After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Wen Ling only received a text message reply when he was getting off work. The other party's attitude was very tough, which he expected.

- I don't know whether to address Mr. or Ms. I'm really sorry.

- I have been paying attention to this ring for a long time. I know this kind of request is very offensive. I still have contact information of many designers here. I still need to choose more rings.

Unexpectedly, there was a direct reply:

- Then why don't you pick and choose others?

Wen Ling: "..."

He hissed, this must be a hard bone, he rummaged through the folder for a long time, and called the young lady beside him: "Is your "Pervert Negotiation Rules" still there?"

The young lady was very surprised: "Yes, do you want to borrow it?"

Wen Ling nodded.

"Are you going to talk about a big deal?" The young lady stared curiously, and then smoothed her hair, "Which boss is difficult to deal with? I can memorize the "Detailed Rules", and I can draw inferences flexibly. You are so short. Time is too short, let me contribute to the company!"

Wen Ling had forgotten that before Fang Chuli took over Chengtai, this young lady was very fond of wine table culture and bosses.

Later Wen Ling came, he wasn't the one who took girls out to drink with him, of course, no matter how tricky he was, it was too late to deal with Fang Chuli at the wine table, and the vulgar wine culture turned into a matter-of-fact confrontation.

"No," Wen Ling said, "I have some personal matters."

What private matters need to use the "Pervert Negotiation Rules"?

The young lady was about to ask some serious personal matters, but seeing Assistant Wen's "don't ask" appearance, she went to look for a book seriously.

Before leaving get off work with Young Master Fang, Wen Ling sent several sincere words, which were always on his mind, but unfortunately, when the two of them arrived at the villa, there was no reply.

The cold has not subsided recently, Fang's mother has a bit of a cold, so she dragged them both before meals, not letting Wen Ling go.

"Why didn't you say you won't let me go?" Fang Chuli's hair was about to stand up, and his apple-peeling hand stopped instantly.

Fang's mother was holding Wenling's granule, and her voice was a little hoarse: "You said that you would come back with Wenling three or four times a month, but in reality? Why don't you go to the company to work overtime now?"

Fang Chuli: "..."

"Don't say that's Wenling's work scope!" Fang's mother grabbed Wenling's hand, her palm was a little hot, "Both your father and I think this is not a problem."

"Lao Fang will take the things back later and tell you in detail, and I will discuss it with Qinqin."

Wen Ling suddenly felt that coming back was not an easy trip, and his brows and eyes froze.

"In the past, I just didn't think carefully, and I didn't find a formal entry point to create a relationship like an assistant," Fang's mother stopped Wen Ling's mouth, "Now that all shareholders have also met, it's time for Wen Ling to be in the shareholder seat. There's a spot."

"Everyone still has no objections," Fang's mother smiled softly, "After all, everyone can see your ability, and other old shareholders are not easy to discuss. After all, you have come with Chengtai through ups and downs. I understand. , you two will work harder in the future."

Wen Ling understands that this matter is actually not easy to handle. It is not easy to arrange for someone to come suddenly.

If it's really like Fang Nianxi and Chi Ming, it's okay, but now they don't have a copy of the paperwork, and it's because of this relationship, it's more or less subtle.

The old shareholders will definitely not sell their shares, and even make things difficult.

Fang Chuli has a straight temper: "If I give him half of mine, won't it be over? What kind of mind do these people have?"

"You can't say that," Mother Fang patted the young master's head, "If you share half of it, half of the rights will be lost. It can't be scattered."

Chengtai is the Fang family's Chengtai, and it cannot be scattered. Fang Chuli's shareholding has been distributed to Wenling, which means that the decision-making power of the two has no real meaning.

"There will be a shareholders' meeting in the second half of this year." Fang's mother turned her head to look at Wenling again. "This time it will involve the exchange of shares and rights. You may have to do more things than before."

"But don't worry, just take it as a final test."

The inside and outside of the words are, they are going around, Wenling is going to fight.

Wen Ling's heart skipped a few beats.

Fang's mother tightened her hand and squeezed his hand: "We all believe in you."

"it is good."

That night, Fang Dong asked him to go to the study to talk about things. His general idea was the same as that of Fang's mother, but Fang's mother said it more bluntly: just take the important project in the second half of the year and throw it in front of the old shareholders.

So Wenling immediately received a business plan from a partner in the north, and joined the project group of the headquarters.

There was no Fang Chuli in it. This time, Fang Dong asked him to lead a group of people to do this well.

He looked at the "Welcome Assistant Wen" that swiped the screen in the group, replied with a simple greeting and cut out to reply to the message.

-Give it up, first come, first served, I won't give you anything you say.

Wen Ling frowned. Fang Chuli was coming down from the stairs. He had just finished taking a shower, and his hair hadn't been blown yet. After stroking it with a towel, it was a mess, so he roughly combed it back with both hands.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"

Wen Ling quickly cut out the interface and smiled: "No."

Fang Chuli frowned: "Then why do you act like the project is in Huang's hands?"

"Isn't this the first time I've taken this kind of job? Nervous." He joked.

"Are you nervous?" Fang Chuli didn't wear a shirt, but put on a pair of loose sweatpants, and didn't tie the rope. The mermaid line was a bit flamboyant.

Wen Ling blinked, and Fang Chuli took a breath: "I rely on you to be really nervous, right?"

Wen Ling blinked, looking very serious.

"Your professional ability is very good, and you will definitely be able to do well. By then, those stubborn old people will be speechless!"

