Out of control and sinking

Chen Nan stood next to the president's seat, listening to the executives' anxious expressions, all afraid of being scolded by President Bo, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

These old foxes, no matter how capable they are in private, are still completely controlled by Bo Xilai on the surface.

Few people can learn Bo Xilai's methods; everyone knows he's ruthless and doesn't tolerate any nonsense under his nose.

At seventeen, I was already outsmarting these old folks, and I've managed to keep them all in line for so many years.

The Bo family also rose to a higher level.

To put it bluntly, it's all about everyone's interests. Nobody's a fool, especially people who've been in the business world for so many years.

As long as Bo Xilai can bring them long-term benefits, they would be willing to call him "Dad."

In the corridor outside.

The man stood tall and slender, dressed in a sophisticated and mysterious all-black suit, holding a cell phone in his hand and making a call.

Bo Ye had just come out and was about to answer the phone when the call was disconnected.

He had no choice but to fight back.

The ringtone was childish and funny, and even Bo Ye's cold expression softened a little.

Soon, the call was connected.

A girl's sweet voice came through: "Hello."

Are you busy? Am I bothering you?

On the luxurious king-size bed, Jiang Ruan, her hair disheveled, nestled in bed holding her phone and making a call.

An agreement was laid out on the table.

Her eyes shone as she listened to the quiet voice on the other end of the phone: "No."

"Is there something you need?"

Bo Ye frowned and asked, without telling her that he was in a meeting.

The meeting just now had him feeling upset, so pausing to call her would help him calm down.

Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to resist giving them a good scolding.

A bunch of idiots.

When asked, Jiang Ruan chuckled and said, "Bo Ye, do you really want me to be the spokesperson for the Bo family?"

"I've seen the contract, but I still can't quite believe it; it's all too sudden."

Bo Ye listened, a smile playing on his lips: "Suddenly?"

Didn't I tell you that last night?

"Oh dear." Jiang Ruan's sweet, coquettish voice came through: "Of course I thought you were just trying to comfort me last night. Didn't you say that men are different in bed and out of bed? What if you don't admit it? There's nothing I can do about it, right?"

What she said makes sense.

But Bo Ye was still amused by her words, and he licked his lips slightly, saying, "What I meant by 'different' is not this."

Don't deliberately misinterpret my meaning.

Jiang Ruan knew exactly what he meant, but she was unwilling to admit it.

So shameful.

Jiang Ruan picked up the documents, making a rustling sound as the paper swished, her eyes sparkling.

She said, "I can give you three minutes to change your mind. If you don't regret it, then I'll really sign it, okay?"

If you're going to get a piece of fatty meat, why not take it?

Bo Xilai's global spokesperson.

"By the way, if I sign this endorsement, could you give me a break for the other two? If I sign three endorsements at once, I'm afraid people will say I'm dating a rich man and being kept by him to climb so high all at once."

"I already have a lot of haters, and there will definitely be even more by then. They might even drag out my ancestors and give them another scolding."

Jiang Ruan muttered to herself.

That does seem to be the case.

But she couldn't just sleep with Bo Ye for nothing, could she?
This was the reward she earned after nearly losing her life and working herself to the bone.

Jiang Ruan is a clear-headed person; she has no interest in all that lovey-dovey stuff.

She wants to be a powerful, career-driven woman!
Pursuing a career is the true ideal in life.

As soon as the words reached his ears, Bo Ye could even picture her pouting, aggrieved, and complaining face.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a smile flickered in his eyes: "I understand."

"Three minutes have passed. Will you sign the contract or not?"

"If you don't sign, I'll have Chen Nan take it back."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Jiang Ruan's firm voice rang out: "Sign!"

She said, "Only a fool wouldn't sign!"

Bo Ye: "..."

The sound of a pen writing could be heard.

It's obvious she signed it. Three copies were made.

Soon, Jiang Ruan's excited voice rang in her ears again. She coughed lightly and said, suppressing her joy, "I've signed it. The contract is already in effect. It's too late for you to regret it now."

Bo Ye replied, "Mm."

Jiang Ruan held the phone, listening to his voice. She put away her playful smile and said, "Dear Mr. Bo, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation?"

Her voice was soft and sweet.

Speaking casually sounds like she's deliberately using a high-pitched, coquettish voice to flirt with someone.

Bo Ye was already used to her double-tongued voice.

But he had to admit that what he liked most was her pitiful appearance at night, crying and begging for mercy.

His thoughts drifted further and further away, and Bo Ye suddenly came back to his senses. His thin lips twitched slightly. Ever since he got together with her, the desires in his mind had never stopped.

"Pleasant to work with."

He replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the maid called Jiang Ruan to dinner. Jiang Ruan greeted her and then hung up the phone.

A beeping sound came from my ear.

Bo Ye stared blankly at the screen for a while, then suddenly realized what was happening and looked at the time above.

Fourteen minutes have passed!
Bo Ye's lips twitched. How did time fly by so fast?

He put his phone in his pocket and turned to walk into the conference room.

The conference room, where the conversation was going on, fell into an eerie silence the moment the man stepped out of the station. You could hear a pin drop.

Chen Nan pulled out a chair, and Bo Ye sat down, his dark eyes sweeping over everyone in the office, exuding an imposing aura.

The executive being stared at instantly forgot to breathe, lowered his head, and felt as if he were being scraped by a knife.

A moment later, a deep, cold voice rang out.

"Development Department".

Product Department.

Planning Department.

"Publicity Department."

The executives of the departments whose names were mentioned turned pale instantly.

But they still answered in unison, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, the entire office was silent for a few minutes.

These few minutes were nothing to Bo Ye, but for the executives, it was like being roasted on a fire, a living hell.

The office temperature was below zero, but the air conditioning was on full blast.

The development manager wiped the sweat from his brow with his hand.

Bo Ye tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, glanced coldly at the others, and said nothing.

It only made a crisp tapping sound on the table.

But Chen Nan could clearly feel that compared to his dark expression when he went out earlier, he was now much better.

Because Bo Ye has a habit that he may not even be aware of.

But Chen Nan noticed it.

It's the frequency with which he taps his fingertips.

Extremely slow speed indicates that he is angry or thinking about something.

The upbeat rhythm indicates that he's in a good mood, quite well.

Chen Nan observed very carefully.

I don't know who called President Bo just now.

Chen Nan guessed that it might be Miss Jiang.

Yesterday, when President Bo suddenly asked him to print out documents for cooperation with Jiang Ruan, making Jiang Ruan Bo's spokesperson, Chen Nan was completely dumbfounded.

You know, that's a global brand ambassador.

Moreover, this is the first time in the Bo Group's many years of history.

Bo Xilai never needs spokespeople.

But now they've made an exception for Jiang Ruan!
This clearly shows just how important she was to Bo Xilai!
Chen Nan felt that he must seize any opportunity to cling to Jiang Ruan, in case he could eventually become Mrs. Bo.

If Bo Ye wants to, it's not impossible.

As for Mrs. Bo...

Bo Xilai has never been someone who can be easily manipulated.

Even his own mother.