After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Wenling got up early on the day he set out to investigate, but Fang Chuli couldn't get up at all, so he could only raise his eyelids tiredly and watch him get dressed.

"You sleep a little longer, it's the weekend anyway." Wen Ling kissed him on the side of the cheek.

Fang Chuli closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his hand and pressed Wen Ling's head, hummed, and buried his face in the pillow.

Wen Ling knew that he was expressing his dissatisfaction. The two of them barely got out of bed the day before, and Young Master Fang could not speak much at the end. Now his strength has not recovered much, and his hands are not heavy. It seems to be acting like a baby in a certain sense.

"I'll ask Auntie to make breakfast later, and I'll also wake you up for dinner," Wen Ling said.

Fang Chuli turned over, eyes still closed: "Let's go, let's go."

"So eager to let me go?"

"Well, I still want to save my life."

Wen Ling smiled, when he was about to open the door, he was stopped by the young master again, Fang Chuli opened his eyes: "Kiss me before leaving."

Regarding the person in charge here, Wen Ling has done the most detailed understanding, and the planning plan has been rejected again and again. It can be said that it is the most proficient and rhythmic business negotiation so far.

But he was a little unaccustomed to not having Fang Chuli by his side, and he always felt that something was missing.

This company has an ice and snow rink on Beishan, which used to be a barren mountain when it snowed. It was only in recent years that they thought of turning it into an ice rink, but the traffic has not improved much, and there are very few local tourists.

If no one comes to consume, there will be no income, and if there is no income, you can only rebate every year, and you will not be able to recruit people, let alone have money to innovate any attractive projects.

It's a vicious circle.

When the person in charge took them away, they were all in a state of distress, and Wen Ling seemed to be able to see the smoke steaming on his head.

"The current traffic in this area is indeed not very good. There is no direct bus or anything, but self-driving is no problem." The snow here has not yet cleared, and there are pits at every step. The person in charge sighed, "If we have funds, we will Those who are willing to set up a dedicated line are few, and they have not been able to make attractive publicity.”

Wenling looked back and forth until the afternoon, and found that there were few tourists here, so I asked someone to ask about the situation. Most of them were people who lived nearby to go skating.

None of them came from out of town.

After a day of running, Wen Ling felt that squatting in the room to write a project proposal was simply impossible. Looking at the snow all over the mountain, he even called Fang Dong that night.

Fang Dong also happened to be in the study. After reading the survey map sent by Wen Ling, he showed no emotion on his face, and only said, "No wonder no one has accepted this project."

"You looked at it today, do you think it is time to continue to discuss feasible plans, or to measure the possibility of cooperation?"

It was quite difficult. When Wen Ling stepped into that mountain, whether he could continue to discuss cooperation became more important than the construction of a planning plan.

He is only now able to taste the specific emotions of the person in charge's anxiety.

The person in charge said that their boss had been posting money for several years, and there must have been many who came to discuss cooperation and returned disappointed after the inspection.

Wen Ling frowned.

Fang Dong didn't urge him to answer immediately, but Fang Chuli's voice was full of urgency: "It's minus ten degrees over there? He ran away for a day?"

Director Fang: "..."

Wen Ling: "..."

Can't stop through the door.

"You are fully responsible for this project now." Fang Dong lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at the information at hand, "I will not intervene too much, and I will not intervene in your decision."

"We have this kind of project that relies on snow-capped mountains, and you know it."

Wen Ling's eyes lit up under the light. It's not easy to see snow in the south. He knows that the ski resort is overcrowded in winter.

"Our side, after all, the weather is not good," Fang Dong continued, "This kind of thing depends on the weather. Summer is long, but the activity season in winter is enough."

"It's different in the north..."

Wen Ling's eyes lit up a little more.

Fang Dong looked at Wen Ling on the screen: "Let's think about it in the opposite direction. The boss has been in the mountains for several years, and he still hasn't thrown away his money. What is it for?"

Wen Ling hung up the phone that night, and had a few words with Fang Chuli. He had a preliminary plan in his mind, and this plan made his heart beat faster for a long time.

