Chapter 93 Understanding the General

Ten minutes later, Alina knocked on the door of the director's office with coffee in hand.

The man said in a low voice: "Come in."

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, raised her head and chest, and pushed the door open.

The high heels walked closer, leaving a scent of rosemary all the way. She came to the dark-colored large table, respectfully placed the coffee in front of the man, and smiled with her red lips: "Mr. Chen, your coffee."

In just two minutes, Alina brought the unopened coffee back to the tea room, and the bright smile on her face was gone.

Liang Weining was sorting out the information of various departments in front of the computer when a gloating voice rang in his ears, "Secretary Liang, Mr. Chen asked you to go to the office."

"Call me Secretary Liang," the girl corrected.

Alina choked.

Why are you so arrogant? No matter how pretty you are, you are just a secretary in the end.

Would a man of Mr. Chen's status be short of women?
It all depends on how long this "celebrity" can do it.

Liang Weining was typing away on the keyboard, concentrating on marking things in the document, ignoring the other party's inner drama that was not allowed to speak out. Just as he was about to speak, the intercom rang next to him.

She picked up the phone and asked, "Mr. Chen, what's the matter?"

There was silence on the phone.

There was no response for a long time. Liang Weining took a look at it and was about to hang up when he heard the sound of a document being flipped through, accompanied by the boss's low voice, "You have become more capable."

Four words, the tone so bland as to be emotionless.

Based on her understanding of men, she definitely didn't drink a sip of the coffee.

It's a habit I've maintained for many years, and I know something is wrong as soon as it touches my lips.

Of course, she is very clear that in the company, she has no boyfriend, only a boss.

Liang Weining knew when to stop, and said in a formal tone: "Are you not satisfied with the coffee? Sorry, I'll make another cup."

After that, hang up.

There was only a busy tone in the receiver and Chen Jingyuan paused for a few seconds.

He chuckled and hung up the phone.

I threw a tantrum on my first day at work.

That's quite rare.

The coffee was half brewed when the CEO came to visit downstairs. Liang Weining thought about it and prepared two cups.

When I went in, Mr. Chen was already talking to Mr. Zou.

She didn't stay long, put down her coffee and left.

Chen Jingyuan paused for a moment, his gentle gaze fell on the girl's leaving back. After a brief silence, he looked away and continued to the main topic.

On the desk was the list of names with ten people crossed out.

Zou Ting looked solemn. "During your trip to Beijing, the chairman should be able to understand your long-term deployment for the North China region. Why can't you give your full support? It's really puzzling."

The man on the sofa sipped his coffee and said nothing.

His expression looked calm, as if he was not affected at all by the attitude of the man on Taiping Mountain.

Having followed Mr. Chen for many years, although he is far away in the capital and they seldom meet privately, Zou Ting knows very well that no matter ten years or several decades pass, as long as Mr. Chen is there, China and Hong Kong will always stand at the top of the pyramid.

No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do, including the chairman.

Not all the people on the list need to be killed.

What's important is how to make them stay in a 'valuable' way.

Chen Jingyuan leaned on the sofa with a calm face, one hand casually resting on the right armrest. After Zou Ting finished speaking his thoughts, he asked calmly: "Have you heard of the catfish effect?"

This is a commonly used corporate management method.

As the CEO, Zou Ting naturally knew it.

So, Mr. Chen means
After pondering for a while, Zou Ting asked tentatively: "Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

What is appropriate?

Chen Jingyuan put the coffee in his hand on the table and raised the corner of his lip imperceptibly, "Not necessarily, but you can try."

Try?

Hiding his surprise, Zou Ting thought to himself that if he was just trying it out, the cost of trial and error would be too high.

But since these words came from Mr. Chen, there is no doubt about it.

Before leaving, Chen Jingyuan stood up from the sofa and told Zou Ting to arrange to recruit a new internal affairs secretary for the board of directors' office.

Re-recruit.

"Are you dissatisfied with the current Alina?" Zou Ting asked.

