Fu Yingcheng stopped and the group turned around. Five or six Maversis managers rushed towards the end of the corridor. They were caught in the rain and breathlessly said in English: "I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road. I'm late." , let's start now?"
"I have other agendas later,"
Fu Yingcheng's English was almost impersonal, "You can arrange your own time,"
and then left. People followed suit.
"Why is Mr. Fu gone? What do you mean? Are you angry?" The leading man grabbed Secretary Wen in a panic and rushed to the doctor.
"Mr. Fu is emotionless at work."
Secretary Wen said, "It's just that you may have to inform your CEO, Mr. Benderman, that this cooperation is cancelled." "What? Cancelled
?!"
The man said anxiously: "I didn't mean to do it. I'm just ten minutes late. Doesn't there be any room for mediation? Besides, it was your initiative to cooperate in the first place!"
"You may not understand Mr. Fu yet. His character."
Secretary Wen said in a business-like tone: "He won't let others wait for him, but he won't wait for others either."
"You can't think of a way..."
"If you miss an opportunity, you'll miss it." Stop, turn around and leave.
"President Fu will never take the initiative a second time."
...
Wendy knocked on the door and walked into the president's office.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with unobstructed views, a man in a suit and tie is sitting in front of a computer working.
As she said to the person in charge of Maversis, Fu Yingcheng has no emotion in his eyes, and he never wastes his emotions on things that are not worth it.
"Mr. Fu, this is Bioson's information and my connection with them."
Besides Maversis, Bioson is the company Jiuzhou most wants to cooperate with. Since the latter is not sincere, Fu Yingcheng does not need to give orders, so the former will naturally be arranged immediately. .
Fu Yingcheng glanced at the information: "Book me a ticket to Washington next month."
Wendy immediately checked the flight schedule: "You have a private trip in this city on the 11th. After the 11th, the earliest... The flight is at 12:30 noon on the 14th."
"Okay."
"Oh, Mr. Fu has a private schedule~"
A bored voice came from the door.
Su Lingqing was wearing a plaid shirt, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow at Wendy: "How come I don't know what his schedule is?"
Wendy passed him by without looking away, and walked past the office. and walked out.
It was as if Su Lingqing was a ball of air that could talk.
Su Lingqing: "...Hello!"
Although Wendy, as secretary, is only responsible for Fu Yingcheng.
But, is it too disrespectful to take him as the sales director seriously?
"Go home when you are free," Fu Yingcheng glanced at him, "Don't harass other employees."
"Why did I harass her? Don't I care about you?"
Su Lingqing laughed angrily: "Hey, let's have dinner tonight Are you going? I beg you."
I don't know which word touched Fu Yingcheng's nerves again. The man snorted without raising his eyes: "
Really, I pushed you there last time . "Michelin..." "You're really
picky
." Su Lingqing pouted, "You decide what to eat, okay? I'm bleeding heavily today..."
"You look like I'm short of food
. " Ying Cheng raised his eyes impatiently, but paused mid-sentence. He pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses and said, "Should I decide?"
Su Lingqing greeted, "You decide, you decide. Okay, Mr. Fu, let's go. We can do it again when we get back." It's not too late."
…
half an hour later.
The place was filled with the pungent smell of cheap spices, round tables covered with thin plastic sheets, plastic benches that were squeaking in the cold wind, and scraping on the rough ground that could not be removed by mopping no matter how many times.
Su Lingqing looked at the plaque of Zhao Sanchuan's food stall in confusion, and made an incredulous voice:
"...This is what you decided???"
Chapter 23 Staying at home
Su Lingqing is not mysophobic like Fu Yingcheng, but she steps on the scattered On the ground of bamboo sticks, she still felt a little distressed for her handmade leather shoes made in Italy: "I'm really convinced, you won't save me money to this extent."
Su Lingqing just drew a red plastic He sat down on a nearby stool, but saw Fu Yingcheng walking straight past him: "Go and sit over there."
"..."
Su Lingqing had to stand up and change tables: "What the hell is the difference? No They're all the same!"
Fu Yingcheng had already sat down. The red disposable plastic tablecloth was blown up by the wind and hit his legs. The man subconsciously raised his knees, and the delicate trousers were immediately covered with plastic. The rough barbs of the table scratched the thread.
"..."
Su Lingqing looked at his face, and it darkened inch by inch.
Just when Su Lingqing thought that Fu Yingcheng couldn't bear it anymore and was about to get up and leave, she saw that he didn't seem to care at all and reached out to peel off the set of dishes and dishes in front of him marked "One Yuan Unpacked" plastic film on.
Then he frowned even more, lowered his head to see the unwashed grease in the bowl, and looked up at Su Lingqing: "Isn't this sterilized?" Su Lingqing
: "... let's go, brother, you are not suitable for eating food stalls."
Fu Ying Cheng's eyes darkened, and he brought back the bowls and chopsticks he was about to push away: "There's nothing inappropriate."
Although he condescendingly tried to blend in, as he sat there, his whole body looked cold and noble. There is still something out of place in his temperament that makes it difficult to look directly at him.
Many people around him were looking at him openly or covertly, and even the girl at the next table put her phone under the table to secretly take pictures.
Su Lingqing: "..."
That's the bad thing about going out with Fu Yingcheng. It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to get involved, but he still blocks his.
Su Lingqing was still looking at the menu when a slender hand put down the glass and poured lemonade.