Chapter 34 - Ch 34

  Ji Fanling had difficulty identifying Cheng Jiali's voice: "It's okay."

  "It's just okay?" Cheng Jiali raised an eyebrow.

  "How did you and your...wife meet?" Ji Fanling changed the question.

  "When I was studying in the United States, I got to know each other through a group of friends," Cheng Jiali's eyes flashed with unnoticeable boredom.

  "I studied music and she studied architecture, both of which are considered creative fields. Although she later graduated from graduate school and returned to China, we stayed apart for a few years. The main reason was that her parents were urging us to get married as soon as possible...it was considered a marriage. "After all, she is not young."

  "Do you like her very much?"

  "Marriage and liking are two different things."

  Cheng Jiali twirled the wine glass casually, "Sometimes, I feel that she She doesn't quite understand me. Sometimes, although we are very close, she seems to be in a different dimension than me. Do you understand what I mean?"

  Ji Fanling: "I don't understand."

  Cheng Jiali smiled sullenly . He sighed and gave her food: "Just like you, you can't marry me, but it doesn't affect your liking for me."

  The girl choked and raised her eyelids: "Who the hell likes you?!"

  " Like, like." Cheng Jiali trailed off lazily, "You know, I always feel like we've known each other before."

  "...Cough cough cough cough"

  Ji Fanling choked on the pepper . , still coughing, Cheng Jiali couldn't speak any more, and said helplessly: "I thought you would like spicy food, why don't you order some less spicy dishes?"

  "No, "Ji Fanling's face turned red because of the spicy food, but his mouth was still very hard.

  "Where are you? I usually eat spicy food."

  *

  On the other side, in box 303.

  The ten-seater table was not full. There were about seven or eight people in the private room. Not many of them moved their chopsticks, but the conversation was lively.

  "Just before I got off work, I got a new order. Including the previous one, there are already POs from five medical organizations in total." A tall man said with a smile on his face.

  "I found that they are mainly interested in smart medical care. The linear accelerator is monopolized by Varian and Siemens and cannot be pushed forward. Instead, they are pursuing the intelligent robotic arm and image depth algorithm."

  The person next to him said. He answered, "I was still answering emails at three o'clock yesterday, and I slept for less than four hours."

  "Oh, thank you for your hard work, Manager Han." Su Lingqing smiled and raised her glass.

  "It is true that we have made technical barriers in the past two years. When Bio-Robot 3.0 passes the CE certification, I can get at least an order for 500 units." The tall man added.

  "Haha five hundred," Han Wentao said with a gun and a stick, "Well, the situation is open. If you ask me to say five thousand, it's not impossible, right? Mr. Fu?"

  Everyone looked at the end of the seat. ‌young man.

  Fu Yingcheng was wearing a dark coat and had a stern face. He raised his eyelids when he heard the words and said, neither lightly nor seriously, "It's not too late to talk about it once the matter is done."

  Manager Liu patted his thigh and said, "Oh, it's still Fu Yingcheng. It's always on point. If you don't sign a contract, it's just a lie."

  Han Wentao looked very unhappy.

  ...

  Although the few people here are colleagues, they are also competitors.

  Jiuzhou Medical has dominated the domestic market for several years and has little room for expansion. However, there are still plenty of opportunities overseas for them to expand their territory.

  The dinner table was full of people who had returned from the Medica International Medical Exhibition. They had the qualifications and willingness to be assigned to the European project department. Once they were appointed as the general manager, after a few years of overseas service, they were almost certain to be promoted directly when they returned to the headquarters. Executives.

  The question is - who will be the person in charge.

  The conversation at the dinner table continued, and there were undercurrents and tit-for-tat exchanges in the friendly chat. Inside and outside, it was said that he was the most suitable person.

  Fu Yingcheng sat aside and watched without saying a word.

  But halfway through, I lowered my head and looked at my phone.

  The chat interface is a conversation between him and Ji Fanling.

  It's none of your business: [I'm going out, I won't have dinner at home tonight. ]

  c: [Me too. ]

  An hour passed.

  c: [Are you home? ]

  Ji Fanling never returned.

  Fu Yingcheng's eyebrows tightened slightly, and he tapped his fingers a few times anxiously and disorderly. He clicked on the phone dialing interface, then backed out, locked the screen impatiently, and threw the phone on the table.

  The others saw his movements and keenly captured his unhappy emotions, and they collectively fell silent for a moment.

  At work, Fu Yingcheng is by no means the kind of leader who is close to the people.

  On the contrary, he can afford to be decisive and control the company he founded with iron and blood.

  On the surface, the adjustment and appointment of personnel are matters that will be reviewed and voted on by the board of directors tomorrow, but everyone knows in their hearts that the vote is just a formality.

  Who is ultimately the person in charge of the European market depends entirely on Fu Yingcheng's words.

  Su Lingqing saw that the faces of the people on the table were not good-looking, and she smiled and smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, it's rare to come out and talk about work. My head is spinning, let's eat and eat."

  After a while, Fu Yingcheng stood up and walked out of the box.

  Su Lingqing put down her chopsticks, followed him, and patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Hey, don't be so cold-faced. It's so scary that no one dares to eat."

  Fu Yingcheng frowned . Eyebrow: "When did I become cold-faced?"

  "Okay, okay, you're not cold," Su Lingqing thought, thinking that you were already cold enough when you had no expression. "I know, they are asking for credit today. It's a bit cruel, but that's really a fat guy. I want to show it in front of you. It's human nature. Don't worry about it. "