Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

Qingyue was wandering at the entrance of the company.

When she saw a middle-aged woman wearing glasses coming out, she rushed over immediately.

"Manager Song, can you give me another chance?"

Manager Song showed a helpless expression: "You disappeared on your first day of work. According to company regulations, it is considered as giving up. This is not something I can decide with just one sentence."

"I'm sorry, I know I broke my promise, but I really had to do it."

Qingyue was so anxious that she wanted to stamp her feet on the spot. "Manager Song, this job is really important to me. Please give me another chance. I will work hard and do anything as long as I can stay."

Manager Song smiled helplessly.

She liked this girl at first sight. She was very simple, but a little self-conscious and reserved.

"Then I'll discuss it with the boss and make it clear that if he still refuses, you'll have no choice but to invest in another company."

Seeing Qingyue was so insistent, Manager Song had no choice but to agree.

"Thank you!"

Qingyue bent down repeatedly.

Manager Song went directly to the president's office. Qingyue waited anxiously for more than ten minutes. When she saw Manager Song coming out, she hurried to greet him.

"One good news and one bad news."

Manager Song said calmly, "The good news is that the boss agreed to give you a chance."

Qingyue covered her mouth and was about to laugh, but Manager Song handed her a document and said, "The bad news is that you have to complete an impossible task."

Qingyue took the document and saw the words written on it: Letter of Intent for Cooperation on Wanjiang Project.

"You need to deliver this document to the CEO of Jiahe Real Estate and convince him to cooperate with us."

Manager Song's serious expression told Qingyue that this was not a good job.

“Is this difficult?”

The clarity in Qingyue's eyes made Manager Song despair.

She frowned and said, "The three most capable employees in our company's sales department have made countless trips in two months, their soles are worn out, and they haven't even seen the CEO."

"so tough?"

Qingyue stared in surprise.

Manager Song said, "It's not too late for you to back off now. Frankly speaking, the chances of success are almost zero."

"No, I'm going to try."

Qingyue knew that she had no advantages, and she had to stay after finally finding a job that matched her major.

After saying goodbye to Manager Song, she came to Jiahe Real Estate with her letter of intent.

It was a hot summer day, and Qingyue walked into the office building sweating profusely.

"Hello, I'm from Yongtai Engineering. Can I talk to your boss?"

She asked the front desk very cautiously.

The front desk clerk was perfunctory: "The boss is busy."

"Then when is he free? Just ten minutes, no, five minutes will be enough. I'll be waiting here anytime."

Qingyue said cautiously.

The receptionist rolled her eyes and said, "To tell you the truth, there are at least dozens of people who come to see our boss every day. Don't waste everyone's time."

"Why don't you find out first."

Qingyue wanted to say something else, but the receptionist waved her hand impatiently, "I still have to receive other people, please don't interfere with my work."

Qingyue stepped aside helplessly.

After waiting in the lobby for more than an hour, the receptionist came over. Qingyue thought there was hope, but she didn't expect that the other party was there to chase her away.

"Don't stay here, wait outside."

Qingyue had no choice but to pack her bag and leave.

Leaving the air-conditioned room, a heat wave hit outside, and Qingyue found a corner that could barely be considered cool.

The wait is three hours.

She was sweating all over, feeling dizzy and a little weak.

A white car stopped on the side of the road, and Wen Ze and his assistant got out.

He immediately saw the person squatting in the corner.

"Qingyue?"

Qingyue raised her eyes in a daze, and when she saw that the person in front of her was Wen Ze, she stood up immediately.

As soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy, luckily Wen Ze held her steadily.

"Why is your face so red? Are you suffering from heat stroke?"

"I... I don't know. My head hurts."

Qingyue frowned and pressed her palms on her temples.

"Boss Wen, quickly send her to a cooler place."

The assistant reminded.

Wen Ze helped her into Jiahe Real Estate. When the front desk saw Qingyue, he shouted, "Why are you in again? Didn't you say...ah, it's President Wen."

