Chapter 208: Capture Secretary Zheng and refuel the plane

Chapter 208: Capture Secretary Zheng and refuel the plane

Zhang Xiaomeng tried hard to calm himself, swallowed nervously, put his hands behind his back, and pulled his clothes again. After making sure that everything was correct, he walked to Zhao Xiaoyue and acted as his invisible bodyguard.

In fact, this bodyguard is not absolutely necessary.

The three of them stood in the elevator, and Zhao Xiaoyue looked straight ahead.

Secretary Zheng looked straight ahead.

Zhang Xiaomeng, his eyes are drifting, drifting, drifting!

President Zhao is about to roll his eyes. Just look at it openly, as if you are trying to sneak a peek. Secretary Zheng is getting impatient.

After finally reaching the top floor, Zhao Xiaoyue walked out first. Secretary Zheng opened the folder and talked about today's schedule.

I have to hold two large meetings and one small meeting. I have to meet an investor in the afternoon and have a drinking party in the evening.

The trip was packed.

Alas, I am a worker with a destiny!

Secretary Zheng opened the office door for Zhao Xiaoyue, let President Zhao go in first, and then followed. Zhang Xiaomeng slipped in at the moment the door was about to close.

Secretary Zheng saw that Mr. Zhao didn't say anything, so he didn't say anything more.

Mr. Zhao was sitting, the secretary was standing, and Zhang Xiaomeng was acting as a bodyguard behind Mr. Zhao.

By the way, what dangers are there in the President's Office?

What dangers could there be in the President’s Office?

Normally, he doesn't seem to care much about her being at the helm!

It can be seen that he really took it seriously this time.

"Who is the one serving drinks? When can we meet?"

Secretary Zheng thought about his schedule and said, "Tomorrow."

Zhao Xiaoyue twisted her fingers and said, "Not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or maybe later."

Secretary Zheng was very respectful, "Okay."

Mr. Zhao's outfit has hardly changed over the years: a bun, a small T-shirt, loose blue jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. That's it.

On the way to the meeting room, Zhang Xiaomeng and Secretary Zheng followed Zhao Xiaoyue on the left and right.

There are already more than 20 people in the conference room. There is a classic line that goes, "Where there are people, there is the world," and where there is the world, there is fighting for interests.

"Old Qiao, it's been half an hour, why hasn't Mr. Man come yet?"

A middle-aged man leaned back in his chair leisurely, "Why rush? Anyway, we have to hold a meeting today."

A few minutes later, the conference room was bustling with people. The twenty or so people were like more than two hundred ducks, quacking non-stop.

The one called Old Joe was just drinking tea leisurely. He was one of the investors who started this company and later became a shareholder.

Although he holds a small stake, he is also one of the directors of this company.

The impatient one is called Wu Da.

In fact, he got to the top through some tricks, but these are just small scenes for comic conventions.

This is how the workplace is, where those who are capable get the job, and the strong prey on the weak, and it's never a joke.

As long as you have the ability to defeat the other party, you can take his place, provided that you do better than the other party.

When it comes to market sales, Wu Da is undoubtedly the best one.

Therefore, even though the people who were originally in this position were treated badly by Wu Da, they did not participate much in comic conventions.

In the business world, what he wants is ability, and he doesn't care about anything else.

This is the key to the comic exhibition's ability to control the entire company.

In case there is something that cannot be solved, isn't Mr. Zhao here to take charge?

While everyone was discussing heatedly, Secretary Zheng pushed open the door of the huge conference room and Zhao Xiaoyue walked in as if no one was around.

Secretary Zheng must go in. How could Zhang Xiaomeng miss such a good opportunity?

He was sure that the helmsman would not say anything about him in front of outsiders, so he followed him in.

The conference room suddenly seemed to have pressed the pause button, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone had different expressions. Why did Mr. Zhao come?

Didn’t President Man inform President Zhao that he would come?

Normally, if someone from a comic convention enters the conference room, everyone will stand up in unison to greet them.

As for Zhao Xiaoyue, she had appeared in the conference room three times in total, including this time, so who would take a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl seriously?

In the precise space, Secretary Zheng said: "President Man is on a business trip, and President Zhao will handle the company affairs these days."

Then he retreated behind Zhao Xiaoyue.

Old Qiao always has a smiling face when he meets everyone. He is a middle-aged man wearing a suit, looking fat and with a slicked back hair. He has always treated Zhao Xiaoyue as his granddaughter.

"Xiao Yue, why don't you go out and play during the holidays? Boss Man is not here, I think we should wait until Boss Man comes back before we start!"

At this time, someone also agreed, "Yes, today is a meeting, and we can't be careless about the Lanwan project. We have invested half of the company's funds, and we can't let it go to waste!"

Someone else went on to say: "The hotel locations in Letong City and City A are all ready, but they are stuck with the local industrial and commercial departments. These all need to be decided by President Man."

Yes, there are still many things that need to be finalized by Mr. Man.

Yes, yes, yes!

There were a lot of discordant sounds underground, which made Zhao Xiaoyue feel annoyed.

"Xiaoyue, Uncle Qiao's back isn't feeling well lately, so I'll be back soon. You can play with them for a while."

As he said this, he stood up and put away the documents, sighing, "Ah, I am useless when I am old!"

Before I could finish my sigh, I heard a "whoosh" and a pen was stuck on the table in front of me.

The pen was three inches into the wood, and the body of the pen was still trembling slightly.

Secretary Zheng had not yet taken back the hand that was handing over the pen, but his eyes followed the sound of the pen and fell on the place where the pen was inserted in front of Mr. Qiao.

The mahogany table is ten centimeters thick, and his pen is a plastic pen!

Plastic pen!

This is... inserted into the wood?

Looking back at President Zhao, he was still so leisurely sitting in the swivel chair, playing with another pen in his hand, his eyes lightly sweeping over everyone present.

The king's dominance is undoubtedly revealed!

At this moment, his admiration for President Zhao was like a level 5 storm, sweeping through Secretary Zheng's heart!

The action of comparing it to throwing a dart is so cool!

Zhang Xiaomeng was used to it. Seeing Secretary Zheng's face flushed with excitement, he sneered secretly. She looked like she had never seen the world, but he had seen a lot of big scenes.

Thinking of the scene when he was at the helm and shot Situ Cheng with a flying knife, he felt a gust of wind passing through his crotch, and he shivered with cold.

Everyone present fell silent.

With a loud "clang", Old Joe's soul flew out and was pulled back by him.

After a few seconds of pause, his face turned completely dark.

Questioning, "Xiaoyue, what do you mean?"

He is an old employee of the company and now he has become one of the directors. He doesn't believe that Zhang Xiaoyue dares to do anything to him.

With this mentality, Lao Qiao's attitude is quite arrogant.

Zhao Xiaoyue moved her butt into a more comfortable position, and spoke casually, almost irritating Old Qiao to death.

"Secretary Zheng, notify the Finance Department to settle the accounts for George Chi. He still has a lot of things to do when he is young."

Secretary Zheng nodded, "Yes, President Zhao!"

Everyone was silent now.

Just fired him directly?

Even Mr. Man wouldn’t dare to treat shareholders like this, let alone Mr. Qiao.

George Qi reacted and pointed at Zhao Xiaoyue angrily, "Zhao Xiaoyue, you can't do this to me. I am an old antique of Fengshu Group. How can you do this to me? How do you want people outside to see Fengshu Group? Some of the Xingtu Hotels are still in the preparation stage. Aren't you afraid of being criticized?"

What a bunch of bullshit!