lucky son

Noticing the strange eyes of the secretary and the driver, Jiang Shulang coughed lightly, tugged at the tie that was stretching his neck, and tried hard to restore his usual gentleness and self-confidence—only the eyes that glanced at Meng Hui from time to time were a little bit A subtlety that cannot be understood by outsiders.

The driver held his sweet big melon, turned around and sat back in the driver's seat, while the secretary tried hard to remind himself of the tasks on his shoulders, and finally endured the coveting of the big melon in the driver's hand for the time being.

Stepping on high heels, Miss Secretary respectfully led the two teenagers up to the top floor. Jiang's father had been waiting there a long time ago, with a stack of selected documents beside him.

He briefly told the two about his "teaching plan", and encouraged them a few words. Jiang's father expressed a gentle expression: "Shu Lang asked a teacher to teach him before, and I heard that you have read a lot of books, Xuebin. I think you are very good at business. I already have a certain level of understanding and foundation, what is lacking is practical experience.” He said, and he handed over the documents at hand, “Your task today is to take a good look at these documents. This is a relatively unique case, among which The three schemes have their own advantages and disadvantages, and they are very representative. When I am about to leave work, I will listen to your understanding and thoughts on this case, and judge the direction and goal of your next study." Raising his hand, he signaled I glanced at the secretary who was standing on the side, "If you need to find some information and data further, you can ask Cheng Yaqian, she will assist you."

Facing the eyes of the two teenagers, the secretary showed a perfect smile with eight teeth.

Holding the documents, Meng Hui and Jiang Shulang were taken to a small conference room with excellent lighting, and both sat down at the conference table.

Although he has been taught by a famous teacher and has an exceptionally bright mind, Jiang Shulang is still only a 16-year-old child. When he encounters such a complicated case, he can't help but feel a little bit blind for a while.

"...Can you understand it?" He leaned closer to Meng Hui, his eyes filled with anticipation—for some reason, he always felt that his little friend was very reliable and would definitely understand.

Meng Hui, a former business tycoon, flipped through it casually, and already had a rough idea in his mind, but when he saw his eyes staring at his mission target, he couldn't help but twitched his mouth: "I don't understand, you can think for yourself. "

——If everything depends on him, how can the child of luck grow up?

Jiang Shulang, who always felt that he was being perfunctory by his friends: "…………………"

Soon, the meeting room fell silent, leaving only the sound of paper flipping and pen tip rubbing.Cheng Yaqian brought a cup of coffee to each of the two teenagers, then sat quietly opposite them, turned on the laptop, and silently handled the work at hand.

The meeting room was filled with the strong aroma of coffee, and time passed silently. Cheng Yaqian finished sorting out a meeting minutes, moved her sore and stiff shoulders, subconsciously glanced at the teenagers in front of her, and couldn't look away for a while.

The well-behaved young man with delicate and beautiful facial features buried his head in the pile of paper seriously, holding a signature pen with his slender fingers, and had already written several pages of records neatly; beside him, the more handsome and temperamental young man seemed a little absent-minded, and his notes were more serious. Flying like a dragon and flying like a phoenix, he is drawing a concept map at this time, and at the same time, he is looking at the people around him as if wandering.

The warm sunlight shines on the two of them through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, coating the whole picture with warm and soft colors, as if it is a warm and leisurely childhood sweetheart carefully designed by a famous director.

Involuntarily, Cheng Yaqian took out her mobile phone, took a photo under the cover of the laptop screen, and then, full of girlish throbbing and the urge to show off, sent this photo to the private group she joined.

There are less than fifty members in this small group, and they are all serving Jiang's father, Jiang's mother, and Jiang Shulang. For the emperor, queen and prince, these people are their closest and most trusted bodyguards, eunuchs (?) and court ladies.

My little young master is amazing: [Photo.jpg][Nosebleed and fainted.jpg]

Overtime maniac: I almost thought the young master was going to make a movie!The composition of this picture can be directly used as a movie poster!Sister Cheng's photography skills have improved! [thumb]

My young master has a good face: I'm overwhelmed and overwhelmed, I just took a random shot, mainly because the model is too good.

Begging for dog food: The young master and his little friend really match each other!The young master's eyes are full of drama!Just based on this picture, I think I can start teaching!

Pumpkin cart: Hahahaha stand up to your head!The Jiang family is just such a single seedling. If the boss knows that you match his precious son with a boy, be careful, he will blow your dog's head off!

Begging for dog food: [shivering.jpg]

Speeding on the road: …………………………

My young master is a godly face: @走迷在路向品！

Speeding on the road: shivering and hugging the melon tightly, not daring to give it.

My young master has a beautiful face: …………………………

Seeing that more and more people in the small group were blown out by this photo, Cheng Yaqian silently closed the group, hesitated for a moment, and still couldn't help but privately knocked on the driver.

My young master is very handsome: begging for melons again!

Speeding on the road: …………………………

My young master is very handsome: what happened in the car?The young master was unhappy when he got out of the car. Could it be that he failed in his confession? !

