Happy years, Baoding life

"President, let's go." Quan Baoer opened the door and stood aside respectfully. Wu Shixun was speechless and didn't know what to say, so he picked up the suit jacket on the sofa, suppressed the anger in his heart and walked out the door go.

The car was extremely quiet, the two of them ignored each other as if they were angry, and they didn't speak. The only sound in the car was the driver stepping on the accelerator and brakes, and the atmosphere was as cold as ice sculptures.

After a while, the car stopped firmly at the entrance of the group, Wu Shixun got out of the car first, Bao'er followed, and after arriving at the president's office, he walked directly to the secretary's office beside him.

After a while, the direct line phone placed in front of Bao'er rang, and as soon as Bao'er picked it up, Wu Shixun's deep voice came, "There will be a meeting in the conference room in 10 minutes, please notify the department heads!"

"Yes, President!"

After Wu Shixun finished speaking, before she could digest it, a blind tone came from the phone.

Bao'er looked up and saw nothing in the translucent office separated by the frosted glass. Then Bao'er withdrew her thoughts, thinking of the 10-minute order from Wu Shixun, and quickly picked up the phone to notify.

Ten minutes later, Song Qian followed Wu Shixun, who was dressed in a suit and had a stern face, and walked towards the spacious conference room. The casual figure passed by Baoer, and suddenly stopped in her tracks. Zhang's indifferent face paused for a few seconds, then he raised his hand and ordered, "Secretary Quan, you come too!"

"Yes" Bao'er quickly grabbed the laptop and followed them into the elevator under Song Qian's gesture. When they stopped on the 73rd floor and walked into the meeting, it was already full of people, all from the company. top executives.

Song Qian sat next to Wu Shixun, and Bao'er stood behind Song Qian. When Bao'er was about to sit down next to Song Qian, Wu Shixun shot a cold look, and Song Qian immediately changed positions with Bao'er knowingly.

"This meeting is mainly about the land of Shengming. Chairman Ye, the original owner of the land, auctioned Shengming with a starting price of 3000 million. Now the Lu Group is bidding 4000 million, and the Lin Group is bidding 5000 million. The Cheng Group bid 7000 million, everyone knows that Sheng Ming is a piece of fat, winning Sheng Ming will be very beneficial to our Shengfeng's future, but the Cheng Group is bound to go to Sheng Ming, what do you think?" Song Song On behalf of Wu Shixun, Qian finished talking about the content of the meeting in one go. After listening, the executives at all levels whispered, and Baoer was looking at the original group data on the computer and thinking about the solution.

A few minutes later, the executives at all levels expressed their opinions and opinions, but Wu Shixun kept frowning as he listened, obviously none of these opinions and methods worked.

"Starting today, Manager Yang from the Propaganda Department will go to Duoduo to get in touch with the Yip Group to understand the background of each auctioneer, and other departments will pay close attention to the auction trends of each group, and write an opinion on the Shengming land before leaving get off work today. and ideas, sent to the President’s Secretary’s Office, and just like that, the meeting ended.”

When Bao'er came back to his senses after watching it, Wu Shixun's haughty figure had stood up from his seat. Wu Shixun couldn't see any expression on his gloomy face, and then he kicked the seat behind him and walked out directly.

Some Bao'er who didn't understand the situation left the door of the meeting room after Wu Shixun left. The elevator came, and Wu Shixun had already stepped into the elevator before her. She pressed her fingerprint, and the elevator closed mercilessly in front of her, and Bao'er clearly saw the displeasure in Wu Shixun's eyes.

Is he angry?Bo'er thought.

Bao'er stood there inexplicably, then went to the elevator entrance and pressed the button of the elevator on the side. When Bao'er came back to her senses, she noticed that the elevator had opened in front of her, and she walked in instinctively.

"Secretary Quan, are you a snail?" The elevator stopped on the 75th floor. Before Bao'er could get out, a strong arm pulled the thin girl out.

"It's okay to be really slow!" Wu Shixun stood by the elevator, watching that she hadn't appeared for a full 10 minutes, took Bao'er with one hand, and took off the handheld computer she was protecting in his arms, without moving at all. Gently patted her hard-surfaced desk, and then dragged her into his office.

"Listen, don't refuse me anything in the future, you know?" Wu Shixun's evil eyes fell on Bao'er's face, and his eyes lingered wantonly on Bao'er's pretty face.

"...Yes, I got it." Bao'er thought this man was really strange, he was doing his thing, why would he refuse, and why would he still say such things.

"Is there anything else you need, President?" Seeing Wu Shixun's expression gradually soften, Bao'er put away the expression on his face, and looked at Wu Shixun in a formulaic tone.

"No more, let's work"

"Yes" Bo'er returned to the office.

"Bao'er, there is a party tonight, and I need you to accompany the president to attend, is that okay?" Song Qian said on the other end of the phone.

"Just me?"

"And I"

"Oh, I see, I will prepare well"

"Um"