After Transmigrating into the President Wen of Dog Blood [Quick Transmigration]

Three days later, He Tingan called Lu Rong to the office, narrowed his narrow eyes into two slits, and showed a habitual and false smile: "Little Lu, I finished reading the plan you sent me in the mailbox two days ago, not bad , It was very well written and completely exceeded my expectations. There are no major problems, I just revised two small places and marked them in red on the paper, and you should focus on the marked places." He Tingan said while writing the revised text. Handed the business plan to Lu Rong.

Lu Rong took it with both hands: "Okay."

He Tingan habitually pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned around and sat on the sofa, and asked gently, "Has Xiao Lu been in contact with Mr. Feng these days?"

Lu Rong shook his head and said in a low voice: "Mr. Feng must be very busy. I'm afraid I will disturb him if I call, and Mr. He is still revising the proposal these two days. I think it's better to wait for you to finish the revision before sending it to Feng." General, and then ask him what he means."

"I already sent him the revised plan yesterday. You can follow this project to the end. It's better to hit the day if you choose another day. It's better to call now to inquire about the situation."

"Should I call now?" Lu Rong looked distressed, "If Mr. He is in a hurry, I can call again during lunch, do you think it's okay?"

"Xiao Lu, you are still young, and business matters need to be struck while the iron is hot." He Tingan patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "It's best to use your own mobile phone."

"I put my phone on the desk, but I didn't bring it here." Lu Rong knew that he would not give up, so he had to ask again, "Then I'll go get the phone now?"

He Tingan smiled with satisfaction, feeling that this little employee was very obedient.

Lu Rong was upset, but he didn't show any emotion. He took out his mobile phone and came to the CEO's office again. In front of He Tingan, he dialed Feng Xinglang's number.

The phone was connected, but it rang three times and no one answered.

He Tingan said, "Pull it on speakerphone."

Lu Rong nodded slightly, took the phone from his ear, and pressed the speaker.

When it was about to hang up automatically, a familiar and deep voice finally came from the other side of the phone: "Hello?"

Lu Rong looked at He Tingan's expression, followed the system's instructions, showing a look of helplessness: "Feng, Mr. Feng, I'm Lu Rong."

Feng Xinglang asked with a grunt, "What's the matter?"

Lu Rong read: "I just want to tell Mr. Feng that I sent the business plan to your mailbox, remember to read it when you have time."

"I've seen it." Feng Xinglang said.

He Tingan leaned close to Lu Rong's ear and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "Ask his opinion."

Lu Rong then said, "What do Mr. Feng think of this project?"

Feng Xinglang said without hesitation: "It's a good project, probably many people will be interested."

He Tingan had dealt with him for many years, knew that he was not included in the many people he mentioned, but he did not compromise, and mouthed: "Ask him to meet."

Lu Rong: "Mr. Feng tomorrow..."

He Tingan: "Today."

Lu Rong said, "Is Mr. Feng free today? Our boss..."

He Tingan: "It's not me, it's you."

Lu Rong was distracted to talk to the system, but didn't realize it for a while: "It's not me, it's you."

Feng Xinglang: "..."

He Tingan: "..."

Lu Rong sweated profusely: "Oh, I want to treat Mr. Feng to dinner."

Feng Xinglang was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay, see you at the old place at seven o'clock tonight."

Lu Rong was about to ask where the old place was, but the phone hung up.

He Tingan took out a tissue and gave it to him, "Wipe off your sweat and see how nervous you are."

Lu Rong pretended to be trembling and reached out to take it: "Thank you, Mr. He."

He Tingan stared at Lu Rong for a while, two cyan lights reflected on the lens, as if he was thinking about whether another person should take over this project, but without wasting too much time, he took a sip of tea from his water cup and asked him: "The old place where?"

Lu Rong froze for a moment, then shook his head blankly: "I don't know either."

He Tingan held his forehead for a long time, and then asked: "How many times have you met?"

Lu Rong counted in his heart, and truthfully stretched out three fingers.