Speeding on the road: No, he didn't even dare to confess.

My young master has a beautiful face: …………………………

Putting away the phone with a complicated expression, Cheng Yaqian looked at the "peeking" friend who was leaning on Meng Hui's shoulders, and answered the answer, and the young master who smiled at him from time to time, spontaneously felt a sense of hatred. a feeling of.

Of course, Meng Hui, who was "exchanging" his thoughts on the case with Jiang Shulang, occasionally giving advice without a trace, didn't know what kind of brainstorming was going on with the serious-looking secretary sitting opposite him at this moment. .However, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't have any unnecessary emotional changes about it.

You know, because of my dedication to assisting and dedicating to the Son of Destiny, the same rumors linger around him in almost every world, and Meng Hui already "doesn't itch when there are too many lice, and doesn't worry when there are too many debts".

As for how to teach the children of luck, Meng Hui can say that he has a lot of experience. He knows how intelligent the children of luck are.He doesn't need to force knowledge into the other's head. Compared with simple indoctrination, the children of luck are more suitable to be guided to think. Maybe in a flash of inspiration, the inspiration they get will be better than the standard in the book. The answer should be ingenious and clever.

The son of luck is more suitable for the role of an innovator and leader, rather than a conservative and follower.

Cheng Yaqian was propping her chin up and simply admiring the beauty, but when the two teenagers discussed in low voices, they basically went in one ear and out the other.But as she listened, she couldn't help but frowned slightly, and the casual expression on her face gradually became serious and surprised.

After a moment of hesitation, she took out the recording pen that she was used to carrying with her, and pressed the recording button. As an excellent secretary who always followed the leader and carefully observed the leader's preferences, Cheng Yaqian felt that compared to the two teenagers who finally exchanged The perfect answer sheet on the Internet, he probably wants to know the process of the birth of this answer sheet.

Obviously, Cheng Yaqian, as Father Jiang's trusted secretary, "knows the Sacred Heart well".When the two teenagers finished their discussion and began to sort out the content of their discussion, Cheng Yaqian quietly left the meeting room and walked into Father Jiang's office.

After listening to the content recorded in the recorder, Jiang's father's face was full of surprise and pride, and finally it was fixed as the relief of successors.

Cheng Yaqian was flexible and took the opportunity to flatter her horse: "The young master is really a business genius. He is obviously just dabbling in the field, but he has a unique and keen vision, and the future is limitless."

Jiang's father was very comfortable in the photo, and nodded with a smile: "Indeed, although I knew that he was smart since he was a child, I never thought that he could be so good. Maybe in a few years, I will be able to unload my clothes." Let go of this burden, and grow flowers and walk birds with the old man!"

"The young master is still too young, and you are definitely needed in the company, Mr. Jiang." Cheng Yaqian smiled, "However, with the help of the young master, you can relax a lot."

"Yeah." Jiang's father's smile deepened, and after a moment of silence, he breathed out again, "This Qu Xuebin is also a secretive one."

Cheng Yaqian was stunned for a moment.She only noticed Jiang Shulang who was shining brightly before, but she didn't really pay much attention to Meng Hui - after all, one was the "real prince" and the other was just studying with the prince.

Seeing Cheng Yaqian's surprise, Jiang's father was in a good mood, and was willing to explain to his secretary: "It's like talking about cross talk, one laughs and the other is funny. The audience thinks that funny is more conspicuous, with more lines and more laughs, but they don't know It’s the most critical link. Without the background and foreshadowing of the fan, there will be no brilliance of the fan, and traditionally, those who act as the fan are mostly the seniors and teachers of the fan.” Looking down at the recording Father Jiang laughed, "If you listen carefully, you will find that this recording is similar to cross talk. My youngest son's 'wonderful ideas' all depend on the ingenious guidance of that kid from the Qu family." .”

Cheng Yaqian recalled it for a while, and finally got a taste of it—she was able to become the secretary of a big boss like Jiang's father at a young age, and her mind was also unusually sharp.

"This Qu Xuebin is really worth cultivating. I thought he was just passing by, and he can just teach casually, but now it seems..." Father Jiang chuckled, "If I don't teach well, maybe I will still be in the younger generation It's embarrassing in front of you."

"But his surname is Qu after all." Cheng Yaqian hinted carefully.

"I heard from Shulang that this kid is very hearty. On the surface, he seems to be quiet and submissive, but in fact he has a lot of ideas. He knows how to endure hardships." Jiang's father shook his head, "He is not interested in the Qu family. If I can feel more at ease if I can pull him over and cultivate him into Shulang's right-hand man."

Cheng Yaqian's eyes lit up when she heard the phrase "right arm and right arm", and suddenly remembered her soul-stirring brainstorming before, and suddenly felt that she could add the [-]-word follow-up of "boss and subordinate".

— Tsk, it's so sweet.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel ringo for throwing the landmine, and Ashley dear for throwing the two grenades=333=