Can't help feeling for you: can't live without you

Chapter 6 Honeysuckle (2)
It’s just that Zhang Chengfang is already a past tense who has passed away, and when he ran Chengfang, Chengfang was just a small private enterprise in a township in a suburban county of Zhejiang, making some of the simplest mechanical gadgets. Crisis, the business is bleak to the point of being heavily in debt, and it has been hovering on the verge of bankruptcy. Who would have thought that more than ten years later, it will become a well-known group enterprise in the whole country, and its tentacles will almost extend to every corner of the country.

The ramen came, which temporarily interrupted Qi Dandan's conversation, but she was already interested, and said after taking two mouthfuls of hot air.

"I heard that when Zhang Chengfang died, the two brothers of the Zhang family signed an agreement to give up Cheng Fang, just like the rest of the Zhang family. So Cheng Fang became their stepmother Cheng Huimei alone, and then the rest of the Zhang family. You know the matter, your boss is amazing, he has a hand with women." Qi Dandan smiled as he spoke, and winked at Zhiwei with the corners of his mouth pursed.

What happened later...

No one has ever mentioned what happened later in Chengfang, but only Dong Zhiwei had heard of it. After Zhang Chengfang died, Yuan Jingrui had been running Chengfang with Cheng Huimei as Cheng Huimei's right-hand man, and finally married Cheng Huimei. In the next three days, Cheng Huimei accidentally fell down the elevator shaft and died. After that, he became the ultimate owner of Chengfang.

Dong Zhiwei finally understood why she was familiar with the word Zhang Dacai. She had glimpsed this name on the company's BBS, but it was vague and was quickly deleted by the administrator.

She had always known that there was a big age gap between Cheng Huimei and Yuan Jingrui, but she never thought that even her stepson was an adult man of the same age as Yuan Jingrui, and the man's roar still echoed in her ears.

"Yuan Jingrui, don't think that killing Cheng Huimei can just sit back and enjoy it. Let me tell you, Chengfang belongs to my Zhang family. Just wait, someone will show you!"

The lingering voice made Dong Zhiwei feel a chill behind him while sitting in the well-heated restaurant.

Qi Dandan didn't notice Dong Zhiwei's strangeness, and continued to speak enthusiastically, "The rest of the Zhang family still do business in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but Zhang Dafeng and his brother are both in Shanghai recently. I heard that these days I ran to Yuan Jingrui many times."

"Looking for Mr. Yuan? I don't know." Dong Zhiwei raised her head, she always called her current boss like this, it sounded like she was calling someone irrelevant.

She sat outside Yuan Jingrui's office every day, if the Zhang family brothers had appeared in Cheng Fang, there was no reason why she would not know about it.

Qi Dandan cut again, "Who is Yuan Jingrui? Meet them?"

Zhiwei had already returned from a momentary trance, and now she laughed, "So you know my boss so well?"

Qi Dandan held the noodle bowl in both hands, his eyes sparkled, "Nonsense, of course I know about the mysterious handsome men, those bald men with big stomachs, I don't want to hear about their family history, Zhiwei, you I'm lucky, I follow Yuan Jingrui in and out every day, isn't it more eye-catching to see from a close distance?"

Zhiwei thought about it, then shook her head, "It's just a man, what's the use of seductive eyes? Men don't rely on appearance."

Qi Dandan uttered the last and loudest "Cut" of the night, "Why is it useless? Isn't Yuan Jingrui the best example? That old woman gave her life for him, and Wen Bailiang, who got on After joining Dai Ailing, he started private equity and funds again, and he has been in the limelight recently."

Qi Dandan has been with Zhiwei for several years, and she also knows something about Wen Bailiang, and she doesn't notice it when she gets excited, but she regrets it as soon as she says it, she doesn't keep her mouth shut, and looks at Zhiwei again, "I'm sorry .”

On the other hand, Zhiwei smiled nonchalantly, and raised her chopsticks again, "Do you still eat pickled radishes? If you don't eat them, I'll destroy them all." It seemed that she didn't hear anything.

The next afternoon, Yuan Jingrui had a meeting with people from the legal department. The meeting lasted for a long time. Zhiwei went in and poured tea twice, each time seeing Yuan Jingrui frowning, and everyone sitting at the table looked solemn.

