bro i was wrong

Jiang Xingxing sent Dafu to the kindergarten, and when he first entered the company, he noticed that the atmosphere was not right.

Everyone came very early, and even the few people who were often late on weekdays sat at their workstations early, staring at the screen solemnly.

His intuition told him that something must have happened to the company when he was resting yesterday.

really.

Just now, his immediate boss, Hu Weigang, head of the company's internal affairs department, secretly whispered eight words into his ear: The prince is going to supervise the country, and the sky is about to change.

Jiang Xingxing's scalp went numb.

He has heard of the name of this prince for a long time. He studied in Canada in his early years. During his studies, he turned the North American branch into profit in just two years, and doubled the profit in the third year. He is a powerful person.

Not only that, he also founded his own high-tech company abroad, focusing on chip research and new energy development.At the age of less than 30, he is already a famous figure in the technology world.

High profits are accompanied by high pressure. This prince has always adhered to the wolfish competition rules abroad, and his wrists are quite iron-blooded. It is said that his most frequent sentence is "If you can do it, if you can't do it, then get out."

It had long been rumored in the company that he would come back to inherit the family business, but no one expected that he would suddenly parachute into the company yesterday and even quarrel with several senior members of the board of directors.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the content of their quarrel has spread to some extent. Among them, the content that is most in line with the concerns of the people is layoffs.

The company that Jiang Xingxing works for is an established domestic real estate company with a high reputation and a good reputation.

The old chairman is easy-going and does not have high demands on his subordinates. As long as the work is completed on time and with quality, he will not care whether you are 996 or 955.

The working environment is relaxed and the salary is not bad. Everyone who stays in the company is determined to work here until retirement.

Now that the wind of layoffs is released, doesn't it make people panic.

Especially the middle-aged workers, who are old and young, and have housing and car loans in between, and they don't want to and can't be fired.

Minister Hu stroked his little hair: "Xiao Jiang, please be blessed. I'm going to submit my resume to another company. Sigh, I don't know if I can maintain the current salary level..."

Jiang Xingxing looked at Minister Hu's back, who was neither majestic nor strong, and panicked in his heart.

That kind of mood is like, originally a calm lake, where all kinds of creatures live well, but the stupid son of the Dragon King came to the throne, disturbing the waves, making it difficult for everyone.

He also plans to run for vice minister of the logistics department next month.

There are five people in their logistics department, one minister and four soldiers.Among the four soldiers, one had a broken leg, one had cancer, and one had a baby. All the work fell on Jiang Xingxing, so it was no problem for him to be the deputy minister.

However, the prince's supervision of the country will inevitably freeze personnel relations, and I am afraid that something will go wrong in the next campaign.

Jiang Xingxing stirred the coffee in his hand, and suddenly hated this prince whom he had never met.

The logistics department is mostly chores, sometimes busy and sometimes not busy.Jiang Xingxing didn't care about work, so he printed out a few documents in the morning, and spent the rest of the time staring at the computer in a daze, thinking that the prince's hand couldn't reach the logistics department anyway, so it would be fine for him to fish for a while.

Towards the morning, Minister Hu suddenly called him and asked him to book a banquet hall under his own group, which he was going to give to the crown prince, or the new general manager, tonight.

Minister Hu specifically asked him to follow up the whole process tonight, and Jiang Xingxing agreed, feeling even more annoyed.

Since he has to follow up the whole process, it means that he can't go to the kindergarten to pick up Dafu.

Although their family nominally owns an entire building for rent, his parents only kept one house to live in, and the rest was distributed to the siblings.The old couple also refused his rent supplement, and they are still working in the factory, busy and diligent, so the heavy responsibility of taking care of Dafu fell on him.

If he can't take Dafu, he has to ask his mother to ask for leave, which is more troublesome.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xingxing became even more annoyed by that bastard prince.

No matter how annoying you are, you have to wait.After lunch, Jiang Xingxing went to the hotel under the group, set the number of people, set the standard, set the wine, set up... the whole set was busy, just when it was time for dinner, people from the company arrived one after another, and he had to be busy to greet them again. .

At this dinner party, almost all the cadres above the middle level of the group came. They sat at more than a dozen tables, chatting loudly and eagerly looking forward to meeting the legendary iron-handed prince.

Jiang Xingxing led the last middle-level leader to his seat, and just received a WeChat message from Lao Hu, telling him to hurry up and go to the backstage to have a boxed lunch, and come back quickly after eating.

Although the leader had spoken like this, Jiang Xingxing didn't dare to disappear for so long, for fear that something might go wrong and make the new boss unhappy.