He hurriedly pressed it down, he was prone to impulsiveness at night, and he had to go to the project tomorrow to have a look.

But until he had breakfast, he couldn't calm down. It was still snowing when he got up early in the morning, and the winter here was longer than he imagined.

Just as he was thinking, two people entered the restaurant, and Wen Ling's pupils shrank suddenly.

The visitor was also taken aback when he saw him, but he didn't say hello.

Wen Yucan was wearing a large blue shirt with a thick knit jacket over it, and the light yellow slacks tied the shirt loosely. He looked like he had just woken up, and he was in a daze.

Now that he is awake, he quickly hides from the people around him.

Wen Ling thought about it for a while, and it seems that the place where Wen Yucan was filming is not far from here.

Chi Lan is not so polite anymore. After so many things, if he still has feelings for Wen Ling, Wen Ling himself will have the illusion of "I'm so charming".

After Chi Lan was stunned, his brows and eyes sank, his deep eyes were full of anger, but he didn't come over to say hello.

Wen Ling posted in the group that he would go there later to have a look. Thinking that this place should not stay for a long time, he got up, took his coat and went out.

As soon as he returned to the room, Wen Yucan's news arrived on his mobile phone.

-Assistant Wen, Chi Lan was drunk once before, and he said that he met Fang Chuli years ago.

Wen Ling was shocked:

-when?

Wen Yucan sent news quickly:

-In August or September, he kept muttering Fang Chuli's name afterwards.

-I feel like I was thinking wrong. Is Chi Lan not interested in you? I feel that he has strange thoughts about Fang Chuli.

Wen Ling frowned at the news, but he didn't reply.

Things are rushing to today, Wenling is now suddenly cold in the heavy snow all over the sky, he thought that the night of drunkenness was the beginning of the breach, but now that he thinks about it, it seems not, this "start" is earlier than he imagined.

He couldn't figure it out, but he could catch clues.

I was in a panic at the time, and pulled Chi Lan's portrait by accident, because he didn't know him anymore, but Fang Chuli knew him, so he chose to cooperate with Chi Lan and force Chi Lan to face him face to face.

At that time, Wen Ling didn't have a long time to adjust his wife to pinch the image. He "hissed" in a breath, that is, it was about August or September.

Chi Lan had entered Fang Chuli's room at that time.

But Fang Chuli insisted on not doubting the video, so Young Master Fang might not remember this video, or even what happened in the video.

Wen Ling's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Chi Lan, Chi Lan..." He said silently twice in his heart, and contacted Shu Wang.

His complexion was not very good all afternoon. Others thought he was worried about the mountain, but the person in charge was worried, thinking that this project was going to be yellow.

No one drank at dinner at night, and the person in charge was honest. He had no alcohol culture in his heart, and he never thought of being drunk by the Wenling group.

After eating, he sent Wen Ling to the car: "Mr. Wen, our boss will come back from a business trip tomorrow. I'm afraid I didn't take good care of you. He will come to you for an interview tomorrow. Do you think it's okay?"

Wen Ling wanted to stay here for a while anyway, and he planned to do his best to solve this problem. He didn't say he was going to die, because he always felt that there was still room in his heart, and he had some opinions on seeing this boss who was losing money and still making money.

"Okay, you can contact me when the time comes." Wen Ling nodded.

The person in charge heaved a sigh of relief, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and nodded in a pouty voice: "Okay Mr. Wen, I will definitely call you as soon as possible!"

After returning to the hotel, Wenling held a meeting. Not only did he plan to sign the contract for publicity, but he also planned to inject capital.

The team was not optimistic about his decision. They followed him for several days, and his old cold legs almost ran out. Every day when he came back, his body felt dry. It had been soaked for several days and was also wilted.

Wen Ling was quite excited when he mentioned this, but he was poured cold water by the sentence "The probability of this kind of compensation is 90.00%[-], and the remaining [-]% is government subsidies for severe weather."

