Chapter 234: Drinking Tea at Taiping Mountain

The next morning, I arrived at the company.

The assistant is very efficient and the new attendance rules are sent to the public pool on time at 9 o'clock.

The reactions of the people in the cubicle were varied and exciting, but generally speaking, the scene that Liang Weining had expected at first did not appear. Instead, there was a sense of madness under the calm.

As for what he was crazy about, the answer came two hours later.

At around 11 o'clock in the morning, the Human Resources Department suddenly issued a notice with a concise and clear subject line, canceling overtime subsidies, which was the same as the new attendance regulations just implemented by the project department.

Shang An was stunned and looked at his boss with utmost admiration.

There is a saying that goes, a strong man never fights an unprepared battle.

really.

Liang Weining's eyes were fixed on the announcement interface, he said nothing, with mixed feelings.

He was silent for a moment and picked up the phone.

Take a screenshot and send a private message to BB-C.

[That's good. Director Liang's pillow talk has been confirmed.]

Comes with an aggrieved little crybaby expression.

After reading the message, Chen Jingyuan smiled faintly: [If last night's words were considered pillow talk, they were too weak. Director Liang might try a different approach next time.]

last night?

What's the meaning.

After a little recollection, I suddenly realized.

It implies that she asks her boyfriend to act as a driver while she talks about work matters with her subordinates in the car.

Liang Weining is even more innocent.

Typing half-jokingly: [I dare not. If the chairman hears about it, I will be invited to have tea at Taiping Mountain sooner or later.]

[If you want to drink, I will drink with you. ]

Before turning off the phone, Chen Jingyuan added one last sentence: [Ningning, don't think too much.]

How can there be.

She thought she was broad-minded enough.

Otherwise, I would probably be worried like an old woman.

But sometimes, fate plays tricks on us and what we say comes true.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I received the call from the Chen family's main residence.

The person who talked to her directly was the housekeeper Yuan Shu. At the instruction of the chairman, Director Liang was asked to take the trouble to go to Taiping Mountain.

The wording is extremely sophisticated.

Sounds a lot like a work trip.

The girl was calmer than expected and did not make any excuses. She said that she would have a short department meeting in ten minutes which would end at around 2:40.

Uncle Yuan smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll arrange for the driver to wait at the building in advance."

The call was disconnected.

Liang Weining stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking up at the tall buildings in the distance. His eyes were so clear that they could reflect the shadows of the blue sky and white clouds.

Nervousness is inevitable.

More than anything, I felt relieved.

Because she knew that this day would eventually come, and instead of dragging it out, it would be better to resolve it quickly.

At least, only by breaking the unknown can we fully recognize the reality.
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We arrived at Taiping Mountain at exactly 3:30 in the afternoon.

Due to his mood, Liang Weining did not have a clear memory of the scenery along the way.

What is vaguely imprinted in my mind is when the car drove halfway up the mountain and my eyes inadvertently glanced out the window. At that moment, the azure blue sky and the bay caught my eye like a waterfall.

In the past, when standing in the office building, all you could see were the endless stream of cruise ships. But at this moment, it is a completely different scene.

Liang Weining withdrew his gaze, and his mood unconsciously calmed down a lot.

When she arrived at the main house, she was received by Uncle Yuan.

The other party was very polite. While leading the girl to the back mountain, he asked her what kind of tea she liked to drink and whether she had any dietary restrictions.

It was still early, and excluding the possibility of dinner, Liang Weining did not think about anything else and answered truthfully.

Uncle Yuan kept it in mind silently with a warm smile on his face.

The above is actually Mrs. Chen’s explanation.

Before leaving, the mistress learned that the girl was coming to Taiping Mountain. She was considering whether to cancel the afternoon tea party, but Uncle Yuan passed on a message saying that the chairman meant that everything should remain the same.

As usual, it means that this is just an official conversation involving public affairs, so the lady does not need to over-interpret it.

