: "Then see you next time, Miss 38."

Ding Nongnong stomped his feet on the spot: "You are only 38, and you are only a food delivery person. Why do you pretend to be in charge of relatives, but you are so awesome."

The front desk only sent him to the elevator, pressed the top stairs for him and left.

This was Song Yuanzhou's first visit to Jiangyuan Group and the first time to see Jiang Che's work up close.

When Song Yuanzhou was at the door of the president's office, he could vaguely hear the voices of assistants and secretaries making fun of each other in the hall.

But the moment he opened the door and walked in, everyone interrupted the previous conversation and looked at him in unison.

In the entire office area, there was silence.

There was that examining, searching look in their eyes.

Song Yuanzhou stood at the door at a loss, and greeted them stiffly, "Well, hello."

Someone in the secretarial department stood up, probably someone like the team leader, and responded with a smile, "Hello, you are Qian Tezhu's friend, right? Qian Tezhu is in a meeting with the president right now, you sit here first one time."

She led Song Yuanzhou to the reception room aside: "Would you like something to drink?"

Song Yuanzhou shook his head quickly: "It's okay, you are busy, I can pass the time by looking at my phone alone."

At this time, in the conference room, all the executives lowered their heads, wishing they could bury their heads into the table boards, while chanting the invisibility spell in their hearts: I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me...

What a joke, the boss will really let him go, more real than real gold.

"The person in charge of the planning and publicity department, who is it now?"

The person in charge who was called by his name was shocked, while the others breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like they had escaped a catastrophe for a short time and were delaying their lives.

The two wretches stood up.

Jiang Che threw the reports they submitted on the table, and the two reports slid forward a few centimeters with the force of the fall, and they slipped to the front of the two responsible persons on the opposite side.

Jiang Che sneered: "You were hired by Jiang Yuan with a high salary, but what you make, tell me, is it different from your predecessors?"

"I'll give you a little more time, until the end of the month at most. If it's still like this, you won't even use your team." Jiang Che stood up, "Also, there was a plan before, and there is a plan to enter the entertainment industry. Eyebrow?"

Nowadays, the entertainment industry project is not handed over to the planning department, but a separate department has been set up to do this. This is a project that may be taken out to open an entertainment company alone.

The person in charge of the entertainment project straightened his back. He is an executive of another entertainment company. He is experienced in this field and full of confidence in planning the content.

But Special Assistant Qian knew that Jiang Che was not satisfied.

Special assistant Qian swept over the trembling and sweaty executives one by one.

I'm afraid that if they continue like this, they will be scared to death if they don't die from overwork.

So he took a small step forward, and said in a voice that only he and Jiang Che could hear, "The little boss is here, waiting outside."

XX year X month X day.

After all, it was an extraordinary year.

The executives in the main building of Jiangyuan Group's headquarters saw the so-called "face-changing Sichuan Opera" for the first time, witnessing the dawn of the ice century under Jiang Che's rule.

I saw that Jiang Che, who had a cold face and a murderous look on his face, heard or thought of something, and his frowning brows loosened visibly with the naked eye.

Then the corner of the mouth curved, revealing the dimple around the corner of the mouth faintly, but it disappeared after a while.

The corners of the executives' mouths twitched, and they suspected that the corners of their trembling eyes were also limping, otherwise why would they see the Wannian iceberg, him! ! !Actually laughed! ! !

Jiang Che twirled the cap of the pen that had been tapped on the table in his hand onto the pen: "That's the end of today's meeting."

Before the senior executives responded, they took the lead in disappearing at the door of the meeting room with long legs.

Qian Tezhu deliberately slowed down a few steps, and these executives gathered around, with question marks all over their heads, "What's the matter, Qian Tezhu? Why did the president suddenly not pursue it, and asked us to go to dinner?"

Qian Tezhu stood upright, only feeling strange, "You want the boss..." Qian Tezhu performed a gesture of cutting his neck.

The person in charge of the planning department took two steps: "Did you see the bloodthirsty smile on the corner of the president's mouth? This knife didn't fall, I always panic."

Tezhu Qian opened the door of the meeting room, and it happened that Song Yuanzhou followed Jiang Che out of the meeting room.

Special Assistant Qian pointed out: "Did you see it? Remember him, maybe you can save your life. I can only help you here."

The person in charge of the Propaganda Department is young but bald, and has stayed up all night, with red eyes, "The little boss...tomorrow..."

