Chapter 92 Mr. Chen, Not a Tyrant
When she woke up the next day, she was in her girlish bedroom.

The skinny girl was lying in the middle of the two-meter-wide bed. Looking down from the roof, she was a soft ball curled up in the quilt, like a furry sweety.

Mr. Chen was very cruel to Sweety last night.

My hands are sore and my legs are weak.

It seemed as if nothing had happened, yet it also seemed as if everything that should have happened had happened.

The alarm clock rang for the umpteenth time. Liang Weining frowned in pain and climbed out of bed with difficulty.

I looked at the time. It was half past seven.

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All the sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

It’s so late, and Mr. Chen didn’t call her!

I quickly got out of bed, put on my shoes, went into the bathroom to wash up, and then returned to the cloakroom to change clothes.

I just picked up a professional skirt and put on a cashmere coat on the outside, so I shouldn’t be cold.

After cleaning up, go to the dining room.

The nutritious meal had already been placed on the dining table. Looking around, there was no sign of the boss.

The housekeeper's voice came from the island counter, saying to her, "Mr. Chen asked you to go directly to the garage after you finish eating. He will wait for you downstairs."

Wait for her.

Liang Weining started eating quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, I picked up my bag, went to the entrance to change my shoes, and rushed out.

On the underground first floor, in a private garage, an extended Pullman is quietly parked not far from the staircase.

Liang Weining glanced at the license plate inadvertently.

The luxury car had dual license plates from the mainland and Hong Kong. One could not help but wonder how it was transported from Hong Kong to Beijing, such a long distance, in just one day.

When getting in the car, Mr. Chen, wearing a classic black suit, looking dignified and cool, was leaning against the seat with his eyes closed, listening to the morning meeting at the headquarters with his Bluetooth headphones on, through the central armrest.

At this time normally, that group of executives would probably still be on the road stuck in traffic.

The boss went to Beijing, but he did not slack off on the headquarters affairs.

He is the hardest working person in China and Hong Kong.

The girl was too quiet. Amid the sound of executives reporting over the Bluetooth, Chen Jingyuan glanced sideways, his gentle gaze falling on her slightly tired profile.

The project leader said: "The cooperation agreement with Zhang Group will be signed around 3 o'clock this afternoon if nothing unexpected happens. Do you want remote access for you at that time?"

“Who will sign?”

"President of Zhang Group."

That is the eldest son of the Zhang family.

There was silence in the meeting.

The executive held his breath and listened to the man's cold words, "Whoever took the lead in the first place should sign it. Remind the other party to read the terms carefully. China and Hong Kong do not do bully business."

How cruel the terms are.

Putting aside the chairman's consideration of their old friendship, Mr. Chen is really heartless.

"Don't worry, sir." The voice on the phone was steady and calm, "This cooperation will definitely let the Zhang Group see our sincerity."

What is sincerity?

It is naturally a win-win cooperation.

Since there is no win-win situation, if you want to ride the wind and waves, you must pay a price.

After all, there is no such thing as getting something for nothing.

After the morning meeting, Chen Jingyuan took off his Bluetooth headset, reached out a hand to touch her forehead, and asked in a gentle voice: "Are you not feeling well? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

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The girl looked resentful.

Have you lost your memory, old man?

She said nothing, silently conveying her dissatisfaction.

The hand on her forehead moved to her cheek, and two fingers gently pinched the soft flesh. Chen Jingyuan smiled, "If you are too sleepy, the lunch break can be extended for an hour."

I thank you.

Liang Weining remained silent, feeling depressed.

Beauty can harm people.

I shouldn’t have gone into the study last night, or rather, after coming out of the study, I went straight to the bedroom and locked the door.

It was agreed that he was not everything to her.

As expected, businessmen are cunning and cannot be trusted. Last year at the Lianwu Island Racecourse, Mr. Chen personally warned her not to underestimate businessmen. She did underestimate them, otherwise there would not be a bloody lesson.

Being a secretary is difficult.

Being Mr. Chen’s girlfriend is even more difficult.