No, it's freshly melted ice water in a pot of ice and snow.

He looked at the proposal, and there was nothing to change, and Wen Yucan came to add to the chaos.

Now they have to be called starlets. Wen and Can's salary is not high, but they are also in the position of joint relationship. The label is a few streams, but the salary they get is far more than this position.

The frequency of paying back the money has become tighter, and even the price has increased, and now another 1 yuan has been transferred to his card.

-I saw you come back in snow today. Did you go to the mountain to discuss the project?

- Chi Lan said that there is a mountain here, and they wanted to rent it out to build an outdoor shooting location, but the boss there was unwilling.

Wen Ling squinted his eyes slightly. Now that he saw Chi Lan's name, he felt strange and uncomfortable, but he still didn't reply.

He clicked on the video that Shu Wang sent him, it was the cut surveillance video, and there was also the full version before.

At that time, Chi Lan was wearing a mask and came out of Fang Chuli's room.

Looks a little... urgent?

Chi Lan was wearing a gray suit, and it looked like she had attended a relatively grand meeting or reception here. Wenling didn't know what kind of reception was held here...

Fang Chuli happened to call and asked him what he was doing.

"I just finished a meeting with them." Wen Ling turned off the video, rubbed his eyes, walked to the mirror and took a look at himself, afraid that the young master would start the video.

Fang Chuli's side was quite quiet: "Are you tired? Why are you so tired of talking? Have you caught a cold?"

"No, it's just that I've talked too much these two days." Wen Ling scratched his hair a few more times.

Fang Chuli: "Did you drink?"

"No," Wen Ling came out of the bathroom. Hearing the young master's voice, he felt a lot more at ease, and he didn't plan to care about Chi Lan any more. He thought about how to wrap the mountain, "I didn't drink a drop."

"Really?" Fang Chuli's voice was clearly disbelieving, and he said, "I've heard."

Wen Ling was about to turn on the video, and smiled: "I'm blowing my breath out here and you can't smell it."

"Then you open the door," Fang Chuli said suddenly, "I'll hold you to smell."

Wen Ling: "..."

When Master Fang came this time, he brought an oversized suitcase full of down jackets.

"What do you say if the shareholders know about your coming here?" Wen Ling's heart was warm, and his eyes were also sore, but he still couldn't escape the current situation.

If those old shareholders knew that Fang Chuli had come here, Wen Ling would have to become a husband and wife if he finished this project alone, but looking at the box of clothes, Wen Ling thought to forget it. My own, it will be nothing more than a few more verbal battles.

But Fang Chuli didn't care at all: "I'm not here to help you with the project," he said, taking out a coupon from his pocket, "I'm just here to soak in the hot spring."

Wen Ling was stunned, he had a hot spring coupon that was exactly the same.

"Discussed the experience with my brother-in-law, and no one knows that I am not in the company."

"Are you tired from coming here?" Wen Ling touched his wet body. It must have been snowing outside, so he reached out to pat him, "Get off soon, don't cover your cold."

Fang Chuli hugged him, buried his nostrils around his neck and took a few breaths before he felt comfortable: "You want to take off my clothes in such a hurry? Do you miss me?"

"I don't want to," Wen Ling deliberately blocked him, tilting his head, "If you really want to take it off, I'll take it off and dry it for you."

Fang Chuli also looked a little tired, so he dragged him: "Are you going to soak in a hot spring? You have been running for two days, but you didn't go there after seeing it, and your complexion is not good."

Is it so obvious?Wen Ling was still thinking about it when he was in the locker room, but Fang Chuli went out after changing his clothes: "I'll ask a master to massage you."

"Row."

Wen Ling put away all his things, and as soon as he closed the door, Wen Yucan stood beside him. He was also wearing a bathrobe, his hair was washed, and there were still some drops of water on his limp body. He rubbed his neck Red, looking at Wenling.

"Assistant Wen," he walked forward, white smoke dazzled his eyes, and tried to step on Wenling's shoulder, "help me."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Fang Nan for the 2 bottles of nutrient solution!love~