Let alone the deputy minister, it's not even a matter of whether he can keep his job.

He went to the back kitchen to order a boxed meal, carried it into the banquet hall, and hid it under an inconspicuous pillar, while he was eating the rice, he kept an eye on the situation in the hall.

After just a few bites, the door of the hall was opened from both sides, and all the staff stood up immediately, with thunderous applause.

Although Jiang Xingxing hated the new leader, he was still curious about what he looked like, so he hid behind the pillar and looked over there secretly.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you almost spit out the food in your mouth when you look at it.

The new boss waved his hand and rejected the guidance of the waiter, walked into the hall with his head high, raised his left hand to greet everyone, and strode towards the rostrum.

He was extraordinarily tall, with long legs and a thin waist.He wore a black shirt on his upper body, the cuffs were neatly rolled up to the upper arms, and the hem was tucked into the slim suit pants, making him look clean and neat, full of elite style.

It was not a short distance from the gate to the rostrum, and he only took a few steps to walk up.First, he glanced around the audience, and then began to introduce himself slowly:

"My colleagues from Qunying, good evening, I'm Zhou Xie."

……

The new boss on stage was still talking endlessly, while Jiang Xingxing was already dripping with cold sweat.

This time he heard clearly, his name is Zhou Xie.

Not called sneakers.

After all, this was not a formal appointment meeting, so Zhou Xie simply said a few words on the stage, then got off the stage and sat at the head of the first table.

Lao Hu looked around for Jiang Xingxing in the hall, but he couldn't find anyone, so he had no choice but to inform the waiter to serve the food.

Until the dishes were served, Jiang Xingxing still hid behind the pillars and spread hysteria, thinking of countless reasons for being dismissed in his mind-for example, he stepped his left foot first when entering the office building tomorrow, for example, the logistics department does not welcome curly hair, for example The company does not recruit boys under 1.7 meters two...

"What are you doing!" Lao Hu slapped him on the shoulder, cursing, "I didn't answer your calls, and I didn't reply to your WeChat messages. Why are you hiding here!"

Jiang Xingxing looked at Lao Hu, thinking that he would be fired tomorrow, and remembering how kind he was to him, he couldn't help feeling sad: "Minister..."

"Minister, you are big!" Lao Hu interrupted him viciously, "If you don't go to drink again, let alone the minister, we will get out together tomorrow!"

He pinched Jiang Xingxing by the back of his neck, dragged him out from behind the pillar, and whispered into his ear, "Ten bottles of Remy Martin, ten bottles of Bacardi, ten bottles of 53-degree flying sky, and 20 boxes of whatever you want." What brand of red wine, hurry up!"

Jiang Xingxing saw the light at first glance, and looked at the first table with some trepidation, only to find that there were only a few directors talking together, and the main seat was empty at some point.

Zhou Xie left.

Avoiding being directly seen by him, maybe I can stay in the company for a few more days.

Jiang Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go!" Lao Hu pushed him from behind him again.

Jiang Xingxing agreed again and again, and trotted towards the entrance of the hall. As soon as he opened the door, he plunged into a broad chest.

The tip of the nose is a little sore, and what comes out of the nostrils is a compound aroma mixed with the richness of white wine, the richness of foreign wine, and a touch of tobacco. It smells nice and sexy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jiang Xingxing hurriedly apologized, rubbing his nose and looking up at the person who came, then his movements froze, the rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Surprise flashed in Zhou Xie's eyes. He touched his chin, looked down at Jiang Xingxing condescendingly, and smiled in his eyes: "We meet again."

Jiang Xingxing didn't notice this, he was about to cry right now, so he thought it better not to meet each other.

The old guard poked his head out from the room, "Jiang Xingxing! You are standing there stupidly... Mr. Zhou?! You, you, you... Jiang Xingxing, what are you doing blocking Zhou!"

Jiang Xingxing came to his senses and quickly waved his hands: "I, I, I, I don't..."

Hu Weigang felt that he must have fainted from the smell of alcohol, but he saw Mr. Zhou smiled very briefly.

"Well, you didn't." Zhou Xie looked down at Jiang Xingxing, "Is that why I blocked you?"

Jiang Xingxing: ...

Jiang Xingxing: Brother, I was wrong.

Jiang Xingxing: Brother, don't do this.

By the time he brought the wine to the hall, Zhou Xie had already sat back in the main seat, and was accepting a toast from several high-level executives queuing up with a smile.Jiang Xingxing took a peek, no matter if it was white or foreign, Zhou Xie would not refuse anyone who came, and poured it into his stomach like running water.

