Little slag run

Di Que's sprained ankle was not serious, and after rubbing the medicinal wine, he was alive and kicking again the next day.

He originally wanted to pretend to be sick and stay at Shang Shiyao's house for a day, thinking about how to deal with that rotten peach blossom from Italy.

But Bi Shaoliang made a phone call and called him back to the company.

When Chen Feng's car stopped at the entrance of B&D, he happened to see Di Que get off Shang Shiyao's car, and the smiling monk waved goodbye.

He greeted the driver, got out of the car alone, and walked towards Di Que.

"What a coincidence." Chen Feng smiled.

Di Que was startled by this familiar voice, turned around and laughed twice.

"Why are you here today?"

"It's a meeting. Where is my 4000 million yuan, I have to know." Chen Feng had a dignified face of a businessman.

Di Que froze, blinked his eyes, and followed Chen Feng out of the garage to wait for the elevator.

Bi Shaoliang desperately told him to come to work today, just for the initial review meeting of the audition.

During this period of time, the project team was very busy every day, and finally almost completed the part that should be prepared in the early stage.

The next thing to do is naturally to start external publicity, newspapers, TV, and the Internet, all of which will be used to formally organize registration, find a venue, invite judges, and create a film campaign...

So, that's where the money comes in.

According to the contract, the first batch of funds, 4000 million, should start operating when the project starts.

So this meeting is basically open to investors.

After Chen Feng negotiated the general direction, he never participated in the work here, but left an investment team to follow up.

It is said that this meeting is actually just a formality. It has been discussed before. There is no principled difference, so there is no reason to dismiss it.Therefore, Di Que hadn't expected Chen Fengfeng, who was busy with daily affairs, to appear at such a formal meeting. When he met him at this time, he felt a little nervous.

If Chen Feng really stabbed him at the meeting, picked faults and raised opinions, and refused to give money, then the start time of this project would be delayed again.

However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.The pre-discussion time is too long, and the start time of the audition activities can no longer be delayed.

Bi Shaoliang reminded him to find a few more investors to diversify the risk, and Di Que really did.

It's just that the combined investment of the three or two kittens selling B&D and Bi Shaoliang's affection is not enough to compete with Chen Feng.

To put it bluntly, in the final analysis, Chen Feng is still the master of the game, holding the power of life and death over Di Que and Department D.

The boss is in a bad mood today, if he delays this matter for a few days, his life will be ruined in his hands.

"..." Di Que really wanted to play a joke with Chen Feng, to mock him.

The small investment of 4000 million has to come over and listen to it in person, do you need to save money for this?

But in the end it was related to the success of the first project he worked so hard on, Di Que felt a little timid in his heart, and simply stood beside Chen Feng without saying a word.

Chen Feng saw his livid face, not as active as usual, so he smiled and said: "I don't know me today, why don't you talk?"

"Ah?" Di Que was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "I just didn't expect you to come to listen to such a small meeting."

"Hehe." So you're still afraid that I'll come over and tear things down?

Just as Chen Feng was about to continue, the elevator arrived with a "jingle".

The two got on the elevator and went up all the way.

Di Que leaned on the handrail, staring at the constantly beating digital display, as if eagerly looking forward to rushing to the conference center on the eleventh floor.

Chen Feng's gaze never left Di Que, but kept circling around his face and neck.

The outline of Di Que's chin is very delicate, and his neck is also white. If he extends down, his sight is blocked by the white shirt collar.

Di Que was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, it seems that he didn't go home that night.

When Chen Feng was thinking wildly, the elevator reached the floor, and Di Que immediately raised his legs and stepped out as if his butt was on fire.

Chen Feng was in a trance for a while, his body was moving faster than his consciousness, he grabbed Di Que's arm with one hand and carried it in his arms, pressed the door with the other hand, and let the elevator go down to the B2 floor again.

"What are you doing?" Di Que shouted angrily, and broke away from Chen Feng with his backhand.

He didn't understand why he was so angry, and being in such a small confined space with Chen Feng always made him feel uncomfortable and oppressed.

In fact, Chen Feng didn't know the reason for what he did just now, but he was encouraged by an urge not to leave Di Que so soon, as if he had something to clarify with him, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to say.

"You don't seem to want to see me today?" Chen Feng finally found the language after a short silence.

"..." Di Que was silent.

How should he answer?He really didn't want to see Chen Feng, both public and private.

Di Que was trapped in a corner of the elevator by Chen Feng, unable to move, so he could only lower his head and stop looking at him.

The two faced each other in a silent stalemate, and the elevator returned to the original point with a crisp "ding bell".

Finally, Chen Feng sighed helplessly, and his soft breath sprayed on Di Que's forehead.

"Are you mad at me for something?"

Chen Feng's tone was too gentle and ambiguous, causing Di Que's heart to be pulled violently and sore.

"...The 4000 million yuan must arrive this week."

After Di Que whispered what was in his heart, he clenched his lower lip and did not say another word.

His face became hot, and Di Que never dreamed that one day he would bow his head and beg for money.