It was nearly six o'clock when the meeting ended, and Yuan Jingrui and Xia Ziqi walked at the end together. Xia Ziqi was Cheng Fang's legal adviser and a friend of Yuan Jingrui's. Seeing that Dong Zhiwei was still there, he smiled and waved to her.

"Secretary Dong, you've worked hard."

Dong Zhiwei raised his head and smiled at him, and he asked again, "Do you have an appointment tonight? Let's have dinner together."

From the first time I met Xia Ziqi, this man likes to make jokes like this, and Dong Zhiwei has never taken it seriously, and this time is no exception, he only replied with a polite smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry tonight. Already have an appointment." Then he said to Yuan Jingrui, "Mr. Yuan, I have prepared all the materials you want and put them on your desk, can I get off work?"

It wasn't until Dong Zhiwei's back in a suit disappeared from sight that Xia Ziqi opened his mouth, holding his chest and complaining, "She rejected me again."

Just as Yuan Jingrui picked up the folder on the table, he laughed when he heard the words, "You really want to pursue my secretary?"

"I just think a woman who doesn't shine into your eyes is very special." Xia Ziqi shrugged, sat down opposite him, and asked him again, "Why? Do you have a problem?"

Yuan Jingrui has already opened that folder, and all the files inside have been neatly organized, with a simple directory attached to the top, with different colors of sticky notes to mark the priorities. Dong Zhiwei has always been thoughtful and efficient in his work, This is one of the things he admires about her.

But he only glanced at it and closed the folder, then looked at Xia Ziqi and said, "Do you think this lawsuit will affect our listing plan?"

"That depends on whether there is anyone behind them. These two brothers alone can't make a big deal." The previous topic ended automatically, and when it came to official affairs, Xia Ziqi's face became more serious. Ask, "Where's Yin Feng? I haven't seen him for a long time."

Yuan Jingrui frowned, "Something happened to him, he's taking care of his health, and he's not in Shanghai recently."

Xia Ziqi said "Oh", and said in a drawn-out voice, "No wonder." He tapped on the table while thinking about it, and then said, "Then do you want to ask someone else to check? Or arrange to talk to some seniors from the courts. Have a meal and check the situation?"

Yuan Jingrui stood up, "You can figure it out."

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Hotel." He didn't look back.

Xia Ziqi snorted with a smile, and called after his back, "It's not fun to vent like this, be careful of kidney deficiency." He was not afraid of people passing by hearing it.

Yuan Jingrui had indeed dated a woman, she was still the little model, and the restaurant was set in a five-star hotel, which was her request, and he agreed - anyway, it was the last meeting, so it doesn't matter where you choose.

He was driving his own car, and when he was about to turn out of the lane, he saw several people walking side by side in front of him, so he slowed down a little.

The winter night came early, and it was already dark just after six o'clock. The headlights hit the backs of those people. He suddenly saw the familiar gray suit, and then someone beside her stretched out his hand and pulled her away. a handful.

He didn't stop, and he accelerated away when everyone got to the side of the road. They stood on the side of the driveway and watched him off. He saw a few unfamiliar faces in the rearview mirror. There were men and women. Dong Zhiwei was caught among them. , the person who grabbed her hadn't let go of his hand, tilted his head, and didn't know what he was saying to her.

The image in the rearview mirror flashed by, and he heard a snort, like a laugh, which was very abrupt in the quiet car.

Even he himself was taken aback, but the strange feeling was still there - he never thought that this ordinary little secretary like him could enjoy a lot when it comes to men.

Dong Zhiwei did have an appointment tonight, with several colleagues in the company.She has been in the headquarters for more than half a year. Because she appeared suddenly and was assigned by Yuan Jingrui, most people were very wary of her at the beginning. Of course, there were more private speculations, which directly led to her being here. The place is terribly isolated.

For a long time, when Dong Zhiwei walked into the elevator and walked through the office area, the original whisper would suddenly stop, the feeling of being isolated and observed by the whole world in a transparent box, people who have not experienced it cannot understand understand.

Zhiwei tried her best to be natural, but it was really difficult for her during that time. She has a generous and generous personality, and she gets along with people happily when she is studying and working. The workload, mental and physical pressure made her drag her feet home every day.