Lao Hu unpacked two bottles of Moutai and put them in his hands, motioning for him to bring them to the front table: "If you mess up again, pack up your things and get out tonight."

Jiang Xingxing looked at the first table hesitantly, and found that Zhou Xie was leaning over and puffing away with a director, so he gritted his teeth and said silently, "I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me...", as if sacrificed go over there.

Holding a grenade in his hand, ah no, bringing liquor to the first table, Jiang Xingxing whispered "President Qi, your wine" to the vice president who accompanied him, and as soon as he turned around, someone grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Xingxing's breathing stagnated.

He looked down, just in time to meet Zhou Xie's slightly red eyes.

A terrible idea popped into Jiang Xingxing's mind instantly, the boss would announce that he would fire me right here...

Zhou Xie didn't speak for a long time, just stared at him and didn't let go, Jiang Xingxing didn't dare to break free, so he had to lean down slightly and asked him tremblingly: "Zhou... Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?"

The distance between the two of them was so close that Jiang Xingxing could smell the very strong smell of alcohol on Zhou Xie's body.

Zhou Xie twitched the corners of her mouth, and asked without answering, "Can I drink?"

Jiang Xingxing snorted, not knowing what he meant, but he still answered bravely: "Yes...you can drink a little."

"Okay." Zhou Xie waved to the waiter behind him, "Get him a chair, sit here, and drink for me."

Jiang Xingxing:?

Mr. Qi next to him laughed: "Nephew, this is your fault. Everyone who came here today is a hero. Everyone wants to respect your wine. It's fine if you don't drink it. Young will drink for you."

Zhou Xie pressed the shoulder of Jiang Xingxing who was about to stand up anxiously, and pressed him on the seat, but looked at Mr. Qi, and said with a smile: "Uncle Qi, he drinks the same as I drink .”

His fingers were cold, but his palm was hot. The pressure on Jiang Xingxing was not strong, but it gave him a kind of strength inexplicably.

Jiang Xingxing couldn't help but glanced at him, he smiled back at Jiang Xingxing, and pinched his shoulder a few times with his fingers, as if to comfort him.

"Hey, how can it be the same." Mr. Qi's eyes widened, "What is he..."

President Qi didn't finish his sentence, the smile suddenly froze on his face, and his face turned pale.

He stopped abruptly, and the other people at the first table stopped talking and looked up at them.And the other tables, who were always watching the movement of the first table, stopped their clamor immediately, and the whole hall suddenly became quiet, and a needle could be heard for a while.

Jiang Xingxing, who was in the center of the storm, understood something no matter how dull he was. He looked in the direction of Lao Hu at a loss, and then saw Lao Hu's pale face, which was clearly written: "You are finished, You can get out tonight..."

Jiang Xingxing wants to cry but has no tears.

Zhou Xie was obviously satisfied with everyone's reaction. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette for himself. When he lit the cigarette, he lowered his eyelids, suppressed the sternness in his eyes, and put on a smiling face when he looked up again.

He patted Jiang Xingxing's shoulder: "Little Yang, Mr. Qi gave you face like this, don't you respect him for a glass of wine?"

Mr. Qi's complexion was very bad, but Jiang Xingxing was obviously more afraid of Zhou Xie who was pressing his hands on his shoulders. He bravely filled his wine glass with Moutai, raised his hands and handed it to Mr. Qi, not daring to Look at the expression on his face: "Qi... Mr. Qi, I respect you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank a glass of three taels of white wine.

The spicy taste burned all the way from his mouth into his stomach, choking his tears and snot out together.

"Hey, the lamb is good at drinking." Zhou Xie looked at Mr. Qi with a smile, and pointed to the wine glass on his table with his eyes, "Uncle Qi, the lamb has already respected you, don't you want to drink?"

Mr. Qi's face turned even paler, and he clenched his back molars tightly. After sawing for a while, he suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank the white wine in the glass.

Then he slammed the wine glass on the table, and the glass goblet shattered in his hand.

Zhou Xie acted as if she didn't see the expression behind him, and finally withdrew her hand, and slapped her hands slowly, "Uncle Qi is always strong."

It's not loud, but in a quiet hall everyone can be heard clearly.

Someone at the next table shouted hello, took the lead in applauding, and sporadic people began to echo. After a while, the applause became more and more loud, and the whole hall became lively again.

It's just that all the excitement has nothing to do with Jiang Xingxing.From the moment he drank that glass of white wine, his whole body became very hot, his mind became unclear, and he was dazzled when he saw things.

His last memory before he fainted was Zhou Xie's ever-enlarged face and the feeling of weightlessness as his body soared into the air.