The little lion was shaking his fur anxiously, and said with all his tenderness, "The monument in Chengtai West District has your name on it!"

Wen Ling couldn't bear his description, and laughed: "Say a few more words, and I'll be on the list of great men."

"You are the great man in my heart."

The young master didn't feel that this adjective was wrong at all, and put his arms around Wen Ling: "I think this is pretty good, it's always Fang Zongwen's assistant, it's really not good."

Wen Ling took the towel and raised his hand to help him wipe his hair: "I know."

Mr. Fang and Assistant Wen are out of shape, but Mr. Fang and Assistant Wen are even worse if they don't have a suitable ring, Wen Ling thought.

The night was getting darker, Fang Chuli was sleeping next to him completely defenseless, and he was almost on his back. Wen Ling remembered that Fang Chuli was like this in the past.

When I was in kindergarten, I was forced to take a nap at noon every day. There were people sleeping in the four corners of a bed. It was very accidental. As long as I couldn't sleep with Wen Ling, something would happen to him.

Either it’s uncomfortable here or there, and I’m determined not to go to bed/sleep, and I don’t even want to enter the room where I sleep. I just watch who is sleeping next to Wenling by the window, and I can stare at others for a week.

The teacher was very troubled by this, and some students were afraid of this young master, so it was Wen Ling who took the initiative to tell the teacher to let him sleep with Young Master Fang.

"This way he is very quiet." Xiao Wenling said.

The teacher therefore likes Wenling very much.

Every lunch break, Fang Chuli's face would die from laughter, and he stood by Wen Ling's side and called him: "Sleep together, Wen Ling!"

The teacher would say "Go and take a nap with this young master!" on the side.

Then Wen Ling would experience Young Master Fang's restless sleeping position. It was okay at first, as if he was not used to it, and he was cautious. As the sleep deepened, Fang Chuli would lie on Wen Ling's body, and even spread his hands and feet.

Wen Ling was unaware of these processes. He always slept deeply, and usually woke up from being overwhelmed and out of breath, only to see the sleeping face leaning on his shoulder.

Eyes closed lightly, eyelashes fluttering.

He looked sideways at Fang Chuli, the young master seemed to have noticed it, and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Can't sleep?"

Wen Ling hugged him even tighter, hugging his back: "Wake up."

Fang Chuli's voice was muffled in his heart, and he patted him lightly despite his drowsiness: "I'm still here."

Wen Ling pressed against his ear: "Go to sleep."

Wen Ling fought with that person for several days, watching the sale date approaching day by day, he was rarely able to control his facial expression.

Fortunately, Fang Chuli only thought that he was worrying about the planning, and was busy running to the headquarters.

Mr. Fang was not often in the West District during this period, and the attitude of the people typing in every station was a lot fluttering. Wen Ling had a good temper, except that he was surprised that he didn't follow, and just grabbed him to share snacks.

Wen Ling didn't care much, and continued to organize his words.

"I implore you to talk to me face to face, let me take a chance" message still in the morning.

He sent a lot of words similar to the second half of the sentence, but he hardly got any reply. He would send it in the morning, at night, and before going to bed. Maybe he was disturbed by the interruption, and occasionally there would be a sentence "Don't dream if you are bothered", "There is this In your spare time, you can design a pair yourself.”

Wei Xixi is more anxious than him, asking him about his progress every day:

- have you discussed it with that person

-I see that the designer sent a message about the finished product, but he didn't post a picture.

- This ring of his is already dated!

Wen Ling looked helpless:

- yes, i'm still trying to communicate...

Wei Xixi:

- How about I ask my junior to find out who this person is?Do what you like!

He was also anxious, but refused:

- Or not, this can't be opportunistic.

Wei Xixi knew who he was, so he didn't persuade him too much, telling him not to worry, and saying other things to ease his heart.

Wen Ling looked at the advertisement for listing and cooperation two days later, and felt really hard to calm down, so he sent several more messages.

It was the first time he disturbed others like this, and he didn't feel good about it. He also thought about looking at other designs by himself, but he couldn't let it go.

Always give it a try.

He thought so.

-Okay, let's meet this afternoon. Where do you want to meet?

Wen Ling looked at the news in a daze for a moment before realizing that this person seemed to let go of his mouth on purpose?

Let go!

His palms were hot, his body was still trembling, and he made several typos:

- I can go to your place and find you.

The man became ruthless again:

- why should i tell you where i amWhat if you follow me every day after the meeting fails?

Wen Ling: "..."

This wariness was too heavy, and his mood of relaxing was raised again.

There is still no change between the lines.

He quickly changed the subject and asked what his last name was.

- The surname is Jin, Jin Gui, just call me Mr. Jin.

Wen Ling's mind was racing, so of course he couldn't tell him his real last name:

- My surname is Liu.

Mr. Kim:

- I don't care what your last name is.

Wen Ling: "..."

This is a hard bone that really can't speak...

In the end, the two met at a Starbucks coffee shop three stations away from Chengtai West District. Wen Ling lied that he worked in that plaza, and donated his fake address to gain trust.

Just as Wen Ling was thinking about how to tell Fang Chuli about this, Fang Chuli's text message came:

- There is still something to do at the headquarters. I will go back after I am done. I will bring you the Malatang here.

Wen Ling had a premonition that this time the talks would go smoothly. For him, luck would not come by accident. With the blessing of his strength, it was a successful opening.

He messaged back:

-Then I will stay in the company for overtime work, and you will send me a message when you are done.

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Master Fang in childhood: sleeping (noun)

Master Fang after growing up: sleep (verb)