Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

220

Mr. Bai's board of directors has a particularly strange phenomenon. If the meeting is scheduled for two o'clock, the members in the meeting room will discuss it before the meeting, explain the content of the copy clearly in advance, and then wait for the meeting to pass half an hour later. , Mr. Bai came late, and when he was seated, Sang Bei would list out the plan he had decided on. Mr. Bai would approve it if he agreed, and change it if he disagreed. It took no more than 10 minutes before and after.

——This is definitely the most authoritarian board of directors in history, but no one raised any objections. You must know that every member of the board of directors holds the company's stock, and they also have the right to speak, but the company is not very important in Mr. Bai's eyes. It is just a prop to make your own money legal, let alone stocks?

Over time, Mr. Bai's apparent company shares were bought back by his own people, and the annual board meeting became a monthly regular meeting because of their participation.

However, today, the members of the board of directors waited for nearly four or ten minutes and did not see Mr. Bai coming in. They couldn't help but privately speculate whether there was something wrong with their decision-making plan or something unexpected happened to Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai did have an emergency - he was on the phone with Zheng He.

[Mr. Bai...] Zheng He hums and chirps like a mosquito.

"What's wrong with you?" Mr. Bai asked softly, the gentle tone made Jiezi beside him shake goose bumps.

【I've been so busy this morning, I haven't even had a full meal. 】

"How come? Aren't you with Cheng Shao?"

[It's because I'm with him that I'm hungry, I'm stingy and I'm killing him! 】

Mr. Bai chuckled a few times and asked, "Then what do you want? I'll pick you up for lunch?"

Zheng He's voice seemed to be very happy: 【Okay, okay, hey, hurry up, come on, I'm going to be hungry in a while. ] "You will be poor-mouthed. Where do you want to eat?"

【I'm staying in that Blue, I want to eat a premium set meal. 】

Sang Bei whispered in Mr. Bai's ear, "The board of directors has been waiting for you for a long time." Mr. Bai nodded his head to show that he knew about it, and said to Zheng He: "I still have something to do here, and it will be over in a while. You should order first. Take me a copy."

【Then you should come here sooner. 】

"I see."

[Wait for you, hehe. 】

After hanging up the phone, Zheng He showed a triumphant expression, stretched out his hand to Cheng Shao, and said, "Admit the bet and give me 500 yuan."

220 one

Half an hour ago.

Cheng Shao personally sent Director He away, and when Zheng He drove back to the company, he saw his ineffective artist lying on the table, smoking apple cider vinegar with a sad breath all over his body.

"I said, are you promising! Are you promising! Look at you, but you are not allowed to eat lunch. Why are you so troublesome?"

Zheng He retorted: "This is not a matter of eating, but a matter of dignity! Why do you eat a special set meal worth thousands of yuan, while I can only drink 25 cups of apple cider vinegar?"

Cheng Shao sneered: "I want to know why? Because you are not famous! If you are a first-line actor in the company, today we don't need to hire a director of Director He's level!"

"Then...then you don't need to make such a big contrast, do you?"

"I'm your manager, not your nanny. I can only give you face if you can bring me profit and status. Now? If you didn't get close to Mr. Bai, you wouldn't even talk in front of me. There is no place for you, please be content."

Zheng He was even more sluggish after being hit by his youth. He limply lay on the table and said, "I will work hard, so don't talk about it."

Cheng Shao rolled his eyes, threw his wallet on the table, and said: "I was going to hire Director He, but Mr. Bai bought it, so let's spend the money, so that you don't have to work hard in the afternoon. "

"Is there work in the afternoon?"

Cheng Shao took out the notepad he wrote like an alien language, frowned and said: "There is also a magazine cover, I am not very sure if this can be photographed today, I will call and ask later. Let's not talk about this , what do you want to eat? Western food or sushi?"

Zheng He doubted whether the thickness of Cheng Shao's wallet could afford the meal expenses, and asked, "Do you have enough money?"

Cheng Shao looked at Zheng He's small eyes and could guess what he was thinking: "Don't you still have a credit card? Don't worry, if you don't have enough money, I will leave you here to wash dishes."

Zheng He was relieved when he heard it, and asked, "Is the steak you ate just delicious?"

"It's okay, that's the smell."

"Then I want a special set meal too!"

Cheng Shao patted Zheng He's head: "I said, are you really killing me?"

"Then Mr. Bai also asked you to pay twice!" Said Mr. Bai, Zheng He took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll call him and ask him to try it too."

Cheng Shao was very suspicious: "Can Mr. Bai come? Unless he takes the initiative to contact you, don't just look for him, it's easy to be annoying."

"No, no." Zheng He didn't take Cheng Shao's reminder to heart at all.

When Cheng Shao saw Zheng He's attitude, he became even more worried.He felt that he was almost becoming a teacher, leading Zheng He, a senior kindergarten student, to live a difficult life in the most chaotic circle.

Mr. Bai invested a large sum of money in the later stage of "Spring Tribulation", and he seemed to be one of the biggest clients in the company. Cheng Shao always cared about work matters the most, so he quickly said: "Zheng He, you should stop calling ... Tell me, what is your relationship with Mr. Bai like now?"

Zheng He hung up the phone, glanced at the window unnaturally, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "We are fine... After I accompanied him out of the villa... we lived together."

Cheng rarely saw Zheng He's look of spring heart secretly moved, and he was slightly at a loss for words.

Most of the artists who were adopted in the circle were raised outside. What Cheng Shao never expected was that Mr. Bai gave Zheng He a place to live only yesterday.

Cheng Shao asked: "Before you lived with Mr. Bai, where did you live?"

"My family." Zheng He replied very naturally.

Cheng Shao feels even more that this innocent and unattractive man is likely to break up with Mr. Bai at any time.

Zheng He waited for a while, seeing that Young Master Cheng didn't speak, he said, "I'm going to call Mr. Bai, remember to pay us both."

Cheng Shao rubbed his temples: "You better stop beating, he won't come back either."

"He will come, really." Zheng He said.

Young Master Cheng was thinking about how to make Zheng He hold Mr. Bai longer, so he ignored Zheng He's words.

Zheng He thought that Cheng Shao didn't believe his words, and said, "He will definitely come back! If you don't believe me, let's make a bet, and if I win, you can give me five hundred!"

Cheng Shao continued to think deeply, and let out a casual 'hmm'.

……

Zheng He spread the 500 yuan out of Cheng Shao's wallet into a fan, and he fanned his face with the overlap, and said cheaply: "Money bought with wisdom is comfortable, I said that Mr. Bai will come Right? You still don't believe..."

Cheng Shao shrugged and temporarily removed the item 'how to make Zheng He be favored by Mr. Bai' from the schedule.

"Speak up, do you agree with me?" Zheng He shook the money and kept clamoring.

Looking at Zheng He's appearance, Cheng Shao deeply doubted where his charm came from, so that he could hold Mr. Bai.

...Maybe everyone has their own love.