Mrs. Chen was surprised when she heard this and asked Uncle Yuan whether he believed it.

The latter smiled without saying anything and shook his head politely.

Of course I don't believe it. In the back mountain, the giant red maple and heather are lush and leafy, and even in the severe winter, there is no sign of withering.

Under the tree was a rosewood and black wood desk and two armchairs.

A tall figure sat quietly on the east side, in the gentle breeze. From Liang Weining's perspective, it seemed as if he was concentrating and holding his breath to escape from the world.

The meeting scene was not quite the same as I had imagined.

While she was thinking, as the distance got closer, the invisible aura from the higher-up was like a boomerang, waking her up in time.

It's very simple.

Like son, like father.

There is no doubt that this is Mr. Chen thirty years later.

The next moment, two footsteps approached, and the butler said, "Director Liang is here." As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt that the sense of oppression had subsided a lot.

One meter behind, a little girl greeted me in a gentle voice, calling me "Chairman" very politely.

Chen Song, leaning on the armchair, concentrated on making tea. He nodded slightly, motioning her to sit down.

There was no other choice, just an empty chair opposite.

After Liang Weining sat down with a normal expression, the housekeeper ordered the servants to bring a few plates of light snacks, in addition to a square chessboard.

Completely beyond expectations.

I never thought that the first time I met their parents, it would be like this.

I have been playing chess with Lao Liang since I was a child, and the only way to win is by cheating.

He may not be very talented, but he has a lot of clever ideas.

These are Director Liang’s original words.

But on Taiping Mountain, facing such a majestic elder, whether you show cowardice or try to scheme, the outcome will be bad.

After staring at the chessboard for a few seconds, Liang Weining concluded: "The chairman is the white piece."

Some surprises.

Chen Song asked her, "How did you figure that out?"

It’s not difficult.

“Use the process of elimination.”

The girl analyzed, "The black pieces plan their moves carefully. They seem to be strolling leisurely, but in fact, they are full of murderous intent. Their chess style is like their personality, and it is very close to their behavior."

After he finished speaking, perhaps realizing that his wording was inappropriate, his expression paused for a moment.

Just as he was about to make amends, he heard Chen Song slowly speak: "It seems that you know him very well."

Language trap.

It was as if I was back to two years ago when I first joined the China-Hong Kong Directors' Office as a secretary.

In front of Mr. Chen, I weighed every word carefully and cautiously, fearing that I would make even the slightest mistake.

They are truly a father and son.

After a moment of concentration, before he could think of how to respond, a seven-tenths full cup of white tea was already pushed to the table.

The aroma of tea is everywhere, which has the effect of soothing nerves.

Seeing the little girl sitting upright, like a child who was seriously being trained, Chen Song's stern expression softened slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

He said slowly, "At the performance review meeting in Beijing last year, you refuted with such confidence that I thought you were quite courageous."

Performance review meeting.

Liang Weining had a deep impression of the time when he was promoted to business unit director but was stuck on the last round of multiple-choice questions.

But at that time, we were separated by a screen, so it can't be compared with now.

"Excuse me."

She said: "Publicly, you are the chairman of the group. Privately, you are Mr. Chen's father. Whether as an employee or a junior, it is natural for us to have awe of you."

Chen Song had no obvious reaction after hearing this.

Pointing to the chessboard, he said, "Are you interested in finishing this game for him?"

Ask the girl's wishes and don't force her.

Looking at the black and white pieces crisscrossing in front of him and the dead end in the remaining formation, unless both sides take a step back, otherwise, they will both suffer losses in the end and end in a draw.

If we have to determine the winner.

After thinking for a moment, Liang Weining raised his eyes and asked, "Can I cheat?"

Quite direct.

Chen Song rarely smiled, and calmly put down his teacup, "It's okay, let me see what he has taught you in the past two years."

"It has nothing to do with him."

The little girl said seriously: "I am not a good chess player, I hope you can forgive me."