Finally, the atmosphere was ambiguous all the way until a towering business building came into view a hundred meters ahead, and Liang Weining felt a little more energetic.

Building logo, China Hong Kong Group (Shun Tak Building).

She smiled faintly, and a new journey was about to begin.

The girl smiled, and Chen Jingyuan's expression softened. He knew what could bring her back to life.

I thought the car would drive to the lobby of the building, and all the senior executives would probably gather to welcome me on the first day of moving into the branch.

But the boss told the driver to park underground.

This means taking the elevator from the basement floor to the top floor without going through the lobby.

Liang Weining understood what he meant. After the man got off the car, she went to the side and pressed another elevator to go to the first floor first.

After a few seconds, the elevator door opened.

The moment she stepped out in high heels, the heads of the people waiting in the hall turned around.

Secretary Liang, who works in the board office of the headquarters, is well known to a group of senior executives for her facial features.

Before he opened his mouth, he could already hear the warm sounds coming one after another.

In this area of ​​Beijing, although all companies are under the same group, their corporate styles are very different.

Although the headquarters flattered them, they at least knew how to cover it up. The branch was different. Looking at everyone's laughing faces, Liang Weining breathed a sigh of relief and just wanted to escape quickly.

"Everyone, Mr. Chen has reached the top floor. Thank you for waiting for so long. Please return to your posts."

After saying this, she smiled and nodded, then turned and walked into the elevator.

As you go up the floors, your ears become much quieter.

In the hall, the branch CEO Zou Ting, led by the branch CEO, waited for the girl to disappear at the entrance of the stairwell, relaxed his nerves without leaving a trace, and then told everyone to disperse.

"Boss Zou, did Mr. Chen summon you?"

"I've sent it. I'll be on the top floor in half an hour."

The executive nodded and sighed, "Cherish these last few days. I don't know how long I can stay in China and Hong Kong."

Zou Ting glanced at him and said, "Just do your job well. Mr. Chen is not a tyrant."

When the executive director moved into the branch, many people were well aware that if the branch's years of accumulated problems were to be rectified, a complete reshuffle would be inevitable.

As to what extent the change will be made, the situation is currently unclear.

The executive just talked to the CEO just to protect himself and get the upper hand.

The top floor of Shun Tak Building has been vacant for many years, and today it finally welcomes its first owner.

Out of professional habit, Liang Weining did not knock on the door of the director's office first, but went to the secretary's office first to take a look at where she would work in the future.

It’s just that the style of painting is not quite what she imagined.

Someone got there before her.

Is she a female employee wearing a professional suit and having a hot body?

Seeing Liang Weining approach the door, the other party approached in a friendly manner, extended her hand and introduced herself, "Hello, Secretary Liang, I am Alina. I was originally the secretary of Mr. Zou downstairs. Now I have been transferred to the board office on the top floor to assist you in serving Mr. Chen."

Service work.

Wait, my mind is a bit confused.

She stared at Alina, shook her hand lightly, and smiled: "Excuse me, who appointed you?"

"The Human Resources Department, the director personally sent a letter, and it was signed by Mr. Zou."

Alina had a smile on her face that was brighter than that of other girls. She had delicate makeup and a professional suit from the famous brand FARZ. The charming rosemary on her body was very noticeable. She had worked hard for today.

The Human Resources Department, right?

Liang Weining motioned to the other party to wait, dragged over the landline and dialed a number.

For two long minutes, the HR director explained the whole story on the phone. The secretary's office was silent except for the girl's expressionless face, which gradually froze.

Nothing else matters, the only thing I heard was "Mr. Chen acquiesced."

As the other party stared at her intently, Liang Weining calmly put down the phone and told her, "Go and give that person in the office a cup of coffee. Thank you."

Send coffee.

"Mr. Chen, do you have any special requirements for coffee?" Alina's eyes flashed with anticipation.

Of course there are.

Liang Weining rubbed his sore hands imperceptibly and smiled: "Freshly ground, add milk, and plenty of sugar."

Ning Xiaoguai also has a temper~