Chen Feng looked down at his flushed cheeks, with a bit of struggling and hesitating expression, he suddenly had a strong desire for sadism, wishing to bite him immediately and eat the person in front of him.

The feeling of being able to control the fate of others at will is really wonderful, which is why Chen Feng feels that his desire to control money has always been at its peak.

"Let's have dinner together tonight."

Chen Feng did not accept Di Que's words, but extended an invitation to Di Que, but his tone was already certain that Di Que would not refuse.

Di Que looked up at him in surprise, his eyes were obviously burning with anger, so that the pupils seemed black and bright.

Di Que really wanted to slap Chen Feng's face with a big mouth, and then sell the pot by himself, and put the house on hold to plug the 4000 million big hole first, but it is still reasonable to think that there will be money to be used in the follow-up I endured it.

Damn it, Chen Feng, an old pervert, is absolutely determined that he dare not disobey him at this time!

Fortunately, during this period of time, he still vaguely felt that this person was good, and even almost had some illusions that he shouldn't have.

Damn, just go, anyway, it's just a meal, and it's worth it in exchange for 4000 million.

Di Que remained silent, and Chen Feng assumed the acquiescence.

It just so happened that the elevator stopped at the eleventh floor again, Chen Feng raised the corner of his mouth to show a smug smile, and stepped out of the elevator first.

Di Que gritted his teeth secretly behind Chen Feng, wishing he could carry a pack of crotons with him at night.

The two-hour meeting progressed very smoothly, and the investors had no objections to the discussion time before the end of the meeting.

The person in charge of Chen Feng's investment team looked at Chen Feng's expression and said he had no opinion.

Di Que let out a long breath, and his tense face eased.

After the meeting adjourned, Di Que saw off the investors one by one before coming back to find Chen Feng.

The staff of B&D also dispersed one after another, but Chen Feng was still waiting there by himself, flipping through the documents.

When Di Que came over, he closed the document, stood up and said with a smile, "Let's go. Shall I wait for you in the parking lot?"

Di Que stared at him inexplicably, and said angrily, "Why? Let's go together."

Originally, it was just a meal in the open and aboveboard, why did you make it so secretive?ill!

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, thinking that Di Que's face change is fast enough.

As soon as the 4000 million yuan was saved, he began to blow his beard and stare at him.

He didn't mind either, and walked with Di Que with a smile.

"Take my car." Chen Feng drove the car, and the gentleman opened the car door for Di Que.

Di Que touched his nose and let Chen Feng go.

After getting into Chen Feng's car, it was natural for Chen Feng to drive wherever he wanted.

In the end, Chen Feng chose a well-known and romantic French restaurant in City Y, and lived with Di Que.

In fact, Di Que hated eating this kind of Western food.

Whether it tastes good or not is aside, the main reason is that there are too many rules in Western food. After eating a meal for two hours, it will be digested in the stomach after eating in the mouth. You have to pay attention to this and that. After eating, it is like fighting a battle. , I was so tired that I didn't enjoy the delicious food at all.

In the past, there was no way to chase women, and it was impossible to catch them without engaging in petty bourgeois sentiments.

But Di Que couldn't understand that the two elders still wanted to go to such a place for "romance".

Isn't it cool to find a place to eat hot pot and drink beer?After eating, you can also find a place to have a massage...

The environment and service of the restaurant are of course not to mention, the dining space separated by the wide and high-backed comfortable sofa and the surrounding colorful crystal bead curtains is quiet and elegant, which is very suitable for romance.

Di Que used to take people here often, but today he was taken by others, and he felt that the world was unpredictable, and the vicissitudes of life suddenly became poetic.

Speaking of which, it's been a while since I've been in contact with Chen Feng, but it's the first time that I sat down to have a good meal face to face.

The two big men were sitting in such an elegant and pleasant environment eating western food. Di Que couldn't talk and laugh as usual, but suddenly felt that the air was cold, and he was speechless for a while, so he had to bury his head in his mouth.

Chen Feng opened a bottle of red wine, but didn't drink much of it. After taking two sips, he stared at Di Que in a daze.

Only then did Chen Feng realize that Di Que was worthy of being the young master of a rich family. Although he usually played around and had no real job, once he sat on such a formal occasion, he immediately seemed to be a different person.

Chewing quietly and slowly, the movements of using the knife and fork are skillful and elegant, and there is arrogance and luxury in every gesture.

Knowing that Chen Feng had been staring at him, Di Que couldn't understand this man's thoughts even more.

Let's say he has ideas about himself, but he doesn't have any substantive actions.Let's say that he treats me as a pure work partner, but this disgusting look in his eyes is not normal at all.

Di Que cleaned up the snails on the plate and wiped the corners of his mouth, and came to the final conclusion: Fucking Chen Feng is a pervert, even normal people can't understand it!

"Are you satisfied with the meal?" Chen Feng finally spoke.

"Not bad." Di Que took a sip of the red wine and nodded.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Chen Feng smiled and signaled Di Que to pick it up at will.

Di Que picked up the phone and looked, and saw a text message from an unfamiliar number, and a string of birds chirping stood there for no apparent reason.