male god is not easy to chase

Yuan Rongbin said on the phone: "Then when is convenient for you, I want to chat with you face to face."

"What's the matter, is it convenient for you to talk on the phone?"

"Yuan Zheng signed some contracts with you behind my back. At least in my opinion, it's unfair. Do you think you can explain this clearly on the phone?"

Jiang Peifeng smiled, "But the contract has already been signed, isn't it too late for you to regret it now?"

"It's impossible to repent, but I have to know what the reason is, let me lose tens of millions at once."

Jiang Peifeng continued to play Tai Chi with Yuan Rongbin, "The whole contract was actually negotiated by a person in charge of our Chuangsi Marketing Department. His name is Leng..."

"Whether you are the main reason or not, you know it in your heart. Don't be sloppy with me, let's talk about it."

What Jiang Peifeng wanted to say was blocked.

The meeting ended up being on a Sunday afternoon.

In fact, Jiang Peifeng didn't want to go, but they were the ones who took advantage of this contract.I felt that if he didn't say something, it would be difficult for Yuan Zheng to explain to his father.

Of course, before going, Jiang Peifeng thought, in case, in case Yuan Rongbin really said anything humiliating like Yuan Zheng's mother—whether it was related to the contract or not, he promised to throw the table and leave immediately.

After going there, Yuan Rongbin's first sentence was:

"Don't mind, in fact, the main purpose of calling you here today is not to negotiate a contract, but to meet you."

Jiang Peifeng wanted to leave at that time.

With a professional smile on Jiang Peifeng's face, he said very politely: "Yuan Dong was joking, isn't he just a person, I can still grow three heads and six arms."

Counting his age, Yuan Rongbin is nearly sixty years old, but he is well maintained, and some people believe that he is only forty years old.

Yuan Zheng's facial features are a bit similar to his father's, both belong to a person with strong features, but he looks much more amiable than Yuan Zheng.

Yuan Zheng guessed that he had been the president for a long time, and he felt that he had become a cold person who "dislikes everyone".

Jiang Peifeng doubts that this is definitely the main reason why Yuan Zheng is still single.

And Yuan Rongbin is too friendly, like a businessman who advocates harmony and wealth.

Yuan Rongbin smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, I just want to see what the person my son has liked for ten years looks like."

"How can there be ten years? The total time that Yuan Zheng and I have been together is less than five years." Jiang Peifeng said, "If you feel that your son cares about the old relationship, that led to the contract..."

"No, no, no," Yuan Rongbin interrupted Jiang Peifeng, "We don't talk about the contract today. The company has already been handed over to Yuan Zheng, so I don't care. If he does something, I don't think it's good and I refuse. management company."

At the end, Yuan Rongbin smiled, obviously very satisfied with this son, occasionally being willful and not caring.

But Jiang Peifeng cares.

He thought he was here to negotiate a contract. If he didn't negotiate a contract, Jiang Peifeng wanted to leave—he didn't want to talk to any of Yuan Zheng's family members.

Yuan Rongbin continued: "Speaking of which, the first time Yuan Zheng came to me on his own initiative was because of you."

Jiang Peifeng didn't want to hear about the past. He poured himself a glass of water and was about to drink it when he heard Yuan Rongbin say:

"He told me that day that he fell in love with a boy, and if he told his mother to know, he would have to be skinned alive. I told him not to chase others easily. The pressure of public opinion is too great when two boys are together. He listened, As a result, within a few months, he told me that he was with that boy."

Jiang Peifeng didn't speak.Although he never knew about it.

"But at that time, I didn't pay much attention to you. Until later, when he was a graduate student, he flew to Shanghai to find me and said that he wanted to borrow 100 million. He wrote a whole plan and set out how to pay me back in the future. , how much is the interest.”

"He is not a character who will bow his head and beg for help, even for my father. Since I divorced his mother, he has never approached me, let alone begged me. I asked him what he wanted to borrow money for, and he didn't say , I said if you don’t tell me, then I won’t borrow it. He was in a hurry and said it was for you. I wanted to see you at that time.”

