The party A who wants to soak me

At the beginning of May, Denghong City had just entered the early summer, and the constant temperature system of Yueming Building was activated.

Lingling and his boss, Zhuo Pai, had been waiting in the reception hall on the nineteenth floor for nearly four hours. They arrived at one o'clock in the afternoon, and now it was almost five o'clock. The door of the room opened and closed, closed and opened again, and it was not their turn yet.

As the evening approached, the temperature control system in the building was not adjusted so well for the human body, it was a bit too cold, Ling Ling was only wearing a thin suit and shirt, and her whole body was frozen and stiff.

He couldn't help pulling the tie around his neckline, feeling a little restless and unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't have any water to drink, he was a little thirsty, but there was no staff here to take care of them, except when he first arrived, the beautiful and arrogant receptionist stared at Ling Ling's face, raised his eyebrows impolitely for a while, and then Guided them to the reception hall, and briefly explained a few words, saying that Assistant Xiaochao would notify them to go in when it was their turn, and then stomped away on high heels.

Lingling originally thought that this proposal would be done in one or two hours as usual, but she didn't expect to spend the whole afternoon, and it was not her turn yet.

He spent two whole months working on this case. As the company's chief chief case designer, Zhuo Pai told him the importance of this case in a solemn and solemn manner—this is a month of wealth and wealth but is extremely conservative. Ming Group is the first public bidding since its establishment 25 years ago. The brand image of the group's flagship product - "Zi Zai Xiang Herbal Tea" has been fully upgraded. The case is famous and the budget is high. Zhuo Pai is determined to win.

When she first took over the case, Lingling routinely did a lot of background checks on Yueming Group. After all, the information given in the group's public bidding document was very general and had little reference value, and many homework had to be done by the bidders themselves. .

Zhuo Pai wasn't idle either, he couldn't help Ling Ling professionally, but he had a strong network of relationships, and he picked up a lot of gossip and anecdotes about Yueming Group executives for Ling Ling.

Lingling felt that Zhuo Pai was putting the cart before the horse. He was not very interested in these rich people's gossip, but Zhuo Pai buzzed too much in his ears. The brand image of Zizaixiang herbal tea was upgraded by Shen Mingyu, the youngest son of the founder of Yueming Group, Shen Jing, who had just graduated from university and returned to China.

In line with the principle of "capture the enemy first, capture the king", the top priority for Party B is to figure out who Shen Mingyu is?

Lingling got some information about him, even if a network like Zhuo Pai could find not much information, not even a clearer photo, all because Shen Mingyu went abroad to study after graduating from primary school, Zhuo Pai only returned to China after graduating from university. All the information Zhuo Pai found was picked up from social platforms on the Internet. Shen Mingyu did not have her own social account, and the pictures were all posted on other people’s accounts. Ling Ling looked at them one by one, Most of them are carnival and drunk at various parties.

The only one that is clear is a news photo of the accident——Shen Mingyu squatting next to the crashed luxury supercar with a face of sleepwalking. It was a Porsche 918 that was smashed beyond recognition. It looks very numb, looking at the 918 as if it is just a Wuling Hongguang...

He is tall, rich, and loves to play. Lingling has been a social animal for several years, and among the Party A who has served, he has seen many such second-generation ancestors—every night, singing, drunk, dreaming, and dying. It seems that this Shen Mingyu is no exception. , besides having a handsome face, in such an absurd drunken state, one can also see that he has good facial features and exquisite eyebrows, and he is a handsome critic who is more attractive than a star.

But Ling Ling, being the same sex, was not moved by the beauty at all, silently said four words in her heart, "Embroidered pillow."

After making this simple and crude definition in her heart, Ling Ling closed the email and threw the embroidered pillow aside.

It is more terrifying for a man to have only one face but no real ability than for a woman to have only one face.

Lingling thinks so.

But the "embroidered pillow" will be reincarnated. Every second generation ancestor has a very capable, hard-working and simple old father for them to play in the world without any worries.

Looking at Shen Mingyu again, not only does he have an extremely capable father, Shen Jing, but also a handsome and capable brother, Shen Wei'an, who is simply born to be the winner among the winners in life.

Speaking of Shen Mingyu's father, Shen Jing, the founder of Yueming Group, is well known in the FMCG industry and is like a legendary existence.

