After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

It was the first time that Mr. Fang talked about cooperation without Assistant Wen. The key point was that the sound was quite loud, and everyone outside could hear it. Stiff neck at work station.

Wen Ling was afraid that Fang Chuli would start a fight with Chi Lan, so he glanced at the temporary project manager. The manager's eyes were full of "help me, save me", and he was still with Fang Chuli.

Facing the miscellaneous eyes, he was helpless: "I made the PPT, I made the plan, and the ideas are all in my mind. If you want to touch Chi Lan, you can't make fun of the meeting, right?"

Fang Chuli frowned, looking very unhappy, but he knew the seriousness after all, so he didn't get angry in front of so many people.

The project manager hurried back to his post as if he had escaped death with an amnesty.

Wen Ling really didn't expect that Chi Lan not only brought people from the team, but also brought three bodyguards in black.

"..."

Chi Lan was dressed in a lead gray suit and a dark brown overcoat. She looked more radiant and radiant.

Now it's raining lightly, and the heating in the office is sufficient, but it can't suppress the cold quickly, and there is a faint smell of rosin in the remaining coldness.

In Wenling's impression, Chi Lan was a little skinny and fair when he was a teenager, but now he works out every day or something, his skin is more wheat-colored, and he is not a little bit stronger, and he can appear under a buttoned suit type.

Chi Lan took off her sunglasses, unexpectedly passed Fang Chuli, and looked at Wen Ling with the corner of her mouth raised: "Assistant Wen, after several years, I finally see you again."

Just as Wen Ling was about to smile awkwardly, Fang Chuli suddenly took half a step forward, half covering him.

Chi Lan grinned at the corner of his mouth and let out a clear "tsk".

The scene was not small, and no one would believe that this was a business meeting.

Fang Chuli was full of anger and coldness, and looked at Chi Lan with sharp eyes.

Chi Lan, who was still ignorant of the holiday situation, looked relaxed, even a little provocative towards Fang Chuli, handed the coat and sunglasses to the person behind him, straightened his suit, and smiled: "Boss Fang is here, almost I did not see you."

"..."

So bold, so arrogant.

It's been so long, and no one has dared to love each other like this. Wen Ling was sure that the two of them had a feud, and felt that the lion beside him was trembling and angry.

Chi Lan didn't spare his life: "It's because Assistant Wen is too dazzling."

Wen Ling suddenly felt that besides a sword, there was also a dark pot on his head.

This sword was aimed at him throughout the discussion and explanation that followed.

This was the most tense time Wenling had experienced in the past twenty years, and for some reason, he felt that Chi Lan looked at him with strange scrutiny.

Maybe it was a childhood experience. Wen Ling and Fang Chuli grew up together and studied together. Outsiders would inevitably have to speculate about his relationship with the young master.

"Don't think that something will happen to those rivals who are fighting to death, maybe it's just a grudge, and they want to raise a gun behind their backs."

Shu Wang said with a smile: "Of course, it's the kind of gun that is not suitable for children."

While speaking with professionalism, Wen Ling also glanced at Fang Chuli and Chi Lan.

These two people are one on the left and one on the right, separated by an "O"-shaped conference table, like the north and south on both sides of the watershed, but they are also a good match after all.

Both of them are young masters, and they have the right temperament and behavior. When you look closely, the eyes of the two of them propped up on the table and look at him are compatible, and even their postures——

Fang Chuli propped up the table with his left hand, making drastic cuts; while Chi Lan leaned on the table to support his cheek, tilting his head.

The gazes of the two different gazes seemed to be good and the other evil. It was that kind of atmosphere with different styles but equal strength.

A good match.

In the past, when Fang Chuli's aunt fell in love, she was persuaded by the seven and eight aunts of the Fang family to separate them, saying that the two of them were not in the same family, and that the son of a certain director was the right choice.

At that time, Wen Ling was young, and Tong Yan Wuji asked his mother: "Why is that the right choice?"

Mother Wen didn't blame him, but she also told him not to talk nonsense: "There will be irreconcilable conflicts between two people if there is too much difference between them, marriage, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and life philosophy..."

"Families like Xiaoli and the others need to be in the same household to be safe."

Wen Ling sighed in his heart, these two are well-connected, right...

Fang Chuli stood up suddenly, and said beside him, "Let me tell you about the next one."

Not only Wen Ling, but even the directors and managers of the two companies couldn't help but gasp.

The main event of Chengtai West District is coming, Fang Chuli is about to start his tricks!

Unlike everyone else, Chi Lan still propped her cheeks, looking at Fang Chuli leisurely.

Fang Chuli: "The economic risk of Internet celebrities is too high. Chengtai has never tried this before, so we still plan to be more conservative. If Mr. Chi is really interested, he will sign a one-year trial period first, but Chengtai can only give From the investment to the second, the income remains unchanged."

The people below were in an uproar.

What was discussed before was that the investment would cost [-]% and Chengtai would get [-]% from Sanyilan, but the income would be [-]%.

In fact, for the partners, Chengtai always invests four or six dollars, and if they have a good eye, there are even five or five, but the requirements are a little higher. This is directly divided by such a move, which is obviously Fang Chuli deliberately making things difficult for Yilan.

Chi Lan had agreed to Sanqi earlier - even on the phone, she couldn't tell whether she was willing or not.

Wen Ling was already prepared to deal with it. After all, he knew that after a quick investigation, he thought that no one would be willing to be taken advantage of, and a tug-of-war was inevitable.