He Tingan raised his eyebrows in surprise, thought for a while and said, "I was at the company two days ago, how many times did you meet?"

Lu Rong said: "The most recent time."

He Tingan buried his head in thought and continued to ask: "Then the first time and the second time are in the same place?"

Lu Rong wanted to shake his head, but then nodded in a strange way.In fact, the place of the first meeting is not the same as the second meeting at all.He and Feng Xinglang met a total of three times, except for the recent time at the company, the second time was in front of Feng Haoyang's house, and the first time was at a nightclub.Although it was pretended to be a soft bun, Lu Rong guessed after a little thought that the old place Feng Xinglang was talking about referred to the nightclub.

He Tingan didn't ask any more, obviously it didn't matter the location, and said with a smile: "Xiao Lu, this project is very important to the company's development, if you get it done, then you will be the biggest contributor, and the company will definitely not treat you badly."

Lu Rong nodded 'seriously': "I will do my best, Mr. He can rest assured."

He Ting'an reminded: "Let's get off work an hour early in the afternoon, don't hit the evening rush hour, it would be bad if you let Mr. Feng wait for you."

Of course Lu Rong wished for getting off work earlier.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Lu Rong clocked in and left.The traffic on the road has begun to line up in a slow-moving long queue, the sound of car horns from time to time penetrates into the ears, the warm orange sunlight pours on the obviously greasy makeup after a day of work, and the dust stirred up by the traffic dances in the air .All things in the world, whether they are alive or not, exist hard and vividly.

Lu Rong had the illusion that he had returned to the real life that he never forgot, but the task progress bar that was faintly visible in his mind reminded him that everything was an illusion set by the program, even himself.

Lu Rong shook his head, brought his thoughts back to the things he should be most concerned about, and called the system in his mind: "Feng Xinglang really didn't ask me to meet at a nightclub, did he?"

System: "Of course, nightclubs are much more exciting than restaurants."

Lu Rong: "Does he still want to sleep with me?"

System: "I can only issue tasks to the host, without spoiler permission."

Lu Rong: "..." What a hot chicken system!

The right eyelid twitched violently, and Lu Rong held it down with one hand, not knowing what to do next, and suddenly felt even more uneasy.

The sky is getting darker, and the nightlife in City A starts with the dazzling lights gradually lighting up as the sun goes down.

Standing at the door of the nightclub, Lu Rong mustered up the courage to look up at the shop name in red letters on a black background, took a deep breath, and silently prayed that he would not make the same mistakes again, at least not to be picked by him again tonight and go home on his stomach.

"What are you doing in a daze, go in." Feng Xinglang's voice came from behind, interrupting his meditation.

Lu Rong turned his head to look at him, and suddenly found the disdain and hidden disdain in Feng Xinglang's eyes, so he couldn't help but froze.

Feng Xinglang walked into the nightclub first.

The foreman quickly put down the communicator, walked up to Feng Xinglang, "Boss."

Feng Xinglang nodded politely, took out a VIP suite key card, looked back at Lu Rong who was in a daze, raised his hand and said, "Let's go to the room and talk about it."

Lu Rong followed Feng Xinglang into the house, took a look at the familiar and well-insulated suite, and then caught a glimpse of the solid wood full-length mirror mounted on the wall, thinking of his wavy body that he saw in the mirror that night, Without the system instructions, the base of the ear is already red.

Feng Xinglang sat on the sofa in the suite hall with an ordinary expression, tapped his fingers on the table casually, and his voice sounded gentler than anyone else: "Revisiting the old place, is it still fresh in your memory?"

Lu Rong blushed with embarrassment, bowed his head and said nothing.

Feng Xinglang casually opened a bottle of global limited-edition brandy, poured two cups, and patted the empty seat next to him, "Sit here, why are you standing so far away?"

Lu Rong raised his head and looked at him, met a pair of deep and dark eyes, completely unable to see what he was thinking, and shuddered.Bite cooperated with the system instructions, and sat down obediently.