Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

Holding the coffee, Zhuang Li walked to the door of the president's office, and knocked on the door with the case of the folder.

They were still cursing inside, but there was no response.

Zhuang Li knocked on the door again, and Feng Ming's extremely impatient voice sounded: "Come in!"

Zhuang Li looked sideways at Manager Zhou, and the sweaty Manager Zhou hurriedly opened the door for him.

A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of Feng Ming's desk to be reprimanded.The makeup on her face was already worn out, but it was not difficult to see her delicate appearance, and her attire was also carefully designed. The narrow hip skirt fully outlined her graceful body curves.

This is not work-friendly clothing.

Zhuang Li looked into the woman's eyes, and he found annoyance, frustration, and a trace of ambition that was hard to hide.

So, it wasn't that she forgot the kind reminders from several colleagues, but she wanted to attract the president's attention.It's a pity that Feng Ming's rules can't be broken by just anyone, and he doesn't have the heart to sympathize with others.

He was scolding the woman mercilessly at the moment, and when he heard the footsteps, he frowned with thick black eyebrows and looked over with an extremely unfriendly expression.

He has a very cold and tough appearance, and he doesn't look like a good-tempered person. When he is angry, he looks like a lion, which brings a heavy sense of oppression to others.

The cold sweat on Manager Zhou's forehead has turned into a stream.

However, Zhuang Li bowed forward and gently placed the dishes containing coffee, creamer, tongs, spoons, and sugar cubes on the table.

"President Feng, calm down." His voice was as warm as the spring breeze in March, his long and narrow eyes were slightly bent, and gentle comfort slowly flowed out of the dark pupils.

This is an extremely handsome man, and also a quiet, elegant, and composed man.

Seeing this pleasing face, and being stared at quietly by the other party's eyes as warm as the winter sun, Feng Ming, who was out of breath, slowly calmed down.

He stopped scolding and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm the new special assistant. I can translate this document for you within half an hour. Don't worry, just sit and wait for me for a while and have a cup of coffee. The video conference later will not be delayed." Zhuang Riley reached out and pushed the saucer holding the coffee cup forward.

He spoke at an unhurried pace, very indifferently, and there was a slight smile in his clear and warm voice, which had the magic power to calm some anxiety.

The anger in Feng Ming's eyes went out unconsciously, staring at his eyes hidden behind the glasses, he asked, "These chemicals are technical terms, do you understand them?"

French, like English, is a language that you learn more and more.Every time a new thing appears, they will invent a new word, so that the number of words has been increasing, and eventually it is almost impossible to communicate between disciplines, because many professional terms and proper nouns are not read by people who are not professional don't know.

Most of the raw materials in the cosmetics manufacturing industry are chemicals or plant extracts, etc. People who are not proficient in related majors see this information is equivalent to seeing a bible.Even people who have lived in France for decades would not dare to boast that they will be able to translate this document.

Feng Ming's worry was not without reason.

Zhuang Li pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him, his tone was still gentle and calm: "No problem, please wait a moment, I'll be fine soon, can I borrow the computer?"

He reached out his hand politely and pointed to the laptop on the table.

"Just use it." Feng Ming immediately moved the computer to his hand, and his tone calmed down unconsciously.

"Thank you." Zhuang Li nodded with a smile, looked at his still angry face, then picked up a small tong, put two sugar cubes into the coffee cup, stirred it lightly, and said unhurriedly : "Drinking something sweet can ease the mood."

Feng Ming didn't say anything, just stared at his hand stirring the coffee.

This hand is fair, slender, and impeccably beautiful. The smooth skin is as moist as jade, like a work of art.

Zhuang Li noticed his attention, but didn't mind, pushed the coffee cup forward again, and then began to quickly translate the document.

In just an instant, the entire office resounded with the clatter of fingertips tapping on the keyboard.

The rhythm of this sound is extremely fast, dense, and light, like the pattering spring rain, which makes people feel at ease.

Feng Ming's restless mood was further appeased, he caught a glimpse of Manager Zhou and the young woman with earthy faces standing aside, he waved his hand, motioning them to leave first.

As if they were pardoned, the two fled the office in a hurry.

Feng Ming stared at Zhuang Li's serious face for a while, then stood up, walked around the desk silently, walked behind him, and checked his progress.

The next moment, Feng Ming opened his eyes wide, showing a surprised expression.

I saw that this special assistant actually translated the first page of information in a very short period of time.Those technical terms that ordinary people can't understand at all don't bother him at all.The speed of his thinking transformation is unimaginable, and the speed of typing is unique.

The text on the computer screen does not look like it was typed by a human, but more like it was automatically generated by a computer program.They appeared one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they were densely packed into a large area, and there was no mistake or omission.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Feng Ming would have thought that this document was entered into some automatic translation software, and then converted into Chinese in a second.

He was stunned.