What else can Jiang Peifeng say?

Yuan Zheng never told him that he went to borrow money, and Jiang Peifeng never told Yuan Zheng that he was short of the 100 million.

Naturally, until Le Dao sold Jiang Peifeng, he didn't know what Yuan Zheng did.

Jiang Peifeng would say that there was something wrong with his company, such as the market was not open, the income was too low, and investors could not be attracted, but in the final analysis, these problems were all about money.

This 100 million is a figure that Jiang Peifeng calculated by adding up all the expenses and budgets when Le Dao really couldn't hold on.

He used this number to support himself, desperately going to the banquet, to solicit investment, to get money, but he didn't think about going to his family to borrow money.

It never occurred to Yuan Zheng that one day he would borrow money from his father who had no legal relationship with him.

Another work week.

Since Jiang Peifeng took over the entire Yunde project, Jiang Peifeng finished a meeting and walked back to the office quickly while explaining the work to the three fat secretary.

When he came out of the elevator, he caught a glimpse of a handful of fresh red roses thrown into the trash can next to the elevator.

The rose was stuffed into the narrow trash opening with its bouquet, it looked so pitiful.

Jiang Peifeng couldn't move anymore.

When Fatty Chen saw it, he thought that Jiang Peifeng didn't want to see this, so he quickly called in a small clerk, "Come on, this, throw it somewhere else, and put it here to take up more space."

The little clerk nodded quickly, and reached out to pick up the rose on the trash can, but was cut off by a hand.

"Then throw it at me first, anyway, the flowers on the coffee table will be changed." Jiang Peifeng said with a blank expression while holding the flowers.

Looking at Jiang Peifeng's back, Chen Sanpang thought to himself, isn't it Monday, the flowers were changed only in the morning.

When it was time to get off work, Jiang Peifeng struggled with his mobile phone for a while, and then called Yuan Zheng—just use the problem discussed in the meeting just now as an excuse.

But no one answered there.

Only then did Jiang Peifeng recall that it seemed that Yuan Zheng's problem of not answering the phone was quite serious.

That's all.

There were a lot of things to do, Jiang Peifeng worked overtime for a while, and it was already nine o'clock when he got home.

He bought some supper on the side of the road, and he would sit in the living room and eat it. He was halfway through the meal when the phone rang.

Yuan Zheng called.

Jiang Peifeng took it.

"I'm sorry, I just saw you calling." Yuan Zheng said on the phone,

Jiang Peifeng looked up at the clock in the living room, um, nine twenty, it was only ten hours before he called in the morning.

Well, I haven't looked at my phone for ten hours.

All right, Jiang Peifeng thought.

"About the Yunde project, there are a few questions I want to confirm with you. Then just tomorrow, I will go to your company to talk to you tomorrow."

Yuan Zheng was silent on the phone for a while, and said, "I'm not at the company tomorrow, I'm in a nursing home now, and my stomach feels uncomfortable."

When he said this, Yuan Zheng was lying on the hospital bed with the bottle still hanging on the head of the bed——today's stomach trouble was a bit fierce, and he was sent to a nursing home in a hurry, and he suffered all afternoon.

It wasn't until this time that he calmed down and turned on the phone. Unexpectedly, Jiang Peifeng called him.

Jiang Peifengxin said when did you get stomach problems, he thought it was just a minor problem, so he said: "Then you take care of it, I will send the document to your secretary later, and you can take a look at it when the time comes."

Yuan Zheng didn't reply. After a long time, Jiang Peifeng thought Yuan Zheng was gone. When he was about to hang up, Yuan Zheng whispered, "Can you come and see me?"

Jiang Peifeng opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak, so he had to be silent in return.

Yuan Zheng was on the phone, eagerly waiting for Jiang Peifeng's answer.

"It's too late, next time." Jiang Peifeng heard himself say.