Of course, Yuan Jingrui didn't notice this. At that time, he was busy with the approval of land to build a factory in Shanghai. Chengfang started out as an air-conditioning accessory. Although his investment has diversified over the years, he has not given up his old business so far.

The company's center of gravity has already shifted to Shanghai. The factory buildings originally built in the suburbs of Zhejiang are already old, and there are many problems with logistics and freight. Therefore, Yuan Jingrui has been dealing with people from the district government since a few years ago, and wants to build a factory next to the Shanghai headquarters building. Build a brand new factory.He is very concerned about this matter, and when Dong Zhiwei first arrived at the company, it was a critical moment for the land approval of the factory area. Yuan Jingrui didn't even have time to look at him, the new secretary who was transferred in person, let alone notice her. Problems with interpersonal relationships in the company.

The first person who extended friendship to her was Meili from the administration department. When Dong Zhiwei was eating alone in the restaurant at noon, Meili sat down opposite her with a plate and asked her, "Can I sit here?"

There were not many people in the restaurant, but when Dong Zhiwei came downstairs to eat, she was always the only one at the table, and she was deliberately isolated. Before Meili asked this sentence, no one wanted to talk to her. sit at the same table.

Dong Zhiwei nodded immediately, and moved his plate forward. Meili is a cheerful girl with a big face, and she introduced herself after sitting down, "I'm Meili from the Administration Department, remember?"

Dong Zhiwei nodded, she often goes to the administration department, and remembers every face.

"You are the boss's new secretary, Miss Dong."

"Just call me Zhiwei."

There were countless glances in the restaurant, either overtly or covertly, and there were a few particularly sharp ones, which made Dong Zhi move his body slightly.

Mei Li lowered her voice, "Don't pay attention to them, they are jealous, jealous that you can see the boss every day."

Dong Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, with some gratitude.

Afterwards, they often ate together, and gradually some people joined in. In this way, Zhiwei's life in Chengfang became much easier.

Dong Zhiwei likes an unobtrusive life. Some people enjoy the feeling of being noticed by everyone while walking on the road, but she is the opposite. When no one notices her, she will feel more at ease. Being lost in the crowd is another A small pleasure, and of course her ordinary appearance helped a lot, allowing her to hide herself more easily.

But some people don't think so, at least in He Weiwen's eyes, Dong Zhiwei is a woman who makes his heart beat faster, making him speechless almost every time he sees her.

Yuan Jingrui's car disappeared into the night street, and the people standing on both sides of the driveway sighed.

"The boss's car is just fine. It's so tall and big that it doesn't even make a sound when it comes from behind. It scares me to death."

"Hey, have you seen the boss's face? He just looked at me, and I saw him look at me."

"You're a nympho, save yourself, the boss won't have time to watch you."

Everyone was discussing this rather minor accident enthusiastically, only He Weiwen was still talking to Dong Zhiwei.

"Didn't scare you?"

Dong Zhiwei gently pulled his arm out of his hand before replying, "No, thank you."

He Weiwen is from Anhui and works in the sales department of Chengfang. In fact, he is not suitable for this job. He is clumsy and honest. Feeling a bit out of place with everything, let alone compared to the nice guys in sales.

The basic salary of the sales department is very low, and most of the income is based on commission, and he, who has the lowest monthly sales performance and has been scolded for tens of thousands of years at the summary meeting, of course cannot have a good income.

The pressure of life in Shanghai is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although He Weiwen has always rented with others, the monthly rent alone costs more than 1000, accounting for nearly one-third of his income, plus the daily food expenses. Transportation expenses and occasional additional expenses make him stretched every month.

The day he first met Dong Zhiwei, He Weiwen was at a loss in the finance department.

He was on a business trip for a few days before and brought back a whole stack of bills for reimbursement, but one of the invoices was issued to the wrong company.

The financial manager is a Shanghai man as thin as a bamboo pole. He is over 50 years old and has worked in the district tax bureau before. He has some connections, so he was asked to arrange a position here.People who are used to sitting facing south in public houses like to show their faces the most. The little accountant handed over the invoice, and he sat on the chair and picked up the thin invoice with his fingers and glanced at it. Two words come.

"No."

(End of this chapter)