But Zhuang Li could still focus on two things. He glanced up at him and asked with a smile, "Don't worry now?"

His tone was very soothing and gentle, as if he was comforting a crying child.

For some reason, Feng Ming's face turned hot, and this heat was quickly burning his ears red.

He coughed, and then said a hoarse "hmm".

Zhuang Li comforted while quickly translating the document: "Sit down and drink coffee, don't worry."

Feng Ming hummed again, but stood still.

For some reason, he wanted to get a closer look at the man.

At this moment, Tezhu Sun knocked on the door and said in a low voice: "Mr. Feng, we unlocked Xiao Li's computer, but we didn't find that document. Xiao Li should have saved it in his laptop. I have sent People have gone to Xiao Li's house, and they will send the documents over there."

"Can we catch up in half an hour?" Feng Ming walked to the door, deliberately lowering his voice.

"We'll do our best." Assistant Sun had a look of embarrassment on his face.

Xiao Li lives quite far away, and it takes at least 40 minutes to go there.

Feng Ming looked back at Zhuang Li who was typing away, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, he is already translating."

"Can it really be found out? There are dozens of pages of information!" Special Assistant Sun opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"He can." Feng Ming said firmly.

Special assistant Sun still couldn't believe it, but he didn't have the courage to pour cold water on the president at this time.Anyway, he was already mentally prepared to cancel the meeting after half an hour.

Feng Ming waved his hand to drive away Tezhu Sun, then continued to stand beside Zhuang Li, bending down to look at him.

Zhuang Li stopped typing at this moment, threw two more cubes of sugar into the coffee cup, and comforted him: "Drinking something sweet will make you feel better."

In fact, Feng Ming's mood has improved, but he is used to keeping a cold face, so others can't see it.

He picked up the coffee and took two sips, his thick eyebrows immediately frowned, as if he hated the taste, but he sighed in his heart: It's so sweet!

Zhuang Li continued to type, took a moment to glance at him, and asked with a smile, "Is it good?"

Feng Ming said with a cold face: "It's not good. I don't like too sweet things."

"But I like to eat." Zhuang Li emphasized: "The sweeter the better."

Feng Ming struggled for a while before he changed his words without hesitation: "It's not bad, just drink a few sips and you'll get used to it."

He had no idea that he was subconsciously flattering the stranger in front of him.He has always been very assertive, even somewhat arbitrary, and he actually started to echo what the other party said.

Zhuang Li raised his head and glanced at him with a smile.

With just this one glance, Feng Ming's mood became more relaxed and satisfied.He moved his swivel chair from the desk to Zhuang Li's side, sat quietly at the side, and stared at this man.

He likes the quiet and peaceful state now.This person occupied his territory, but it did not arouse his discomfort and rejection at all.

"Make me a cup of coffee, too?" Zhuang Li asked suddenly.

The last sentence "OK" is not like a request, but more like coquetry and whispering between lovers, with a slight sweetness and a small hook.

Feng Ming couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.However, when he was sent by Zhuang Li in this way, his heart beat wildly for a moment, and then he couldn't restrain his joy.

He himself didn't know why.

"What kind of coffee do you want?" Feng Ming asked in a low voice.

"Whatever, just add more sugar." Zhuang Li replied without raising his head.

Feng Ming went outside, turning around like a headless chicken.

Special Assistant Sun quickly asked, "Mr. Feng, what are you looking for?"

"Where is the tea room? I want to make a cup of coffee." Feng Ming kept turning his head, with a bit of annoyance on his face.It's useless and useless.

"Go back to the office and wait. I'll bring in the brewed coffee." Special Assistant Sun said graciously.

"I want to make it myself, where is the tea room?" Feng Ming insisted.

Special assistant Sun had no choice but to take him to the tea room and tell him where the instant coffee and coffee beans were placed.

Feng Ming took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, carefully studied the variety of coffee beans, and then picked the best one and started grinding.

Sun Tezhu looked at his busy back, then ran back to the president's office to look at Zhuang Li who was buried in typing, and couldn't help complaining: "Did these two take the wrong script? Who is the president and who is the assistant? "

"If you can help Mr. Feng with his urgent needs, he can also be your assistant." A female secretary whispered.

In order to improve product quality, Feng Ming exhausted his contacts, and finally negotiated with the largest supplier in France on the matter of importing high-quality raw materials.This sale will determine whether the company's next production plan can go smoothly.

Without high-quality raw materials, how can Yilan make better cosmetics?

So the video conference after half an hour is very important to the company.

This was also the reason why Feng Ming was furious.

Manager Zhou waited outside fidgeting, and asked tremblingly, "Can Zhuang Li do it?"

"Let me tell you the truth, translating dozens of pages of materials full of technical terms in half an hour, unless he is a superman, he will not be able to keep up." Tezhu Sun shook his head, very pessimistic about this.