The flame that Yuan Zheng had been waiting for for a long time was extinguished in his eyes, "Then, can you come tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow." Jiang Peifeng panicked, and hurriedly ended the topic, "I have something to do here, so hang up first."

Yuan Zheng was lying on the bed, his stomach was still burning.

He didn't eat much all day today—the little he ate at noon, he threw up all of it.

My stomach is empty, and so is the ward.

He thought angrily, tomorrow, tomorrow morning, call Jiang Peifeng and call him over.

But tossed and turned all night, almost unable to sleep at all.

I finally fell asleep, and the next day I took out my phone and checked, it was already eight o'clock.But Jiang Peifeng over there refused.

That's right, it's a rejection.

Yuan Zheng was even more depressed.

Xu Nantu was sent out to take care of Yuan Zheng, and showed him some contracts by the way, "President, sign it."

Yuan Zheng held the contract and was not in a hurry to sign it. He glanced at Xu Nantu and suddenly said to her, "If you can help me with something, I'll give you a raise."

Hearing this, Xu Nantu's eyes were full of gold stars, "What is it, tell me, I promise to finish it for you."

Jiang Peifeng, who just walked out of the conference room, received a call from Xu Nantu.

Xu Nantu wouldn't call him if he had nothing to do, and the call at this time was probably because of Yuan Zheng.

Jiang Peifeng knew it well, so he answered the phone anyway.

Xu Nantu hurriedly said, "Our president is going to be in the hospital right now. He's very uncomfortable. Can you come and see him?"

Why pretend to be pitiful, Jiang Peifeng said heartily.

"My company has something to do here, so I can't get out of the way. If you feel uncomfortable, ask the medical staff to watch. I'm not a doctor, so I can treat him when I go." Jiang Peifeng said.

Xu Nantu turned his head and glanced at Yuan Zheng, the phone was turned on to amplify, and Yuan Zheng understood everything without missing a word.

But he was expressionless.

Xu Nantu summoned up his courage and said cautiously, "Our president said that if you don't come, he won't eat."

Jiang Peifeng had already walked back to the office, closed the door, and said calmly: "Okay, then he won't eat." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

On the phone side, Xu Nantu glanced at Yuan Zheng on the hospital bed, but dared not speak.

Yuan Zheng waved his hand and said to Xu Nantu: "You go, I will take a break."

Xu Nantu, who had done bad things with good intentions, was very wronged. After leaving the ward, he quickly called Jiang Peifeng.

But this time he didn't answer.

When Jiang Peifeng saw Xu Nantu's call, he wondered if it was really serious?

He struggled for two seconds and didn't make sense.

After a while, the phone rang a text message.

"Our president had a gastric ulcer at noon yesterday and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor is still giving injections. Well, you see, can you come here when you have time?"

After typing these words, Xu Nantu's heart ached. Is there anyone more selfless than her?

Is she responsible for doing this?Is it love?

No, it was the president who said that she could be given a raise.

After Xu Nantu sent the message, he waited for Jiang Peifeng's letter, but the phone was very quiet.

Just as I was about to make a phone call, I heard someone next to me asking, "Is Yuan Zheng resting in this room?"

Xu Nantu was sitting on a stool outside the room to rest at this time, when he heard the voice, he looked up and saw a woman who looked very gentle.

She nodded hurriedly: "Yes, your surname, I'll go and talk to our president."

When Zhou Lan entered, Yuan Zheng sat on the bay window in a daze.

She leaned over, "I heard that you have a stomach problem again, why is it so serious this time?"

Yuan Zheng turned around, he didn't expect his mother to come, leaned against the wall and said, "It's nothing, it's not the first time I've committed a crime, why are you here?"

Zhou Lan frowned and said, "You're sick, so why don't I come and see you?"

"Okay." Yuan Zheng hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, and spoke weakly, "I'm just begging Jiang Peifeng to come and see me. When you see it, you're going to be angry again."