Chapter 13 Night Talk
That night, Mr. Chen returned to the company after attending a business reception.

When I passed by the secretary's office, I saw Secretary Liang still working overtime.

He stopped and looked at the time on his wrist. It was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Xu Zhou, who was standing behind him, saw this and explained, "Maybe he is considering the TV station's interview list. The person in charge of the Observer column this time is a bit difficult to deal with. Secretary Liang is dealing with this for the first time, so he has to be very alert to deal with it."

In fact, both implicit and implicit in his words were trying to win the boss's opinion on behalf of Liang Weining.

After all, there is no safer way than to let the interviewee Chen Jingyuan review it personally.

To keep or eliminate, all a man needs is a word.

In the silence, Chen Jingyuan's cell phone rang.

Liang Weining, who was sitting in front of the computer, subconsciously raised her head as her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of a bell.

Through the glass wall, the man's calm eyes swept across her face, then he answered the phone and turned into the office with his special assistant.

It seems she's not the only one working overtime tonight.

Liang Weining temporarily stopped what he was doing, got up and went to the tea room to prepare a cup of white tea for the boss.

Silver Needle White Needle is relatively mild and has a calming and refreshing effect. It is suitable for night work and can relieve nervous stress without affecting sleep.

I still remember when I first joined the board's office and was handing over to the former secretary-general, he repeatedly told me not to give Mr. Chen strong tea or coffee, or any other sugary drinks, after 8 p.m.

Liang Weining nodded straightforwardly.

So the next night, she confidently brought a glass of boiled water into the office.

At that time, Xu Zhou looked at her with surprise, as if he was looking at a fool.

Chen Jingyuan, who was sitting at his desk, just silently glanced at the glass of water and continued to handle his official business. He did not even take a sip of the glass of water until he left the company.

From beginning to end, the man did not show any displeasure.

Chen Jingyuan is such a person.

He will not easily hold his subordinates accountable for a trivial matter.

But often the silence, calm yet cold attitude of those in high positions makes people feel intimidated and uneasy.

Thinking of this, Liang Weining couldn't help but chuckle. He was really naive and stupid at that time.

I have been spoiled by my parents at home since I was a child, and I have never done such work as serving tea and pouring water.

The naivety and arrogance in my nature led me to take many detours.

Later she realized that being Chen Jingyuan's secretary was more difficult than she had imagined.

After knocking on the door and entering, I found that Xu Zhou was no longer there. In the huge and deserted office, there was only the elegant and upright figure of a man sitting in front of the large black wooden desk.

She placed the tea on the table and asked softly, "Would you like some midnight snack, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Jingyuan whispered: "No need."

The night was dark and the man's voice was faint. Although the whole day had been busy and intense, one could not detect any sign of fatigue in his expression.

Mr. Chen is a model worker in China and Hong Kong, and he often hears senior executives say this.

Sometimes when working too late, Chen Jingyuan would stay directly at the company's hotel in Central. When it was light the next day and many employees might still be asleep, their boss would board a business jet to cross the ocean again.

For ten years, as the family heir, Chen Jingyuan has shouldered burdens and responsibilities that are not something that ordinary people can bear or shoulder.

Liang Weining was about to turn around and leave when she was stopped by the man.

"How long will you stay tonight?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

In his ordinary tone, there was a hint of softness and gentleness that belonged only to this long winter night. The man's simple words made her heart flutter.

Focus for two seconds.

Liang Weining thought for a moment and replied, "It will take about half an hour. Does Mr. Chen have other plans?"

"What are you busy with?"

Chen Jingyuan put aside the work in his hands, stretched his body and leaned against the back of the leather seat, his eyes fell on her face, and asked slowly in a low voice: "An interview catalog requires you to work overtime so late?"

She held her breath. She was confused.

I am a lazy person, but it is rare for me to take the initiative to work overtime. Is there anything wrong with that?
Of course, Liang Weining didn't dare to show any emotion, and only explained calmly: "Because it involves two emotional issues related to Mr. Chen, I need to be doubly cautious in making judgments."

"for example?"

"For example, one of them is Mr. Chen's criteria for choosing a spouse."

After the words were spoken, the air fell silent.

Seeing the man remained silent, Liang Weining decided to speak out quickly, "Actually, a similar question was mentioned in an interview half a year ago. As a senior media, don't they feel bored when the same topic is brought up on the screen again?"

And the period was only half a year.

The time is too short, which makes people doubt its purpose.

Chen Jingyuan listened without saying a word and motioned for her to continue.

Liang Weining continued, "This financial column has always been known for its sharp and rigorous nature, and is believed and deified by many stock investors in the Greater Bay Area. It has repeatedly used private question-and-answer sessions to extract individual 'keywords' to stir up the local industry trend, and even the long-term fluctuations in the stock market of the interviewees' companies. So I am worried that after the interview is broadcast, China and Hong Kong will become the next focus of Hong Kong."

The Lianwu Island project is about to be developed. At this critical juncture, putting the company in the spotlight is both a good thing and a bad thing.

But overall, the risks still outweigh the benefits.

Of course, the above is just Liang Weining's unilateral speculation as a secretary. After all, a person like Chen Jingyuan has been in the business world for many years and has seen all kinds of storms.

The reason why she considered it so carefully was just to fulfill her job responsibilities without overstepping the line.

The most important thing is that Liang Weining has selfish motives.

Putting most of your savings into investing heavily in 9771 will lead to a loss for all, and this is no joke.

After she finished her speech, she stood quietly aside, waiting for the man's reaction.

Chen Jingyuan was calmer than she had imagined, or even calm to the extreme.

The long silence made Liang Weining unable to help but turn his eyes and cast his gaze silently towards the desk.

Unexpectedly, the man also slowly raised his eyes.

At this moment, their eyes met.

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She smiled faintly to cover up the embarrassment and nervousness brought about by that moment.

"Liang Weining."

Chen Jingyuan opened his lips in a calm voice.

My heart skipped a beat.

It was the first time that the boss called her by her full name.

Liang Weining looked at the man helplessly and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to transfer me to the public relations department again?"

Very self-aware.

What he just said undoubtedly destroyed the character he had worked so hard to build.

Quiet and gentle.

Follow the rules.

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But every time, the boss can easily see through it.

So I just stopped pretending.

The night is deep and the top floor of the China Hong Kong Building is so quiet.

In the office, the silvery-white light from overhead sprinkled down, inch by inch, filling Chen Jingyuan's unfathomable eyes.

At that moment, he felt the long-lost vitality and resilience hidden under the girl's outer shell. His eyes were as calm as water, and his thoughts were slowly drawn back to the first meeting at Tanzhe Temple in the western suburbs of Beijing four years ago.

　It's rude to be stuck here, but it's true.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)