Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Group.

The secretary knocked on the door and came in: "Mr Tang, this is the financial information you want."

Tang wanted to take it and turn to the end of the document: "Why didn't you sign it? Who made this report?"

"It's Vice President Bai." The secretary explained, "This is a photocopy, and the original signed is still in Mr. Wu's hands."

Tang Xiang roughly turned a few pages, and then made a call.

"Mr. Xiao, hello."

This Mr. Xiao is the person in charge of the organization connecting with the Qiming Fund project.

Tang Xiang explained a little bit: "We have a few accounts that are not correct on the financial side. Can you give me a list of Qiming's receipts?"

Mr. Xiao said of course.

Tang wants to thank you: "Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, she asked the secretary: "Where is Wu Ting now?"

Wu Ting is the manager of the company's financial department, and she is personally responsible for the accounts of this project.

"The Finance Department has a quarterly meeting in the afternoon, and Mr. Wu should still be in the meeting room."

Tang remembered to get up and walked to the conference room. There was a call from her mobile phone halfway through, and she answered.

The other party said, "Come pick me up after get off work."

She thought it was a mistake, so she took another look at the number. It was correct, it was the rogue: "You made a wrong number. I am not your driver."

Jiang Xiaolin looked in a good mood, with a little smile in his words: "I can recite your number upside down without making a mistake."

Tang Xiang was too lazy to gag him: "Why should I pick you up?"

He took it for granted: "Because you pay in installments." He was in good spirits and gave a suggestion, "It doesn't work in installments. You can pay in one go."

Tang Xiang walked to the meeting room: "How to pay in one lump sum?"

He didn't hurry up and said: "Accept it with the body."

Sven scum!

When the meeting room arrived, Tang Xiang didn't have time to talk to him: "I'm busy, I'll call you later."

After saying this, she hung up.

I want to hear her voice again but only the beeping Jiang Xiaolin: "..."

The door of the meeting room was not closed tightly. Tang Xiang knocked three times and opened the door: "Excuse me."

All of them were colleagues from the Finance Department, all looking at her.

She directly called: "Wu Ting, come out."

Wu Ting is a lady in her forties. She is slightly fat, always welcoming people with a smile on her face, and she is very sleek. She jokingly replied: "Mr Tang, it's a meeting."

Wu Ting and Tang Xiang are considered equal according to their positions, but Tang Xiang is directly appointed by the board of directors and reports to the board of directors, and the managers below, including Wu Ting, must report to Tang Xiang.

In this way, Tang Xiang is Wu Ting’s boss.

Tang Xiang walked into the meeting room and stood in front of her. The projector cast a piece of white light with the form on her face: "Dear colleagues, do you mind if I add another meeting topic temporarily?"

There were a dozen people sitting on each side of the rectangular conference table, and no one dared to speak out except shaking their heads. Who dares to mind, except for the directors of the company, the boss of any department has to call the project director Mr. Tang.

She wrote a string of passwords to the colleague who operated the projection: "Xiao Jia, log in to my computer account."

Wu Ting's face had already begun to stretch.

The meeting was held from 5:00 pm to 7:00 pm, and the accounts of the Finance Department could not be reconciled. Everyone was ashamed and frightened, especially Wu Ting, who did not stop in cold sweat during the second half.

At the end of the meeting, Tang wanted to leave a sentence, to his colleagues in the finance department, and even to Wu Ting: "These 13 accounts will be given to me before tomorrow. The preparation of the meal." After that, she stood up from the boss chair and said, "The meeting is over."

The Finance Department was silent, but Wu Ting was still sitting, and the people below dared not get up.

"Mr. Wu," the vice president asked tremblingly, "Are we still, do we continue?" The pace of the meeting was disrupted, and none of their original topics were discussed.

"Let's go away."

Wu Ting got up and went out first.

She walked to the stairwell, looked around and dialed the phone. As soon as she got through, she said anxiously, "Dong Luo, Mr. Tang, she bit me and won’t let it go if she doesn’t get the account right tomorrow. Pass me."

There is only one director named Luo of Zhou Group, Luo Changfang.

"Who was it that promised me that the accounts would never be found out."

Wu Ting explained anxiously: "I didn't expect President Tang to be--"

Luo Changfang didn't finish listening: "If this incident involves me, not only Tang thinks, I will not let you go," she added emphatically after a moment of pause, "and your family."

She is sealing.

"have you understood?"

Wu Ting was full of cold sweat on her back: "Ming, I understand."

Luo Changfang sat on the sofa at home, after hanging up Wu Ting's phone, he dialed another number: "The lessons of last night were not enough, let her suffer."

The other party was a male, with a deep voice: "I didn't have a chance to start, besides the secretary, there was another person beside her."

"who is it?"

"The eldest master of the Jiang family."

What does this matter have to do with Jiang Xiaolin?

Luo Changfang has no clue.

"Madam," the servant at home came in from outside, "I have your mail."

It is an envelope.

The sender did not fill in any information.

Luo Changfang held the phone in one hand, and opened the envelope with the other: "Don't worry about Jiang Xiaolin, you find a chance--"

The envelope dropped his hand and fell to the ground. The contents inside slipped out. It was a stack of photos. Luo Changfang was stunned after only one glance.

After seven o'clock, the lights on the street are beginning to come on.

A gray Bentley parked in front of the gate of the Zhou Group. The license plate end number is two six and two nine. The owner of the car is leaning against the door, wearing classic suit pants and a white shirt. .

Tang wanted to walk out of the company's door: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Xiaolin opened the door of the back seat and put one hand on it, in an inviting gesture: "If you don't come to pick me up, I have to pick you up."