Depressed wife runs with the ball

It's amazing! A group president is just like his mother, obsessed with love. "I don't think this girl has any feelings for you in that way." Pei Zeheng got angry when he saw his useless look.

Yes, she hadn't thought about that. "There's a long way to go." Zhou Xingzhi put away the gloom in his eyes and returned to the document. Those few pieces of data must have been carefully selected. The innocuous errors were details that even Jiang Tao hadn't noticed.

Chu Yue received Su Ying's message before noon.

[Yuer, you're really getting more and more awesome. A big boss wants to order a calligraphy piece from you, paying 26 yuan in advance.]

A down payment of 26? Capitalists are different. Once they paid, it was almost as much as the down payment for her house.

[Did he apologize to you? You said no, no, no.]

[Apologize? Why apologize? It would be bad if I didn't sell it, right? I've already taken the money.]

[You ask him to apologize to you. If he doesn't, you won't sell it to him. After he apologizes, you blur his account and take a screenshot and post it online for a few days to give him a hard time.]

Do you know this guy? Want to play him? He wants a long poem, so it might take a long time to prepare. Do you have time? I heard from Ji Yan that you've been very busy lately. Ji Yan has been in a bad mood lately, often going to bars to get drunk.

[Well, it's probably his father's business. It'll take some time. Just keep an eye on him and make sure nothing happens to him. I'll look for him when I have time.]

At noon, the auntie delivered lunch again. When Chu Yue knocked on the door to deliver lunch, Pei Zeheng was still in the office. Seeing the auntie coming to deliver lunch, he felt lucky to have a good meal today. He stood up and prepared to take it.

"I won't keep you here at noon." Zhou Xingzhi looked up from a pile of documents and said to him indifferently.

Huh? He just had some tea and is hungry now. It's not like he's going to get rid of me so quickly, is it?

"It's a rare opportunity for Auntie Tian to bring me food, so at least let me have a bite before I leave." Before Pei Zeheng could reach the door to take the lunch box, Zhou Xingzhi got there first and pushed him towards the door. Pei Zeheng stumbled and rolled outside. Zhou Xingzhi pulled Chu Yue over and asked her to hide behind him. He waved to the people at the door and said, "Goodbye, I won't see you off."

Auntie was laughing there.

"Hmph, so stingy!" Pei Zeheng stood up, straightened his clothes, and muttered as he went to find Jiang Tao for dinner.

Judging from the situation, having dinner with him will become part of my job in the future. Those wrong data from yesterday still didn't help much.

As the two of them were eating, Zhou Xingzhi asked, "Did you do that on purpose?"

"What?" Chu Yue didn't know whether he was talking about Su Ying or the meeting minutes written yesterday.

"The data in the meeting minutes were picked very professionally. It seems that the data of those projects in the investment department have been studied thoroughly. He has a good understanding." To be honest, this ability is better than many people in the investment department.

She knew that she should pick out the key data, such as the decimal point or the budget unit and change it, preferably to cause some economic losses, but the amount should not be too large, otherwise she could not afford to pay.

"Actually, I don't understand anything about projects and data. I might not be so lucky next time." Who knows how long she spent studying the data yesterday, even combining it with the corresponding project information in the OA. She drew a mind map in her notebook before analyzing it.

"You will understand it later. If you really don't understand, I will teach you." Zhou Xingzhi knew what she wanted to do.

Oh, forget it. This was so ambiguous, Chu Yue looked disgusted. At worst, I wouldn't pick on the data.

"I should apologize to Su Ying," he continued.

Is it really that fast? Is it really that efficient? Just tell me what you think. I thought to myself, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.

There were several boring meetings in the afternoon. Although Secretary Jiang said that many things were handed over to her, it seemed that she had not handed them over completely. She often went in and out of the president's office with documents.

Chu Yue guessed that the pile of information should be from the Youth Art Festival.

[Yuer, he wants to get the work by the 26th of next month.]

Su Ying sent a WeChat message.

[How did your mother's surgery go? I'll go see her in the hospital another day.]