The large office is bright and spacious.

In front of the French window, the man slowly lit a cigarette. His expression could not be seen clearly from behind his elegant back. He only said in a calm voice, "Let the Human Resources Department communicate directly with Secretary Liang and do everything according to her requirements."

According to Secretary Liang's request? He was stunned for two seconds.

Zou Ting nodded: "Okay, I understand."

At the elevator entrance, I met Special Assistant Xu who was preparing to go out on a field trip.

The two men looked at each other and nodded.

After all, they were family members and had a good relationship in private. Zou Ting could not help but ask Xu Zhou, "Who on earth is that girl? Why did Mr. Chen favor her so much?"

Who is that girl referring to?

They know each other well.

Xu Zhou smiled mysteriously and said, "I advise you not to be too curious. You will know in the future."

after.

How long will it take?

The door opened, and Zou Tingmai left a message before stepping out, "That's not nice."

indeed.

We were former alumni of Cambridge University, now we work for the same boss and live in the same building, but we see each other every day. What’s the point in that?

The two old men were disgusted with each other.
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Near lunchtime, the intercom rang again.

Alina answered the call in a sweet voice, and the man said in a deep voice, "Ask Secretary Liang to come in."

Just a quick sentence and hang up.

Looking around, Secretary Liang was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as if he had just gone to the bathroom.

After leaving a message on a sticky note at her workstation, Alina threw the pen away and went downstairs to eat in her seven-centimeter high heels. She was in a good mood.

The person who kept Mr. Chen waiting for a long time was Secretary Liang, and it was not her fault.

Five minutes later, Liang Weining returned to the secretary's office and found it empty.

The sticky note read: "Mr. Chen, please."

I opened the phone screen and looked at the time. It was eleven fifty.

After a quick tidying up, he backed up and saved the computer documents, went over to get a glass of water, took a few sips, and then walked towards the office with a calm expression.

At the end of the corridor, a dining cart was slowly pushed out of the elevator.

It's Mr. Chen's lunch.

Liang Weining could probably guess why the man asked her to go in.

Outside the office door, the food truck goes first.

She waited quietly outside, and only moved slowly after the table service staff left.

Chen Jingyuan sat on the sofa, wearing only a shirt and a suit vest. The temperature in the room was less than 20 degrees. Liang Weining felt a little cold, but men seemed to be born cold-resistant.

Walked in front and stopped a few steps away.

"What are you standing there for?" Chen Jingyuan said softly, raising his arm towards her.

Very familiar body movements.

Mr. Chen's meaning was clear. He asked her to come over and sit next to him, or to be more intimate and sit directly on his lap.

At this time, not many people would visit suddenly.

But, she didn't want to.

Liang Weining turned around and went to the opposite side.

As I sat down, I heard the man chuckle almost inaudibly.

He picked up the cutlery and started eating in silence.

Without saying hello and without waiting for Mr. Chen to pick up his chopsticks, if it were in Pok Fu Lam, if it were Josie, she would have been hinted and reminded by Uncle Ming for being so unruly.

In fact, Josie didn't dare to do that, because the child had been very well behaved since childhood.

Liang Weining even wondered whether his current mental state was the same as that of a teenager.

I respect, love and fear Chen Jingyuan.

He wanted to be angry and have a little temper, but because of the relationship between superiors and subordinates, his status, and the fact that this was a company, a serious office place, it would be inappropriate to make trouble.

The food tasted bland.

I never thought that one day, the three words "know the general situation" would happen to me.

Opposite the sofa, Chen Jingyuan didn't say a word the whole time. The cutlery in front of him remained untouched. He held a cigarette in his hand on his knees, but never lit it. He just sat there quietly, watching the girl eat.

Halfway through the meal, Liang Weining's cell phone rang.

I swiped the screen to answer the call. I didn't know what was on the line, but she said, "Wait a moment, I'll call you back in ten minutes."

After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, stood up, and left with his phone.

Chen Jingyuan:
(End of this chapter)