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In the end, Meng Zhiyang took the lunch box to the company by himself. If he insisted on Lian Wuyi making another trip at noon, it seemed a bit too deliberate to embarrass others.

Thinking of Lian Wuyi's happy expression because he agreed to take away the bento, he also felt happy.

Because of his good mood, as soon as Meng Zhiyang entered the company in today's state, everyone felt that he was not so indifferent.

When Wu Qian saw Meng Zhiyang, she also followed him into his office, and asked with concern:

"Mr. Meng, how are you feeling now, do you need me to do something for you?"

In fact, Wu Qian sent several messages to Meng Zhiyang last night, wanting to confirm if he was okay, but Meng Zhiyang only replied with two words: It's okay.

Meng Zhiyang went to the desk and put the bag containing the bento on the relatively empty side cabinet, and then said:
"It's okay, you go to work."

His answer was still short and clear, without any meaning to say.

Wu Qian wanted to ask a few more questions, but when Wang Jun came in, he saw that Meng Zhiyang was alive and well, and complained dissatisfiedly:

"I thought you were too sick to come to the company, and didn't answer your calls. I was thinking of going to your house to find you just now."

Seeing that Meng Zhiyang was fine, Wang Jun felt relieved, but there were still complaints.

After Meng Zhiyang left the company yesterday, on the one hand he was afraid of affecting his rest, so Wang Jun didn't call to ask him about his situation, but just sent a message, but Meng Zhiyang only called back at night to reassure him that he was fine.

In the morning, Wang Jun was worried, and he called Meng Zhiyang several times in a row, but he didn't answer the phone.So Wang Jun thought that Meng Zhiyang's stomachache was not healed, so he was worried, and Meng Zhiyang came to work in the company.

Meng Zhiyang took out his mobile phone to look at it, and said: "The mobile phone is on silent, I didn't notice that there was a call."

Speaking of the phone call, Meng Zhiyang remembered what he had communicated with the French client in the morning. He didn't wait for Wang Jun to say anything, and skipped what he was talking about. He looked at Wu Qian and said:
"Assistant Wu, the president of the French "North" company will come to us in person next week to discuss cooperation matters. You go and prepare all the materials that need to be prepared for me in advance."

When it came to work, Wu Qian didn't dare to neglect, otherwise she had no chance to show it to Meng Zhiyang.But for work matters, as long as Meng Zhiyang tells her, she hopes that she can do it perfectly, so that Meng Zhiyang can absolutely trust her as an assistant.

After Wu Qian went out, Meng Zhiyang said to Wang Jun again:

"North's new president, James, proposed to come and interview us in person. What do you think he means?"

"There are three fires for a new official to take office. The successful cooperation between us and North is because you and I flew to France and took a lot of effort to win it. But the old president of North is willing to cooperate with us, it doesn't mean that His son is also willing to cooperate with us."

Speaking of the client North, Wang Jun said that it was no exaggeration for him and Meng Zhiyang to win it after a lot of effort.

Their company was only officially profitable three years ago. In other words, it has just stabilized, and the scale is really not big.

However, the accessories needed for the electronic products they developed are only one foreign-funded company in the country that has the technology for such accessories, and that foreign-funded company is the French North Group.

So they had no choice but to try to contact the person in charge of North Group's branch in City A to negotiate.However, when the person in charge of North Group's branch in City A knew that their company was only a small company, they didn't give them any chance to cooperate.

Therefore, after discussing with Wang Jun, Meng Zhiyang and Wang Jun made an impeccable cooperation plan and flew directly to the headquarters of the North Group in France to meet with the top leader of the North Group~Edward North for an interview.

Of course, the process of meeting Edward North wasn't just an instant meeting. They stayed in France for a full month before Edward North was willing to meet them.

That is, on that side, two boys in their early twenties made Edward North personally sign the contract they brought with them.

It has to be said that Meng Zhiyang and Wang Jun's company started more and more steadily, and Edward North's recognition helped a lot.

Although the North Group has benefited a lot from them in recent years, Meng Zhiyang and Wang Jun are always grateful for Edward North's trust, otherwise they may miss the best period of development.

Their cooperation with North Group has been very stable and healthy.However, Edward North retired three months ago, and the group was handed over to his only son, James North. Although it is not yet clear how James will change his cooperation with them, it also makes people feel that it will not It went smoothly as before.

Meng Zhiyang also agreed with Wang Jun's casual guess, he thought for a while and said:

"Wang Jun, although we are not familiar with James, he was the president of a branch of another British group before he came home to inherit the family business. You should have heard of his methods. He is not a good person. I'm afraid we still have to deal with him."

Wang Jun nodded, of course he also knew James' style.It is said that most of the people who cooperate with him will be squeezed by him to retreat again and again. In the end, the party represented by James will always benefit more.

Regarding James' killing methods, Wang Jun was not too worried. He sat down and said to Meng Zhiyang face to face:

"We don't know what his plan is now. We can only do what we should prepare first. We have nothing to say when he is willing to trade fairly. If he wants to use his squeezing methods on us , then we are not soft persimmons, we can let him squeeze it casually."

Meng Zhiyang is not as simple as Wang Jun thought, although their company's current strength is no longer that small company that needs to ask for cooperation everywhere.However, the North Group accounts for 30.00% of their total profits. If the negotiation with James is not pleasant and the continued cooperation is not smooth, or they no longer cooperate, then their profit loss for one year will not be small.

But what Wang Jun said is not wrong. They don't know James' specific plan yet, and all assumptions can't explain anything. They can only adapt to the situation after meeting James.