Chu Yue doesn't have the time, she has to work overtime every day, and Zhou Paopi even threatens to keep her on call 24 hours a day.

[You're recovering well. Yue'er, do you know about the Youth Art Festival? Would you like your work to appear there?]

She had been looking forward to having her work appear at this event, but now she is an employee of Starlight, and it might be okay if her work didn't get any response at the art festival.

If she had a certain influence, there would be people who would try to find out that she was from Star Shine, and there would definitely be rumors of backdoors or that the organizers had let her down. What's more, this event also had her own mentor participating.

[don't want. ]

I can only refuse cruelly. Ahhhh, all this is thanks to the capitalist Zhou Xingzhi!

The 26th of next month seems to be the closing day of the Youth Art Festival.

In the evening, Zhou Xingzhi also had a multinational meeting. According to Jiang Tao, as the third quarter was coming to an end, the president needed to visit each branch to listen to the quarterly summary and listen to the work arrangements for the new quarter made by each management team.

Does a multinational conference mean that he can be arranged to go on a business trip abroad? According to the work email sent by the foreign company, he can definitely arrange this trip for him. When he got off work, Aunt Tian came to deliver the lunch again. Secretary Jiang was still in his office. Chu Yue took the lunch box and said to her, "I'll take it in later. You can go back first."

"Here is another bag of clothes. Mr. Zhou also said to give it to you." The aunt took out another bag.

Ahhh! Is this guy really planning to live in her house permanently? Is the sofa as comfortable as his bed? Besides, the sofa isn't even as tall as him. He even gets up early every day to make breakfast and sleeps so little. Isn't he afraid of a nervous breakdown?

On the way home from get off work, Chu Yue was too tired to talk. He leaned his head against the car window weakly and uttered a few words: "On the 26th of next month, I won't be able to write calligraphy works."

"I have apologized, and you even asked Su Ying to post the apology online." Zhou Xingzhi actually just wanted her to show weakness in front of him.

"So what?" No one knew that it was his apology. It was just posted online for a few days. It wouldn't cause any trouble and wouldn't cause any damage to his reputation.

“I paid for it, so I should get what I deserve.”

The weather is getting colder, and the streets at night are becoming increasingly deserted. Winter is almost here. Money is truly a powerful thing; with money you can get everything, including heating in winter.

"If I rush to help you make your work because I need money, regardless of whether it's good or bad, then what's the difference between me and a businessman like you?"

Chu Yue felt that a businessman who didn't understand calligraphy spending money on calligraphy was something nouveau riche would do to show off their taste, something Shen Yaolin would also do. Zhou Xingzhi was just like them now; even a Harvard graduate couldn't avoid falling into this cliché. Would Chu Jinyue be like this in the future?

Zhou Xingzhi turned the car to the side of the road, braked hard, and stopped. His face was very unhappy. What kind of businessman is he? "Why are you always prejudiced against me?"

Prejudice? Isn't that the truth? Where is this? This guy is angry, isn't he going to put himself in the middle of the road?

"I'm telling you the truth! How am I supposed to write if I'm on call 24 hours a day? Forget calligraphy. I even have to eat with you, except when I go to the toilet. How can I have the time?" It's annoying enough to serve him all day and deal with those nitpicky documents. Now I have to be under his surveillance even when I get home.

He would also confuse people and say he didn't have time. He might not know as much about calligraphy as she did, but that didn't mean he had no aesthetic taste and couldn't hear the hidden meaning in her words.

"What do you mean by a businessman like me?" He closed his eyes, his tone helpless and tired.

"Businessmen like you are people who use the tangible or intangible resources around them as tools to make profits." She remembered that this was roughly the definition of a businessman in college, and this was also how she understood it.

"What about Ji Yan? He's not one? Are you not one?"

This boss was really flattering them both. What kind of businessman was Ji Yan? At best, he was a small, fawning boss, and she was at best a skilled worker. She didn't want to argue, and she didn't want to argue with him. She unbuckled her seatbelt and tried to get out and take a taxi home.