Shen Jing originally studied medicine, but after finishing her studies, she didn't go to treat diseases and save lives. Instead, she worked in the laboratory, improved the formula of her ancestral herbal tea, came up with a unique secret recipe and applied for a patent, and then someone offered to invest in him. Shen Jing couldn't help it. Willing to be coerced by capital, he did not accept the money delivered to his door. Instead, he believed in brotherhood. He brought a few of his closest friends and brothers to start his own business and established a fast-moving beverage group. The main product was configured with his unique secret recipe. The new herbal tea is named "Zizaixiang".

"The boat flute in the moonlight is uneven, and the wind is calm and the lotus in the pond is free and fragrant." The biggest feature of Zizaixiang herbal tea is that the entrance is like a lotus seed fragrance, and the company is named after the word "Yueming".

In Shen Jing's hands, Zizaixiang herbal tea has experienced its golden decade, and the annual sales can add up to circle the earth several times, and the group's scale is also growing like a snowball. It can be called the No. A national card.

However, the times have changed, and the market environment has also been constantly changing. In the past 25 years, Zizai Herbal Tea is still the number one national brand drink, but it is obviously not as prosperous as it used to be. The brand that once stood proudly at the forefront, because of the same image packaging and marketing methods, have been criticized as old-fashioned, especially in recent years, there are a lot of Internet celebrity tea drinks that have become popular in recent years. Although the status of Zizaixiang will not be shaken for a while, this "big brother" has already reached the point where he is surrounded by wolves the point.

Three years ago, the founder Shen Jing and his wife were involved in a car accident on the way to study abroad and died on the spot. The group experienced a turmoil, and it was not until Shen Jing's eldest son Shen Wei'an took charge of the group that it gradually returned to normal.

However, the development in the past few years has not been satisfactory. Shen Mingyu, the youngest son of the Shen family, also returned to work in the group after graduation. The first fire that was made with great fanfare was the public bidding to make Zizai Xiang herbal tea completely remodeled and upgraded across the board.

Sitting in the living room of Yueming Building at this time, four hours had passed and Shen Mingyu hadn't seen her face yet. Ling Ling felt that Zhuo Pai's "public relations first" business principles might be invalidated.

But in his heart, Shen Mingyu was more pointed at. He was originally indifferent to this "embroidered pillow", but now he has become disgusted.

Let’s just turn the proposal meeting into a “draft”—call all the bidding companies together, let them go in and make proposals one by one like draft girls, then wait, and finally announce the results, Lingling thought it would be okay at first, This is more efficient, and there will be no suspicion of fraudulent manuscripts, but what is Shen Mingyu doing——

Except for those Party B companies waiting to be "summoned", I saw all kinds of strange people coming in and out this afternoon, and then the colleagues who came out of the conference room shook their heads one after another, Lingling couldn't help it Go over and ask, what's going on?

The design circle said it was big or not, and those who made it famous all knew each other. A colleague sneered at Ling Ling with a wry smile, and cursed in a low voice: "It's stupid, we, a company that has won the GRAPHIS international award, have worked so hard!" Make a plan and give him a proposal, do you know what he is doing?"

The designer who spoke directly imitated Shen Mingyu, and raised the tableware that did not exist in his hand with a smile: "This is a French Caviar that lasts for a while. The top ingredients should be eaten at the most suitable time. Yours The plan can wait, but it can't, forget it, it's fate to meet together, why don't we have a little together?"

The man was indignant: "Grass, he thinks he is the emperor, playing with giving wine?"

"Have you eaten? Is it delicious?" asked a newcomer in the crowd.

The designer who complained was taken aback for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: "Delicious is delicious, after all, top-notch caviar, but..."

Another elite in a well-fitting suit continued to complain: "Oh, you guys are doing well, and there is Gagui's caviar to eat. We are also a company that has won the German IF award. Hey, do you see that he has half a respect for us? The proposal was only halfway through, and a man was called to come over to measure him. He said he was making a custom suit, spoke Pidgin English, and measured his measurements three times. I will never forget my dreams!"

"Wow, this Mr. Shen is in good shape? Did you make a set for each of you by the way?" the newcomer asked again.

