Chapter 1 Secretary Liang

Tonight, several real estate tycoons in Hong Kong invited a distinguished guest to the GLD Club to discuss business.

Since 5pm, all elevators leading to the VIP banquet hall on the second floor have been closed to traffic. Who on earth could go through so much trouble to be treated as a guest of honor by a group of well-known business tycoons at the same time?
A waiter witnessed it with his own eyes and quietly revealed three words, "Mr. Chen."

The sounds and sounds in the box were light, and there was a faint scent of incense flowing. It was separated from the extravagant bar below by a layer, but it seemed like another secret world was separated from it.

The window seat has the best view. Chen Jingyuan glanced casually as he glanced down. His dim gaze stopped at the bar on the lower floor, his eyes fixed on it, motionless.

Different from her refined and capable appearance at work, the girl changed into her usual casual clothes tonight. She wore only a French retro dress. Her temperament was lazy yet sweet. She looked particularly aloof and clean among the glitz and glamour of light and shadow.

But the current picture is not harmonious.

Several young men from wealthy families surrounded the girl, refusing to let her leave. She tried to negotiate with them to no avail and was caught in a dilemma. A hint of coldness appeared between her gentle features and her patience was almost exhausted.

Special assistant Xu Zhou stood aside and followed his boss's line of sight. He quickly recognized that the protagonist below was Liang Weining, and among those rich kids, the leader was the second young master of the Chen family, Mr. Chen's younger brother.

I was secretly surprised. With Secretary Liang's well-behaved and quiet personality, how could she come to such a place so late at night and even have a conflict with the Second Young Master?

While he was lost in thought, he heard Chen Jingyuan calmly instruct him to take his bodyguards down to deal with the matter.

The people below were extremely efficient and soon, after a period of chaos, the bar below returned to normal.

On the phone, Xu Zhou gave a brief report on the matter and was about to ask his sir whether the second young master, who was drunk, should be sent directly back to the old house.

Unexpectedly, the man said indifferently, "Tie them up together and throw them to the police station."

Xu Zhou was slightly surprised.

In order to protect his secretary, Mr. Chen even spared no mercy for his own brother?

After the phone call was hung up, the box fell into silence. Chen Jingyuan looked at somewhere downstairs in silence for a long time, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After sitting quietly for a while, the man put out the cigar in his hand and stood up from the deep leather sofa. Seeing this, the bosses stood up as well, "Mr. Chen is leaving?"

"Well, I'm taking care of something." He reached out to take the suit handed to him by the waiter, put it in his arm, half raised his hand to signal everyone not to see him off, and strode towards the VIP elevator outside the hall with a cold face.
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A few minutes ago, a shocking scene took place in the GLD Club located in the commercial district of Kowloon.

The second son of the Chen family, who had always been domineering, was violently dragged out of the bar's dance floor in full view of everyone.

It is said that the man who came was muscular, with a tough face, and looked familiar, and was suspected to be a personal bodyguard of a capital tycoon.
While everyone was speculating, Liang Weining had already slowly drunk most of the glass in his hand.

A moment later, I received a message from my best friend on Whatsapp.

He said he had to meet a client and couldn't come over for the time being.

She didn't read the following content carefully, but she estimated that she would most likely be stood up by that guy.

As the night deepened, Liang Weining saw that it was getting late, so she turned off her cell phone, picked up her coat and bag, and walked out of the bar.

There was a cool breeze in the evening, with the temperature dropping to the low teens.

Not far away from the flashing neon lights, Xu Zhou waited quietly. When he saw the girl coming out, he slowly walked up to her and said, "There will be an online meeting in ten minutes. Mr. Chen asked you to accompany me."

When Liang Weining saw the other party, he was slightly surprised: "The boss was also in the club just now?"

Xu Zhou smiled helplessly and said, "You ask even though you already know the answer."

When the bodyguards were carrying the people away, the man in front of him was still leisurely sipping his wine and watching them all the way.

Pretending to be surprised was simply a way of resisting overtime work.

After working together for so long, Xu Zhou has gotten to know Liang Weining's personality quite well.

A Buddhist worker would not sit for a second longer if he could get off work on time. But it was this kind of secretary Liang who managed to pass the three-month probation period of the board of directors.

No one knows better than Xu Zhou how strict Mr. Chen's requirements are for his secretary.

Liang Weining is definitely not just a pretty face.

Turn left at the exit of the club parking lot, and you will see the extended Pullman quietly parked under the shade of trees. Amid the mottled light and shadow, the bright yellow license plate reflected by the taillight is a special series of numbers starting with the word "Hong Kong".

Two people got on the car from both sides, one on the left and one on the right.

The rear seat of a multi-million-dollar luxury car is spacious. In addition to the boss's seat, two temporary foldable seats are reserved behind the driver and co-driver to facilitate assistants or secretaries to give work reports during the journey.

The port area was not too cold in November. Only the ventilation was turned on in the car. The light brown leather seats were expensive and comfortable. If one ignored the invisible air pressure coming from the person opposite, overall, it was indeed an extremely enjoyable office environment.

"We were just in the club, thank you Mr. Chen for helping us out." This was the first sentence Liang Weining said to the man after fastening her seat belt.

Chen Jingyuan was flipping through the financial report on his tablet. He showed no extra expression when he heard the words. He just responded with a faint "hmm" under the girl's calm gaze.

Thinking about how he had offended Chen Shaoan even more with his impulsive words tonight, Liang Weining paused for a few seconds and added softly, "Mr. Chen, can you help me make an appointment with the Second Young Master? I plan to find some time to apologize to him in person."

"No need."

This time, the man's gentle, low voice was clear to the ear. He said, "For at least one year, Chen Shaoan won't have the chance to cause trouble to you again."

Liang Weining was slightly stunned.

a year?
Chen Shaoan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was a dandy man who was fearless except for his half-brother.

How scared are you?

Rumor has it that the Chen family boss only needs a glance to make the second young master lose all his arrogance and become silent.

Thinking about the incident that just happened in the bar, Liang Weining couldn't help but feel a subtle mood.

I don’t know what specific methods the boss used to help her get out of this predicament.

In short, after three months of getting along, Liang Weining felt that as a subordinate, being able to follow Mr. Chen really gave him a sense of security.

The port area is as prosperous at night as during the day, and the extended Pullman is running at a constant speed on the commercial avenue with undulating tall buildings.

The interior of the car is extremely quiet. The A-class explosion-proof windows that are thicker than usual can strictly isolate the noise of the night wind. At this time, apart from the slight ventilation sound, the only sound is the orderly work reports of executives in the tablet meeting.

In fact, Liang Weining was not used much in this meeting.

She kept records in the software throughout the process, and occasionally corrected data discrepancies caused by "slips of the tongue" by the financial staff.

Every time this happened, Chen Jingyuan would slowly raise his eyes and look at her calmly.

The executives on the other end would be sweating profusely, sighing at Secretary Liang's high emotional intelligence in correcting mistakes, while secretly remembering Secretary Liang's kindness.

Only special assistant Xu Zhou knew that Liang Weining had only looked at the data once and she did not keep the electronic file.

In other words, she memorized all the financial statements from the previous quarter in her head, and her memory was so clear that she could find any data in each row and column at any time, even accurate to several decimal places.

Liang Weining's sensitivity to numbers is comparable to that of a walking super-capacity storage device.

Regarding this point, Xu Zhou really felt inferior.

(End of this chapter)