Chapter 14 A little thought

The 18-year-old girl who once collapsed due to a broken heart and dared to love and hate, has now entered the workplace, but her stubbornness and ambition to succeed have not diminished in the slightest.

The immaturity in his eyes and brows has faded a little, and after experiencing the hardships of the world, his words and actions have become more mature and steady.

The second time they met was at the Hong Kong University's anniversary ceremony, where Chen Jingyuan was invited to attend.

Liang Weining was a junior at that time. He went on stage to speak as a student representative. He stood straight in front of the microphone, and his clear eyes full of conviction made him have a deeper impression for no reason.

When they met for the third time, Liang Weining had already graduated from university.

The girl was dressed in a formal business suit, holding a resume in her hand, sitting in the top-floor office.

That was the last round of interviews for the secretary position.

He personally reviewed it.

Finally, he chose her among five highly educated competitors.

Three times before and after.

Chen Jingyuan witnessed her growth and transformation step by step as a bystander.

But Liang Weining seemed to know nothing about their first encounter.

She is not a person with thick nerves.

But she never thought that the man who handed her a handkerchief from behind to wipe her tears at Tanzhe Temple in the suburbs of Beijing would be her future boss.

The only thing that is remembered is that the owner of the handkerchief had a pair of perfect, slender hands, and his tall, noble back as he walked away.

That's it.

When asked whether she wanted to transfer to the public relations department, Chen Jingyuan gave her a long silence.

Liang Weining couldn't figure out this person's mood for the time being, so he didn't dare to speak rashly.

She was in a trance for only two seconds when she heard the sound of the teacup being placed on the table. She raised her eyes subconsciously and her gaze just passed over the man's slightly cold jaw after he finished drinking the tea.

Looking down, there is no superfluous decoration, the shirt fabric is precious and smooth, and the pure black collar appropriately modifies the full and sexy Adam's apple. One can imagine how the sip of tea just now went down the man's throat.

It's dying.

What is she looking at?

Liang Weining turned away with a slightly dry throat and reminded softly: "The tea should be getting cold soon, do you want me to get a new cup?"

Putting the cigarette on his lips, Chen Jingyuan replied to her, no need to change.

Within the field of vision, the lighter emitted a light blue flame and sparks, reflecting the light and dark deep face of the man. Liang Weining's eyes were motionless, and he only felt that he seemed to be a little crazy tonight.

Ignoring the cold tea and seeing that it was getting late, Chen Jingyuan got straight to the point this time.

Slowly exhaling a thin puff of cigarette, he looked at the person in front of him and asked, "If you were a TV station, and you deliberately added the interviewee's personal relationship topic to a financial interview, what kind of information would it lead to?"

That's the point.

Liang Weining shifted his gaze away imperceptibly, hesitated for two seconds, and brought up something that was completely unrelated.

"Half a month ago, the media photographed a local medical giant and his daughter playing golf with the chairman of China Harbor at a private golf course. The two leaders had a pleasant conversation. At that time, there were rumors that the two companies were planning to marry in the future."

She did not beat around the bush and spoke very straightforwardly.

I'm sure Chen Jingyuan can understand the ins and outs of this without her having to explain it in detail.

Let’s not discuss whether the marriage claim is true or not.

Just look at the TV station's shameful past. It's not just about the mate selection criteria. They just casually conduct a private interview of a few minutes on the spot and combine it with previous gossip. No matter how flawless the interviewee's answers are, those people can always squeeze out the so-called "information effectiveness theory" from the words to confuse the public and guide the market direction.

This behavior is not illegal.

But it's also quite disgusting.

I don’t know why Mr. Chen agreed to be interviewed twice in just half a year.

When something is out of the norm, there must be a deeper meaning.

She was very curious about what the boss was playing.

Liang Weining was so absorbed in thinking this that he overlooked the gloomy look in Chen Jingyuan's eyes when he heard the word "marriage".

Hong Kong tabloids often like to make up stories, but this was the first time he heard about it.

After all, looking around the entire board office, the only person who dared to talk about his private affairs so openly and without reservation in front of him was probably Secretary Liang.

The air was quiet, and the cigarette between the man's fingers was half burned. Liang Weining watched silently, watching him stretch out his arm to tap the Black Rock ashtray, and half of the ash fell silently. The calm and composed movement made her look like a monkey performing acrobatics.

Really, the eunuch is so anxious.

If she wasn't worried about the impact of the interview on the stock market, she wouldn't have the time to worry about it.

Liang Weining lowered her eyes, feeling a little depressed.

“How much is the position?”

Chen Jingyuan placed his cigarette-holding hand casually on the table, and his eyes slowly fell on the girl as he spoke.

The sudden question obviously stunned Liang Weining.

Even so, I still want to struggle a little longer.

She pretended not to understand, with a blank expression, "What position?"

It is true that he has some talent for playing dumb.

It was late at night. Chen Jingyuan glanced at her coldly, extinguished the half-smoked cigarette, stood up, picked up his suit jacket and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Liang Weining quickly said, "Not much, fifty thousand."

For the big guys, this number is indeed not much.

But she is just a wage earner.

Chen Jingyuan didn't stop, and walked out with long legs after listening. Before leaving, he said quietly, "Pack up and go to the underground garage. It's too late. Let the driver take you back."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Chen."

The girl's joyful voice followed.

From an invisible angle, Chen Jingyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly. I really don’t know how many things are packed in her little head all day long.

Tonight's remarks really took him by surprise.

Even his trusted subordinates who had followed him for many years were confused about this situation, but a young girl with no experience in this field figured it out clearly.

The bold words she spoke at Tanzhe Temple outside Beijing four years ago now do not seem like empty talk.

Back in the secretary's office, Liang Weining carefully saved the document and then turned off the computer.

Before leaving, his eyes inadvertently swept across the piece of waste paper on the table.

That's it.

She grabbed it and took it away, then locked the door and left the top floor.

Take the elevator to the second floor below ground.

The night was quiet, and the sound of high heels echoed in the cold and empty garage.

Walking to the black business car, the driver carefully opened the door for her. Liang Weining said "thank you", smoothed down her skirt, bent down and sat in.

The air was filled with her faint fragrance, which gradually filled the back seat space.

When the person next to him looked at him with deep eyes, Liang Weining realized belatedly that the boss was also in this car.

No, a longer Pullman.

She suddenly remembered that she seemed to have heard Xu Zhou mention yesterday that Mr. Chen's business car had been sent for maintenance.

Liang Weining smiled calmly at the man, turned around and sat down.

The black sedan drove out of the garage and drove smoothly through the long, quiet street on the winter night.

This was the first time that Liang Weining's seat was level with Chen Jingyuan, so that during the entire ride, she didn't even dare to tilt her peripheral vision a bit.

When they were almost in Kwai Tsing District, the man who had been silent all the way spoke in a low voice, "Last time I asked you to register a mobility scooter, what's the problem?"

　I have something to do at noon, so I will come earlier today. If nothing goes wrong, PK will start on Saturday, so remember to come and have a look.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)