"What the hell..." The elite designer who complained was speechless: "Will you focus on the key points?"

Ling Ling was stunned, who is this?

He was completely speechless, turned his head and looked at Zhuo Pai, and said: "GRAPHIS and IF awards can be treated like this, but I only have a university campus award, will I be kicked out immediately?"

Zhuo Pai looked calm and pulled him back: "This is how rich people play, don't worry, what he likes to do is his business, what we have to do is to grab his attention and catch his eyeballs , those people," Zhuo Pai pouted disdainfully: "What's the use of winning an award, people are too ugly, no wonder Xiao Shen doesn't want to see them."

Ling Ling: ...

Zhuo Pai observed Ling Ling carefully, and said confidently: "We are different, Ling Ling, I believe in you."

Do you trust my face?Lingling complained angrily.

"Did you forget that I'm a man?" Lingling turned a sideways glance at her boss.

Zhuo Pai whispered furtively in his ears, and then he threw out the biggest killer he found: "It is said that he eats both men and women."

Ling Ling: ...Let me show off my face and say it early, what else is there to plan.

He couldn't bear it anymore: "Brother Zhuo, do you know that you are becoming more and more like a bustard?"

Lingling knew that she still looked like that. From childhood to adulthood, someone would always tell him, directly or indirectly, that when he was a child, his seven aunts and eight aunts always rubbed his face and said, "Oh, so beautiful, like a little girl. Look at this." The eyes, although thin and long, are not very big, but they seem to have water swirling in them, so affectionate.

Lingling was ashamed by this description, and since she was sensible, she had heard it once and for all, you are passionate, and your whole family is passionate!

At puberty, Ling Ling's five sense organs and frame have grown, no one said that he looks like a girl, but he looks more delicate and refined than ordinary rough guys, which is natural.

Only those eyes, when he was young, he cared so much about that description, so he paid extra attention to his own eyes. According to fortune-telling, he should not be too revealing, which would cause emotional injury, so that the result of deliberate training the day after tomorrow is to let him see It seems a little too cold.

But this desolation is all superficial, you can't laugh, your eyes will roll when you smile, and your skills will be broken in seconds.

When he was studying, there were people who were genuine and fake who came to ask him if he wanted to debut as an idol, but apart from these, Ling Ling felt that being good-looking would not give you extra points in the exam, so what's the use?

After work, Zhuo Pai especially liked to take him to dinner parties. Once he went there, he would be cueed by his boss and Party A's customers. On such occasions, he heard a lot of subtle or explicit swearing by men and women in power. Feeling good-looking is really annoying for a weak person who has no right to speak.

It's better to look like Li Kui, at least no one will talk to Li Kui.

At this moment, the door in the hall opened and closed, and another person came, a strong young man carrying a foldable massage bed, and trotted into the hall in a hurry, "Let me go, ah, you are blocking the door of the meeting room, I Hurry in, Boss Xiao Shen is waiting for me!"

The arrogant and humble elite designers of Party B, who gathered the crowd to complain, glared at the massage guy, but they had to step up and get out of the way, watching the strong guy and his massage table enter the conference room arrogantly .

Ten minutes later, Xiao Chao, Shen Mingyu's assistant, came out of the conference room and waved to Zhuo Pai with a tired face: "You are the last one, you can go in now."

Lingling finally entered the meeting room where he had been waiting all afternoon with his plan and a full of uncontrollable anger.

Under the dim ceiling light was a huge conference table. Ling Ling and Zhuo Pai stood on one side of the table, and there were a few scattered people on the opposite side. They all looked like middle-aged people with potbellies. The projection on the wall is now blank , waiting for his plan to be projected, Ling Ling swept around, but there was no one at the main seat, and she did not see the legendary Shen Mingyu.

On the conference table, there were unfinished caviar and red wine, and a pile of unfinished fabric cards for custom suits.

It wasn't until the massage bed in the corner next to it let out a muffled groan, and Ling Ling turned her head, only to see a broad figure lying on the narrow bed, buried upside down in the hole, and a strong masseur standing in front of her Working hard, Lingling only saw the exposed part, the buttocks that were wrapped in thin trousers like a small hill, shaking tremblingly with the rhythm of the massage, and a pair of hips that were so long that they could fit on the massage bed. Not under the legs.