Now it's still pressed to two, how can we talk about it?Doesn't this force Yi Lan to get angry up and down?

Wen Ling felt that this could not continue, but Fang Chuli acted like "it is impossible to negotiate the conditions again, and he likes to sign or not".

"Okay."

Chi Lan suddenly opened his mouth, and everyone's eyes turned to Chi Lan.

"can."

Wen Ling suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, so he couldn't hold back: "Is it possible?"

Chi Lan raised her eyebrows for a moment, "Yes", and nodded: "As long as you sign, [-] is not a problem."

"..."

This hit Fang Chuli didn't know what to say, but his eyes became more serious, Chi Lan sat up straight, bounced all these scary eyes back, and bared his teeth: "Is the next item, Mr. Fang's attention to Internet celebrities?" Are there requirements for appearance and ability? But it’s okay, if you can’t, you can come to Yilan, and I’ll take you to see it for yourself.”

Wen Ling watched the two people's gazes in silence.

An invisible force was pulling, Fang Chuli attacked, Chi Lan blocked it, and gently raised the corners of his lips to form a continuous attack.

"..."

This is completely an attitude of "one is making trouble, the other is smiling and letting go".

It won't work if this goes on, the fake trap will come true, and the "being attacked by a deadly enemy" that Wei Xixi said in his mouth has really come true.

"Okay," he couldn't help but interrupt the meeting, wanting to end the meeting, "Since we can talk about all aspects, let's sign the contract and go out for dinner together?"

"Yes, let's have a meal together." Fang Chuli was surprisingly cooperative, and the official's smile was full of danger.

Chi Lan was not polite, eager to say: "Okay."

Wen Ling regretted being too talkative again.

After signing the contract, Chi Lan blinked at Wen Ling: "Thank you Assistant Wen, we'll wait for you downstairs!"

Wen Ling was baffled by him, contacted the driver, and planned to see how Fang Chuli changed the contract.

Chi Lan is also really good, he doesn't care if there is a hole in it, and he signed it without looking through it, which has the taste of "If you want to make trouble, I will make trouble with you".

Damn, it's damn sweet!The sourness in Wen Ling's heart surged, what contract is there to look at, both of them are like playing, so what else is he asking for!

Do not read!Wen Ling pulled out the folder.

"Wen...Assistant Wen!"

The door of the office was opened, and the project manager came in in a hurry in the morning, with sweat on his forehead, and called him: "Assistant Wen, go to the general manager's office to have a look, Mr. Fang, he, he and Mr. Chi, Fight... get up!"

hit... get up...

Wen Ling put down the contract, opened the door and went to the general manager's office. If he didn't pay attention, Fang Chuli disappeared, and he beat Chi Lan? !

The sugar in his brain hadn't melted yet, his whole body was hot, and his back and forehead were instantly sweating.

Anyway, it's a company, and it's rare for Young Master Fang to be indifferent. This is obviously out of control.But he saw that the work area was not in chaos, and no one dared to look around.

Wen Ling opened the door of the general manager's office, and there were several folders scattered in a mess. Chi Lan and the people brought by Chi Lan were no longer here. Fang Chuli sat on a chair with a bruise on his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ling gasped.

The project manager had a very good look, and he exited with interest and closed the door.

Wen Ling was eager and anxious, and pressed his head to look at the injury: "Why is this still fighting? Where's Chi Lan?"

Fang Chuli still had hostility in his black pupils. He wasn't wearing a suit jacket, and the buttons on the collar of his black shirt were unbuttoned. With a murderous look, he broke Wen Ling's hand and shouted: "As soon as you open your mouth, look for Chi." Lan?"

Wen Ling: "I..."

He thought Fang Chuli's question was a bit strange.

"I'm not looking for him," Wen Ling hurriedly smacked the young master, "Isn't this beating up the business partner in the company? Are you afraid of being talkative?"

"Whoever is talkative is their business," Fang Chuli said stubbornly, "You can't mention Chi Lan!"

Wen Ling: "..."

"Okay, don't mention it, how old are you, and you still fight, and you will be told when you get home after being injured." Wen Ling pressed his head to change the subject.

"It's broken, I'm going to get alcohol." He remembered that there were medicine boxes everywhere.

While searching and talking, he was still panting: "This matter is not what you think, it can't be determined by monitoring, what if there is a fake?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Ling himself shuddered.

"Then what you gave me is also fake?" Fang Chuli stared at him.

Alcohol was in his hand, feeling cold, Wen Ling gritted his teeth, leaned back against the desk, his hands trembled, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry."

This sudden apology made Fang Chuli's eyes turn red, and Wen Ling saw a little tear in his reddened eye sockets.

At this moment, fear is not worth mentioning in front of distress.

"I'm sorry, I found someone to edit that video." Wen Ling took a deep breath, dipped a paper towel in alcohol and carefully stained the blood, "I was afraid...it was me that night."

Wen Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he finally confide in his thoughts, Fang Chuli can do whatever he wants, just don't make such a fuss anymore.

But unexpectedly, Fang Chuli didn't let go at all, but blinked his eyes, and two big tears rolled out and fell into Wen Ling's palm.

The temperature of the tears was hot.

"You like him so much," Fang Chuli's eyes became redder and redder. He didn't know whether it was pain or anger, and he trembled, "Do you want to take this kind of blame?"

Wen Ling: "???"

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Goodnight everybody!