Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

Standing in the office, Cheng Zhiguo saw the conversation between the two.

I even saw the sticks tidying up Shazhu's clothes.

When Sticky looked up to this side, the eyes of the two met.

Cheng Zhiguo smiled.

"Interesting, this kid is really interesting."

He felt that the child had changed so much, it was as if he had changed into a different person.

He even wondered if the child's soul had been taken away by a time traveler like himself.

All of these will take time to prove.

But he saw the scene where Shazhu punched the wall after the stick left.

He immediately guessed that Shazhu must have been grasped by the stick.

Before he had time to think about it, the phone on his desk rang.

"Director Lou?"

Cheng Zhiguo was a little puzzled as to why Lou Zhenhua beat him.

If he swept away all the antiques in the Lou family ten years ago, it was an encounter with him to replace them with fake ones.

Then the night before Lou Xiao'e left Sijiu City to go to Xiangjiang, it was the second intersection he had with the Lou family.

When he came to the director's office, Lou Zhenhua looked him up and down.

Cheng Zhiguo was also looking at this man who would rather stay as a hostage than send his family to Xiangjiang.

Lou Zhenhua is much older than ten years ago.

His slightly hunched body made him curl up on the executive chair, as if he had sunk into it.

It's just the light in the old man's eyes that let Cheng Zhiguo know that he is not a simple capitalist.

"sit!"

Lou Zhenhua has no extra opening remarks.

Stretching out his hand to Cheng Zhiguo, he shrank into the executive chair again.

Cheng Zhiguo has never been afraid of these high-ranking people, so he unceremoniously sat on the mahogany chair opposite him, relaxing his whole body naturally.

"The antiques in my house are your hands and feet?"

Cheng Zhiguo didn't respond, just smiled.

Lou Zhenhua didn't intend that this man would admit it to his face.

"Do you have any good suggestions for the expansion of the rolling mill?"

At this time, Cheng Zhiguo was not as casual as before, it was a business matter.

He straightened his body and said:
"I don't have any suggestions, how the factory arranges what I do."

Lou Zhenhua was not surprised by his answer.

It's just that I didn't know when I was holding a gold pen in my hand, and I was playing with both hands.

The executive chair kept turning slightly left and right following his gestures.

"If you're not in your position, don't you want to seek your own government?"

Lou Zhenhua seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be explaining why Cheng Zhiguo had no suggestion.

The executive chair stopped.

He put down the gold pen in his hand.

He looked at Cheng Zhiguo seriously.

"I proposed to the board of directors that you should be promoted to factory director, but I was rejected."

Cheng Zhiguo still didn't respond in the slightest, sitting upright like a man who had been a soldier.

He looked at Lou Zhenhua without squinting, not knowing which part of the old man he was focusing on.

Lou Zhenhua said to himself again:
"The directors think that your qualifications are not enough for the position of factory director, and I can't persuade them."

At this time, Cheng Zhiguo didn't have any expression on his face, but responded bluntly:
"Thank you for the promotion of the director."

At this time, Lou Zhenhua sighed and said:

"Oh... I know that if you are not placed in the factory manager position, you will leave sooner or later."

"However, no one would believe me when I said it. They felt that no one would give up a permanent job, and they didn't believe that you would dare to jump out of this system and this circle."

When he finished speaking, it was as if all his strength had been taken out of him.

He buried himself even deeper in that executive chair that was comparable to a sofa.

At this time, Cheng Zhiguo, who was originally expressionless, raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

If the old man saw through his courage to jump out of this circle, then he also saw the situation the old man was facing now.

Both were two men imprisoned.

It's just that one is imprisoned by class, and the other is imprisoned by the times.

Lou Zhenhua raised his eyelids and saw the guest who was still sitting upright.

Can't help but waved his hand triumphantly.

"Go back and tell me when you come."

Cheng Zhiguo didn't procrastinate.

Immediately stood up, walked to the door without looking back, when the hand was on the handle.

The words of Lou Zhenhua over there came again.

"What happened to you and my daughter that night?"

There was a strong murderous intent in these words.

Cheng Zhiguo did not look back.

"Nothing happened."

"Nothing at all……"

Opening the door, Cheng Zhiguo left a sentence:
"Your daughter, I don't like it."

"Bang" sound.

I don't know if it was the sound of him closing the door, or the sound of Lou Zhenhua smashing the table angrily.

When Cheng Zhiguo left the director's office, he met Zhao Chuankai, the deputy director of the factory, who was about to apply to the board of directors for the expansion of the factory.

"Zhiguo, you are..."

Zhao Chuankai has never underestimated his subordinate.

If the horseshoe steel was sent to him anonymously by him, it is a manifestation of his technology.

Then he managed the workshop, which accounted for one-third of the employees in the factory, in an orderly manner, which is the embodiment of his dominance.

To be honest, if my seat is handed over to this man, Zhagang Factory will definitely be many times better than it is now.

"It's okay, I'm just here to flatter the director..."

Zhao Chuankai was a little dumbfounded.

This guy is more unreliable than anyone else when his mouth is full of trains.

How could it be possible to find that director who was a capitalist if he wanted to flatter him?There are no more benefits to pat yourself on the head of this boss.

Just when he was about to laugh and curse, he suddenly thought of a question.

Pulling Cheng Zhiguo aside, he whispered:
"Jia Xudong's son has entered the factory, you know, probably for you."

Cheng Zhiguo was a little surprised.

Why did the old man suddenly care about these things? One must know that he had repaid the favor back then when he pushed himself into the position of workshop director.

"I didn't know about this until I went to the personnel department. It was Lao Yi who helped me get in."

Zhao Chuankai told him seriously:

"Don't make any new plans recently. I suspect that his purpose of entering the factory is not pure. Your workshop is a key area of ​​our factory, and he must not be allowed to enter."

Now I understand that the old man is afraid that his son will be like Lao Tzu, and wants to enter the factory to cause damage.

"It's okay, we haven't seen any storms before."

Cheng Zhiguo waved his hands and left gracefully.

Zhao Chuankai shook his head at this time.

"Young man, you're still sloppy."

Cheng Zhiguo already knew the situation in the factory, and he knew that some people would get nervous when sticks entered the factory.

But he did not obstruct or interfere at all.

This made it impossible for others to understand what this man was trying to do.