Seeing that Meng Zhiyang was contemplating, Wang Jun seemed a little worried. He knocked on the table and said with a smile:

"Hey, I'm back to my senses. There's nothing to worry about. No matter how difficult James is, isn't it possible that the two of us together can't deal with him?"

"Oh, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to deal with him. I don't care about other clients, but I don't want to make the relationship too ugly with North Group as the only partner. After all, Edward's trust has played a key role in our ability to get to this day. effect."

"That's true, that old man Edward is quite a real person, and he also pays attention to fairness in business, and deserves respect. It's just that he was the emperor and the courtier, and he is not in power now. Our cooperation with him will actually be terminated when he retires. , whether we can continue to cooperate well in the future depends on his son's attitude."

Regarding Wang Jun's words, Meng Zhiyang was noncommittal. It is true that he is the emperor and the courtiers. The current managers of North Group have changed. If there are different cooperation methods, as long as they are fair, they can still continue to be mutually beneficial. To be fair, everyone can only protect their own interests according to their own abilities.

After discussing other work details with Wang Jun, Wang Jun also went back to his office.

And Meng Zhiyang also immersed himself in his work, until Wu Qian came in with a thermos and reminded him:

"Mr. Meng, it's time for dinner. It's time for you to eat."

Both public and private, Wu Qian wanted to care about Meng Zhiyang's body. As his assistant, Wu Qian also understood Meng Zhiyang's work style to some extent.He never delays work, except that he always seems to eat only to live, and he never asks for anything to eat, almost always eats what she decides.

This time Meng Zhiyang had a stomachache, Wu Qian decided to take the opportunity to change the original too rigid way of approaching, she thought to draw their relationship closer by preparing homemade lunch for Meng Zhiyang.

Wu Qian put the thermos pot in front of Meng Zhiyang's desk, because Meng Zhiyang was still dealing with work and did not answer Wu Qian's asking him to eat, she reminded again:
"President Meng, it's time to eat."

After Meng Zhiyang reviewed the last document, he put away his pen, closed the folder, and then raised his hand to look at his watch. It was already 12:30, and it was time to eat.

Remembering that Lian Wuyi reminded him to eat on time before going out, he smiled faintly.

Wu Qian noticed his different expression carefully, but didn't ask any more questions. She knew that Meng Zhiyang's putting away the pen meant that work was suspended, so Wu Qian said again:

"Mr. Meng, I brought you hot porridge from home, because you have an upset stomach, so I think it's more suitable for you to drink porridge."

Meng Zhiyang looked at the thermos that Wu Qian put on the table, then looked at Wu Qian again, and said:

"Assistant Wu, you seem to have brought my bento from home yesterday, right?"

"Yes, but I didn't expect Mr. Meng's stomach to be uncomfortable."

"No need to prepare my bento from home in the future."

After Meng Zhiyang finished speaking, Wu Qian's expression changed in embarrassment, and she asked:

"Does Meng always feel that the bento I brought is not to your liking?"

"It has nothing to do with this. You are my assistant, not my nanny. You have no obligation to spend your private time doing other things for me."

Before Wu Qian could say anything, he pointed to the thermos Wu Qian brought and said:
"You can take it out, I'll take it with me."

Meng Zhiyang stood up and took a bag from the side cabinet to the sofa, not paying attention to Wu Qian's disappointed and surprised expression. 
I didn't expect that he would bring lunch to the company. He doesn't cook at all, and he doesn't know who prepared it for him?

Wu Qian also walked towards the sofa with the thermos she had brought, but saw that Meng Zhiyang had already taken out a thermos from the bag, which seemed to contain stomach medicine, and he picked up the stomach medicine to look at it, and the mouth swayed A smile is easy to see.

Wu Qian is a woman, a woman who secretly likes Meng Zhiyang, she can sensitively see that Meng Zhiyang's expression reminds him of someone, someone who can make him laugh unconsciously, and it can only be a woman.

Just when Wu Qian secretly wondered if there was a woman beside Meng Zhiyang, the door of the office was opened, and Wang Jun came in with a thermos and said:
"You haven't eaten yet, I forgot that Yu Ning asked the servant to cook a pot of porridge for you when I went out."

As soon as Wang Jun walked in front of Meng Zhiyang, he saw that there was already a thermos in front of Meng Zhiyang. He thought that Wu Qian had prepared it for Meng Zhiyang, but Wu Qian also had a thermos in her hand. This situation is a bit delicate.

"Uh, then I'll go out first, Mr. Wang, Mr. Meng, let's talk."

Wu Qian was a little embarrassed by Wang Jun's look, she turned around and went out after she finished speaking.

Meng Zhiyang poured porridge from the thermos and drank it. Wang Jun said in amazement as if he had discovered a new world:
"Where did you get this bento? It doesn't look like it was prepared by Wu Qian, and it's impossible for you to cook it yourself."

"Of course the bento is brought from home, otherwise what would it be called a bento?"

"Bring it from home? Don't you never open fire in your house?"

Wang Jun is probably one of the few people who has been to Meng Zhiyang's apartment. Meng Zhiyang's house is as stiff as if no one lives in it. It is big and cold, and there is no smell of fireworks.

Meng Zhiyang drank the comforting stomach-nourishing porridge, then looked at Wang Jun with a smile and said briefly:

"There is a snail girl at home, and there has been a lot of fire lately."

Thinking of Lian Wuyi, Meng Zhiyang thought of the adjective snail girl.

Wang Jun raised his eyebrows and smiled, feeling that Meng Zhiyang had become different. It seemed that the bento he brought was an interesting bento.