One night after self-study, Ji Fanling suddenly said to Zhou Sui: "Don't ever come with me again."
Zhou Sui: "Why?"
Ji Fanling: "Because you talk too much and it's very annoying."
Zhou Sui : "Why?" Sui didn't believe that she was telling the truth, so he insisted on following her, which made the girl anxious. He pulled her closer by her collar, pointed at the window, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "Can't you see that man outside?"
Zhou Sui saw a smiling young man leaning on the railing in the dim crowd of people in the corridor: "Are you talking about Cheng Jiali?"
"He has been with me for several days, and I don't know when he is going to make a move."
Ji Fanling pushed her away, He said coldly, "If you deserve a beating, just come with me."
Zhou Sui stayed where he was: "..."
He didn't want to beat you.
He is obviously chasing you!
Later, Zhou Sui gradually understood.
Her deskmate with a foul face and a sharp mouth is like a stray wild cat. He has been immersed in cruel dangers since he was a child, and he is extremely wary of every disturbance in order to survive.
Because being close always hurt her, she was used to treating every hand stretched out to her as a slap meant to be beaten.
So much so that even if someone loves her, as long as they don't declare their love, she will never understand.
Ji Fanling is such a person.
...
Extremely sensitive to malice.
But he is extremely insensitive to good intentions.
Outside the rental house.
There was a rumbling sound of flushing water coming from the toilet.
Zhou Sui retracted her thoughts, turned to look at the door, and frowned. Before she could speak, Ji Fanling had already moved to the bedside: "Let's go, there's nothing good to see."
"Where to go?"
"Zhao Sanchuan, I'm asking you. "Ji Fanling bent down to put on his shoes.
Zhou Sui groaned and glanced at Ji Fanling's cell phone casually placed next to him.
If I remember correctly.
It should be the latest model that was released just two months ago.
...
Zhou Sui had an inexplicable premonition.
Inexplicably, I felt that Fu Yingcheng would not let go so easily.
*
Jiuzhou Group Headquarters, conference room.
This is a cross-border online meeting. On the screen are senior executives of the European project department. The conference room is empty except for Fu Yingcheng and the assistant secretary.
On the screen, Han Wentao was making a summary statement: "The revised export product catalog is the result of three rounds of on-site market research conducted by our project department and comprehensive consideration from the perspectives of market demand, industrial strategy planning and company positioning..."
"Thinking it all together? I think we are just considering deleting the product."
The light refracted by the projection cast a cold light on Fu Yingcheng's silver-rimmed glasses.
After a few seconds of delay, Han Wentao hurriedly explained: "We have also added a lot of products, including chemical immunoanalyzers, angiography, tumor radiotherapy..."
"There are some things in the catalog that you don't need to read again." Fu Yingcheng said coldly Leng interrupted, "You think I don't have eyesight?"
"...Yes."
"You made this export product catalogue." Fu Yingcheng flipped through the catalog impatiently and threw the catalog on the table. There was a muffled sound.
"For those who don't know, I thought Jiuzhou was a branch of Siemens."
Several people on the screen became anxious instantly.
"No!"
"Mr. Fu, you misunderstood!"
Han Wentao blushed: "The results of the on-site inspection and market potential analysis show that..."
"Copying their local medical companies?" Fu Yingcheng sneered.
Han Wentao was sweating like rain on his back. He pressed the button in his hand eagerly, quickly switched to PPT, and looked for data charts: "Because 73.62% of European consumers tend to fall..."
"What do others want? What did you give me? What do you think you are opening, McDonald's?"
The man raised his eyelids, his voice slightly hooked, and he even had a sarcastic smile.
There is no need to speak harshly, but only a few words, a strong sense of oppression that overflows slowly and slowly, rushing through the screen like a rainstorm.
Han Wentao's movements were stiff and he was speechless.
Although Mr. Fu has always been resolute and ruthless.
Today seems to be particularly...
fierce.
Fu Yingcheng reopened the product catalog on the table and pressed his temples: "Compared with the publication catalog drawn up by Liu Chengming, the ones deleted are either traditional Chinese medicine or domestically independently developed devices. It seems that I have been abroad for a long time and I can't even figure out which country I am from.
"Medical consumers are not only consumers, but also patients. In medical treatment, we must be ahead of the market, not behind." Chase."
"Let's do it again."
Fu Yingcheng dropped the catalog and stood up to leave.
"——If you can do it, do it. If you can't do it, replace it."
Everyone on the other side of the screen stood up.
Han Wentao lowered his head and said in a harsh voice: "...Yes."
...
The meeting ended and the lights in the conference room turned on.
Gao Zhu turned off the projection screen and clucked his tongue: "Oh! Manager Han was scolded so badly! Mr. Fu said he might as well sell Colonel's chicken nuggets!"
"Colonel's chicken nuggets are from KFC."
Wendy, wearing a business suit Putting away the documents on the table: "Mr. Fu means that he might as well sell Chicken McNuggets."
"..."
Gao Zhu looked at her with difficulty: "You are the only one who can be Mr. Fu's secretary."
"Mr. Fu has his own reasons for being angry."
Wendy knocked the paper on the table, held it in her arms, and said calmly, "You can tell from the company's English name that he doesn't just care about profits and profits. Market merchants."
Because of Fu Yingcheng's insistence, the English name of Jiuzhou Medical Group continued to use the pinyin "Jiuzhou" and even retained the word "Jiu", which is generally difficult for foreigners to pronounce.
"But he didn't just call you by your English name?"
Gao Zhu raised his eyebrows, "It's been five years and I don't even know what your real name is. You can't be named Wen Mingdi, right?"