Chapter 94 Return to Xiangyue Mansion
Secretary Liang didn't say a word since he entered the room. He didn't show any expression or any dissatisfaction. However, he left Mr. Chen aside for a full fifteen minutes.

How many fifteen minutes are there in Chen Jingyuan’s day?

By the time the guest returned, the food on the table had almost become lukewarm.

Half an hour later, he had a social event not far away, just near the China World Trade Center.

So during this meal, I just watched her eat.

Not long after, Xu Zhou called and asked the boss if they could set off.

Chen Jingyuan rested his watch-wearing hand on the armrest and glanced down. It was indeed late.

He explained: "At 3 pm, the headquarters signed an agreement with the Zhang Group, and asked Secretary Liang to attend the meeting remotely on my behalf. And I will also ask her to accompany me to the business reception in the evening."

"Do you need to prepare a dress?"

"Need not."

Meng Xingzhi organized a party to welcome him tonight, leaving her alone in Xiangyue Mansion, which was bound to make her bored.

Take it with you to play.

If a little girl stays depressed for too long, she will develop a mental illness.

After lunch, the Human Resources Department received a call from the secretarial office. At the request of Secretary Liang, Alina was removed from the top floor and transferred back to the president's office downstairs.

The reason is that I leave home ten minutes early at noon.

Alina was extremely shocked after hearing this: "You're going to dismiss me after just ten minutes?"

Just ten minutes.

It seems that early leaving has become the norm in the branch.

Excuse me.

Liang Weining said calmly: "This is the rule of the board of directors. If you want to leave work early, you can. Please go back and continue to be Mr. Zou's secretary. It's comfortable there."

"There are so many people who leave early in the entire company, why are you targeting me?"

It seemed as if he was determined to get an explanation, but the other party still refused to give in.

Liang Weining's patience is limited.

He shook his phone and kindly reminded, "Watch your words. Without any evidence, you are slandering other employees of the company. I will record the recording and give it to Mr. Zou for the final decision."

recording.

This sentence was indeed effective, and the noise in my ears suddenly stopped.

Feeling resentful, Alina packed up her things, walked away angrily in her high heels, holding the cardboard box.

The secretary's office was finally completely quiet.

At his workstation, Liang Weining rubbed his tired brows. Within a few minutes, he received another call from the Human Resources Department downstairs.

What the other party told me was something else.

Regarding the re-recruitment of an internal affairs secretary at the top level, General Manager Zou said that it must be reviewed personally by Secretary Liang.

The HR politely made an appointment with her because there might be more interviews in the next week.

Mr. Zou gave these instructions personally.

To put it bluntly, this is what Mr. Chen meant.

When recruiting people, have her come for the interview and make sure they meet her standards.

See you soon.

It's not a service to her, so what does it have to do with her?

Liang Weining said numbly: "Assign a few more every day, and give priority to those who can arrive at the post quickly."

HR quickly responded, OK, OK.

The phone hangs up.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Chen attended the meeting on behalf of the company, staring at the other end of the video and watching the project manager from the headquarters and the Zhang Group sign an agreement.

At the end, President Zhang politely asked, "Does Mr. Chen have any guidance that he would like Secretary Liang to convey?"

No.

Xu Zhou didn't say anything on the phone.

Just let her attend the meeting.

The cooperation between the headquarters and Zhang Group was facilitated by the chairman.

If Mr. Chen did not leave a single word at such an important signing ceremony, it would undoubtedly be announcing to everyone that father and son were in disagreement.

Therefore, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes watching, you must at least do your best to save face.

But, what should I say?

Liang Weining has a headache.

After a moment of silence, she raised her hand to adjust the camera and observe the reaction of the project manager at the headquarters.

Absolutely amazing.

Like the master, like the subordinates. The unfathomable and unpredictable nature of the master is vividly demonstrated.

He didn't give her any hint at all.

As if he could see the girl's hesitation, President Zhang smiled and said, "Secretary Liang, if you have anything to say, just say it."

But it’s okay to say it.

Then she said it.

"To be honest, today's signing ceremony was originally going to be postponed."

As soon as Liang Weining said this, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

President Zhang asked the reason.

She looked solemn. "Mr. Chen arrived in Beijing last night. He is suffering from some discomfort caused by the climate here and is currently receiving treatment. He initially planned to postpone the signing, but in the end he thought that cooperation should start sooner rather than later. As he is not feeling well, he can only ask me to attend on his behalf. Therefore, I hope Mr. Zhang can understand."

I'm not used to the local climate and I feel unwell.

When the other party heard this, he immediately asked about the situation.

Liang Weining comforted him: "Everyone, rest assured, Mr. Chen's mental state has gradually recovered, and he should be fine in a few days."

Next, she asked him to help convey the greetings that came one after another in the video.

The girl smiled and nodded, responding to each one, trying her best to treat everyone equally.

The expression suddenly disappeared after the meeting was over.

He rubbed his almost stiff face and stood up to get some water.

There is no airtight wall in the world.

Somehow, the news that Mr. Chen was not adapting to the local climate quickly spread throughout the headquarters, and was then fed back to the branch. In just two hours, the secretary's office received no less than twenty calls from various departments downstairs.

Everyone is concerned about Mr. Chen's health.

However, Xu Zhou told her that there was a business reception at 7 o'clock tonight and asked her to accompany him.

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When did the cocktail party come out?

She had clearly checked her schedule and after having lunch with her acquaintances in the circle at noon, she basically did not appear in public.

Isn't it contradictory that you are not used to the local climate and then attend a cocktail party in the evening?
Liang Weining was completely numb.

I've never had a car flip so badly.

With nowhere else to turn, he begged for help from Special Assistant Xu.

"It's my fault for not explaining both things clearly at once." Xu Zhou said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll ask the gentleman what he thinks, maybe he has a solution."

Ask the boss.

Isn't it too outrageous to ask the boss to solve the problem when subordinates make mistakes and get into trouble?

Liang Weining begged: "Don't tell him for now, I'll think about it myself."

There are still three hours left until the reception.

There must be a way to the front of the mountain.

Calm down and let her think about it.

It's six o'clock after get off work and the building's elevator is busy.

As there were two byes, Liang Weining had to take the special elevator downstairs to save time.

The stretched Pullman car was quietly parked in its old position. When I approached, the door opened automatically.

She got in the car, turned to look at the man, and said softly, "Mr. Chen, are you available right now? I have something to discuss with you."

The girl's voice was steady, without any trace of urgency.

Chen Jingyuan slowly opened his eyes and cast a deep gaze on her face.

This was the first sentence she said to him after arriving at the company all day.

It's about business.

The heater was on in the car, but it didn't provide any warmth.

In the central rearview mirror, Xu Zhou's eyes moved slightly, observing his husband's expression imperceptibly.

Being too calm is not a good thing.

As for what went wrong, as an outsider, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

The air was extremely quiet.

This road heads in the direction of the cocktail party, which is only three kilometers away from the destination.

After a long and unbearable silence, Xu Zhou finally heard the master's order.

"Go back to Xiangyue Mansion." He said quietly, "Raise the baffle."

It takes time for emotions to accumulate. Don't be impatient. Feelings should be developed slowly.