The receptionist's expression changed immediately when he saw that the person supporting Qingyue was Wen Ze.

Wen Ze nodded: "She has heatstroke, please bring some water."

The front desk immediately went to pour water.

After drinking some water and turning on the air conditioner for a while, Qingyue felt much more comfortable.

"Are you here to do something? Go ahead, I'm fine."

Qingyue urged Wenze.

The assistant looked at his phone and said, "Boss Wen, Boss Huang is asking for help."

Wen Ze said to Qing Yue, "Wait here for a while. I'll come find you when I'm done."

"Ah."

Qingyue nodded.

Wen Ze and his assistant went upstairs and left.

Qingyue sat on the chair to rest. The receptionist looked at her several times, but this time she didn't chase her away.

Almost an hour later, Wen Ze finally came down, with a middle-aged man with a round face beside him.

"I hope we can cooperate happily."

The middle-aged man looked at Wen Ze with admiration and shook hands with him to say goodbye.

Qingyue guessed that this person was the boss of Jiahe.

She took out the letter of intent for cooperation, seized the opportunity to walk over, and mustered up the courage to ask, "Excuse me, are you the boss of Jiahe?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and looked at Qingyue: "It's me, who are you?"

Qingyue quickly handed over a letter of intent: "I am an employee of Yongtai Engineering. Regarding the greening project of the Wanjiang project, we would like to..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Huang waved his hands and said with a smile, "Little girl, I have a meeting next. I don't have time to listen to you today. Why don't you come next time?"

Qingyue had to stop awkwardly.

But she knew that this was just Mr. Huang's euphemism to get rid of her, and she would not see him next time she came.

"Mr. Huang, she is my friend. Can you give me some face and let her finish her words?"

On the side, looking at Qingyue's embarrassed expression, Wen Ze spoke.

"Oh? So you're Mr. Wen's friend."

Mr. Huang laughed dryly and said to Qingyue: "Then go on."

Qingyue looked at Wenze gratefully, told him about her desire to cooperate, and handed over a letter of intent for cooperation.

Mr. Huang asked his secretary to take the letter of intent and said with a smile, "I will take a good look at this letter of intent when I get back. However, there are many companies looking for us to cooperate with. As for whether we can choose you, it still depends on your strength."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Huang."

Qingyue smiled and nodded.

Wen Ze also expressed his gratitude to Mr. Huang and left with Qingyue.

"Are you feeling better?"

Wen Ze observed Qingyue's expression.

Qingyue felt a little embarrassed when he looked at her: "Much better, thank you for today."

Wen Ze smiled, lowered his head and said: "Compared to what you have done for me, what I have done is nothing."

Qingyue didn't expect him to say this suddenly, and she suddenly felt sad.

"You... don't have to say that."

"Qingyue, I..."

Wen Ze was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and listened to what was said on the phone. His face changed slightly.

"Grandpa is in the hospital? I'll be there right now."

Qingyue recalled Wen Ze’s grandfather, an old man with a bad temper but very kind to children. When the whole family was a child, he took care of them.

She asked, "Can I go with you to see Grandpa Wen?"

Wen Ze nodded: "Yeah."

Golden Harvest Real Estate.

The secretary looked at the letter of intent in his hand and asked, "Mr. Huang, do you really want to consider cooperating with Yongtai?"

"Don't even think about it. I just wanted to give face to Wen Ze. Just throw it away."

There was no longer any polite and hypocritical smile on Mr. Huang's face, but instead it was filled with indifference.

The secretary hesitated: "Will that make Premier Wen feel uncomfortable?"

Mr. Huang snorted, "Although the Wen family has survived the low period, its vitality has been greatly damaged. I give face to Wen Ze, but it does not mean that I am afraid of him. Giving him a little face is already polite enough."

The secretary nodded: "Mr. Huang is right."

After saying that, he threw the letter of intent directly into the trash can.