Chapter 25 Underestimating Merchants
Seeing the girl staring at his hand in a daze, Chen Jingyuan asked in a low voice: "Can't you drink it cold?"

Liang Weining came back to his senses and quickly caught the water bottle with his hands, his voice a little hoarse, "Sure, thank you Mr. Chen."

The water moisturizes the throat and relieves the itching and pain.

With Chen Jingyuan's insight, he could easily tell that she was unwell. He raised his chin slightly and said, "Go stay in the car."

"It's okay." Liang Weining screwed the cap on the bottle with a casual look, "Let it ferment for a while, and the medicine will be more effective."

I come into contact with all kinds of people every day, but this is the first time I've heard such self-confident fallacy.

Chen Jingyuan glanced at the girl's blushing face and said calmly, "When things get so bad that you can't speak, Secretary Liang, do you plan to communicate with me about work using sign language?"

how is this possible.

Of course, she didn't dare to refute the boss's words.

To ease the atmosphere, Liang Weining boldly made a joke, "If it's really that serious, would it be considered a work-related injury?"

Work injury.

Chen Jingyuan raised the corner of his lips slightly, and showed some interest without making a sound. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and asked her calmly, "How much do you think you should pay for your throat injury?"

She didn't expect the boss to respond to her.

Working people are, after all, cowards.

She started the whole thing, but she didn't have the courage to continue.

Liang Weining turned her eyes slightly, raised her hand to tuck her messy hair behind her ears, and returned to her serious look. She said slowly: "Mr. Chen has a strong public relations and legal team behind him. How much compensation he can get in the end is not up to me at all. Rather than worrying about the gains and losses in front of me, I would rather let Mr. Chen feel guilty."

"Guilt." Chen Jingyuan paused for two seconds, his eyes fell on the end of her delicate and soft eyes, and his voice was low, "You underestimate businessmen."

The girl turned around and looked at him intently, "Is Mr. Chen a pure businessman?"

Counterattack an army.

She knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Chen Jingyuan smiled faintly and walked towards the depths of the ranch with his long legs. "Whether it's pure or not, if there's a chance, Secretary Liang can give it a try."

Liang Wei stood quietly in the wind, his eyes following the elegant figure.

Thinking back on every word the man said, my heart felt swelled.

Is he.

He frowned in regret.

She actually asked such a question. She simply didn't want to live anymore.

After adjusting her mood and seeing that the man had already walked away, Liang Weining quickly quickened her pace to catch up with him.

The owner of the ranch is an old man in his sixties who has a very good personal relationship with Director Yan. When he heard that Mr. Chen came in person to select horses, he attached great importance to it and completed the initial screening three days in advance.

In the long row of stables, various purebred horse breeds from all over the world come into view one after another.

Liang Weining's knowledge of horse culture is almost zero.

But as the saying goes, no matter what you choose, the most important thing is your eye for it.

I just don't know which one the boss likes.

Today, Liang Weining just accompanied the man simply and spoke little. She also paid attention to the preferences revealed by the man during the horse selection process and recorded them in her professional memo, which might come in handy in the future.

But soon, her eyes were attracted by a bright black color in the corner of the stable.

While the boss was answering the phone, Liang Weining couldn't control his curiosity and walked towards his goal step by step.

It was a beautiful purebred horse, tall and strong, completely black except for a tuft of hair of a strange color on its forehead, a little bit close to grayish pink, but with a hint of light brown.

So beautiful.

It completely suits her aesthetic point of view.

Liang Weining reached out his hand cautiously and gently touched the horse's mane.

She thought the horse would be restless, but it was unexpectedly docile. It even rubbed its head against her palm, like a child acting coquettishly.

Liang Weining smiled faintly and touched it lovingly, again and again.

Chen Jingyuan, who had just returned from a phone call, saw this scene. The ranch owner was making tea and accidentally followed the man's line of sight, with a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing that the horse and the girl were getting along well, the ranch owner couldn't help but feel relieved and said, "This horse's bloodline is extremely rare, but it was frightened when it was born, so it's usually difficult for strangers to get close to it. It seems that Miss Liang has a good relationship with it."

Chen Jingyuan said nothing after hearing this, but sat down silently on the green rattan chair, picked up the teacup and sipped silently, his long gaze fixed quietly on a man and a horse in the distance.

Fifteen minutes later, it was time to return.

It’s a pity that I returned empty-handed.

Sitting in the car, Liang Weining wondered what kind of horse could catch the boss's eye. Judging from the man's usual style, he would not easily make a wasted trip.

So, she tilted her head slightly and asked tentatively, "Did Mr. Chen not take a fancy to any of those horses just now?"

"Secretary Liang, do you have any good suggestions?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

Let her make the decision?
Liang Weining shook his head: "No, I don't understand horses."

"If you don't understand, you can learn." Chen Jingyuan flipped through the documents on the tablet in his hand. His tone was flat and it was hard to tell whether his words were serious or joking.

Could she understand that her boss was hinting that she should be an all-round secretary?

All-rounder, no problem.

As long as the salary is in place.

The thoughts were obvious enough, almost written on his face.

Chen Jingyuan glanced at her calmly, "Are you short of money?"

Realizing that he had not managed his facial expression well, Liang Weining turned away awkwardly, thought for two seconds, and gave an ambiguous answer.

She said: "In our class, no one would complain about having too much money, because money is the most direct reward for our efforts."

Of course, the big guys may not be able to understand the feelings of the working class.

Chen Jingyuan's focus was different from hers. He asked calmly, "How can Secretary Liang be sure that hard work will be rewarded?"

"."

Not sure.

But is there any other way besides working hard?

The girl fell into deep thought and did not respond.

The topic ended there, and the rest of the journey was filled with three consecutive business calls.

It was a call from the port area. No one knew what the report was about. Liang Weining observed that the boss's face did not look very good. Judging from the fragmentary information in the conversation, it seemed to be related to the shipping business of the Trade Department.

Poor her, she had to endure low pressure all the way, and finally returned to the hotel in fear. When she opened the car door, she found that Special Assistant Xu was already waiting outside in a suit and tie.

Liang Weining was about to get off the car when a man's steady voice sounded behind him, "Go back and sort out the foreign trade shipping details of the headquarters in the past six months, and send them to my email before 2 pm."

She was slightly stunned.

Shipping details for the past six months?

The time is too tight and it is a bit difficult.

Seeing that the other person was slow to respond, Chen Jingyuan raised his eyelids slightly and slowly looked over.

Liang Weining nodded calmly, "No problem, Mr. Chen."

When the boss is in a bad mood, you have to be able to do it.

Before getting into the car, Xu Zhou handed her a shopping bag. She thought it was Mr. Chen's personal belongings, so she took it without asking any questions.

After the car started again and drove away, Liang Weining took out his cell phone to check the time, took a deep breath, and quickly dialed the secretary's office.

Two rings and the call is connected.

"Little Boss?"

Assistant Vivi's voice came from the receiver.

Skipping the nonsense, Liang Weining went straight to the point: "Help me get some data from the Ministry of Trade, the sooner the better."

(End of this chapter)