Special Assistant Qian smiled mysteriously, and said to the bewildered executives in a conference room: "Maybe, in the near future, I can see every day..."

Just as confused as the executives were the secretary assistants in the hall outside the door.

It was a few minutes before the lunch break at noon. They stretched their waists and waited for the time to go to the tea room for dinner.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the boss suddenly walked out of the conference room, his footsteps hurried.

Assistant & Secretary: "???"

Isn't it usually not open until two o'clock?

What's even more magical is that Jiang Che walked all the way to the reception room without stopping, and then followed the young man with good-looking features just now.

Uh... isn't this Qian Tezhu's friend?

Didn't you come to find Special Assistant Qian?

Then why is Special Assistant Qian not in a hurry, but seems very intimate with the boss...

What is this psychedelic god unfolding?

It's a good thing that this lunch break didn't arrive, it's wonderful that it didn't come!

Otherwise, wouldn't you want to miss such a beautiful melon!

Wow, boss these days, he comes home on time every day, is it because of this young man who claims to be Qian Tezhu's friend!

The secretaries turned on their mobile phones. In addition to their own small group of the secretary assistant department, they also had a small group of the entire company.

The name of this group is "Jiangyuan Gossip Concentration (No Boss)".

The young ladies at the front desk just now had discussed this young man a long time ago, and they thought he was not good-looking with red lips and white teeth.

[Big news, big news, we're going to have a queen soon! ]

[what? What!Your Excellency has enlightened? ]

[Bingshan can enlighten?Let me be healthy, let me be healthy! ]

[Is your focus wrong?Isn't the point which is the queen? ]

[That's right, don't be a fool, who is the queen? ]

[The queen came to find Special Assistant Qian, and now she is having lunch with the president, and she hasn't left yet! ]

[When you see the empress in the future, remember to salute, and don't collide if you want to save your life! ]

[Decree! ]

[Sigh, although the boss has an iceberg face and is usually serious, he is really pretty, woo woo woo. ]

[Lan Shou, lost love, sisters, whether to go to the opening game tonight, toast to our lost love! ]

[God tm love, I want to set up a game and say it straight, making such a lame excuse... so what... where is the appointment?add me! ]

Song Yuanzhou's life as an otaku before becoming an anchor made him rarely come into contact with so many real people. Facing the attention of so many people, he felt his scalp tingle and his feet walked faster and faster.

Quickly passed Jiang Che, walking stiffly, walking all the way in the direction of the bathroom.

Jiang Che followed behind him.

Ever since, the employees in the hall watched helplessly as the little boss took the boss with two boxes of lunch and went to the toilet.

"Uh, is there food in the toilet?"

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, then shook their heads in unison.

After leaving the encirclement of everyone's eyes, Song Yuanzhou was able to breathe normally.

Leaning against the wall outside the toilet, he looked at Jiang Che with two begging eyes, "Mr. Jiang, this seems to be... a toilet..."

Jiang Che nodded: "Well, you go."

Song Yuanzhou said embarrassedly: "I don't want to go, let's go to eat."

When I came back, I happened to meet Qian Tezhu.

Qian Tezhu put his hands in his trouser pockets, and greeted Song Yuanzhou and the others as if by coincidence, "Hey, little boss, haven't you eaten yet?"

Song Yuanzhou gestured to the lunch box in his hand: "Has Tezhu Qian eaten? If not, let's go together?"

Jiang Che took the lunch box from Song Yuanzhou, and said flatly, "He won't eat it."

Special Assistant Qian gave a "hmm", watching the delicious food being transferred from one hand to the other with pain, gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes, I won't eat, hahaha, I'm losing weight."

Song Yuanzhou: "Oh, but you are like Qian Tezhu, do you still need to lose...weight?"

Qian Tezhu tried his best to roll up the sleeves of his suit, and with his right hand, he squeezed out a lump of flesh on his left wrist, "Damn, look, it's all meat! Don't look at me looking thin in my clothes, but the flesh is actually hidden inside."

In fact, the villain in my heart grinned——

I'm in a hurry...it hurts like hell.

Boss, add money, add money, must add money!

Until now,

The flesh on my body has also risked its life for your love!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Kindergartens organize spring outings.

Xiao Zhouzhou was carrying Xiaotuji's small bag, squatting on the ground, humming.

Xiao Zhouzhou: "I can't walk~"

Xiao Jiangjiang squatted down and turned his back: "Come on."

Xiao Zhouzhou jumped up and down for a second and said "yeah".