After rebirth, I will teach Ba Zong to be a salted fish

In the previous life, Tan Chen, even if he worked overtime until three o'clock in the morning, he would still arrive at the office on time the next day, even earlier than the working time.

But Tan Chen, who wants to be a salted fish after rebirth, is the first thing he has to change is this bad habit.

When Tan Chen stepped into the office door at eleven o'clock, he undoubtedly received a lot of surprised eyes.

"Lawyer Tan, are you here?" Attorney Zhang in the same group was very surprised to see him come so late for the first time.

"Ah, yes, I went to Party A for a meeting in the morning." Tan Chen babbled.My heart said don't ask, asking is field work.

Putting down his bag, Tan Chen went to the pantry to make himself a cup of coffee, and then went to the window to observe the vehicles coming and going downstairs.

Why observe the car downstairs?

Nothing, just rediscovering the joy of counting ants in childhood.

After taking a sip of coffee, Tan Chen looked up and saw the building opposite.

The logo of Weishi Group is very eye-catching.

Only then did he realize that Wei's Group was on the 42nd-46th floor of the financial center, and his law firm was on the 45th floor of the International Finance Center, which happened to be about the same height.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help thinking of Wei Yu's iceberg-like cold face, and his reddish ears when he was humiliated and angry.

Hey, if the brand side is too strong, Wei Yu is not easy to be the president.

After thinking about it, he put down his coffee, found an empty meeting room, and called his sister.

"Why, Lawyer Tan actually has time to call me?" When the call was connected, a lazy and hoarse female voice sounded.

His elder sister, Tan Jin, lives in Italy for a long time now, and there is a seven-hour time difference with Huaguo. It is not yet five o'clock there, so obviously his elder sister has not woken up yet.

"Ms. Tan, I have something to ask you." Tan Chen thought about his words, "What's the origin of the Huaguo Regional Director of WS?"

"Which one?" Tan Jin responded, "Oh, that wretched old fat man?"

"What's the matter? Did he provoke you?" Tan Jin became angry when he heard that, and sat up from the bed, "This short-sighted thing!"

"Don't mess with me," Tan Chen immediately comforted her sister when she heard her temper, "It's not me, it's a friend of mine."

He explained vaguely: "My friend originally wanted to discuss cooperation with WS, but it turned out that there was a conflict and the negotiation failed."

"That's it." Tan Jin suddenly smiled, "What kind of friend? Last night, that Mr. Wei you kept guarding every step of the way? Why, want to help him find a place?"

Tan Chen rubbed his forehead, he didn't expect that the news would reach his elder sister's ears in just one night.

He explained: "No, I'll just ask. Besides, he is my party A's father, can you not follow?"

Tan Jin reluctantly let him go, and then told him about Edward's origin.

It turned out that Edward relied on bribing a high-level executive in the Italian headquarters, and pretended to be a decent person in the headquarters, so he got a position as a regional director. In fact, he took office not long ago, and many people in China just looked at the title of WS. Just interact with him.

"Don't worry, that Edward won't be jumping for a few days." Tan Jin revealed to him, "That high-level duty-related crime is about to be sent in by WS, and the news will be sent back to China soon."

Tan Chen felt relieved.Although he didn't pay much attention to fashion circles in his previous life, he did remember that WS had a scandal for a while.Since this is the case, it is indeed a good thing that Wei Yu did not negotiate a cooperation with WS.

Thinking of this, Tan Chen casually asked: "Sister, my brother-in-law's brand, don't you plan to return to China to develop?"

As soon as Tan Jin heard this, he became interested: "Hey, when did you start caring about this? Call me at five o'clock in the morning, just to find a project for your Mr. Wei?"

Tan Chen really just asked subconsciously, but when Tan Jin said this, he checked the context and felt something was wrong.

But he was thick-skinned, accepted the joke, and had to push an inch and said: "Hey, since Mr. Wei has already registered with you, then I must let my brother-in-law consider Mr. Wei. You are a young talent, and you will not lose money if you invest in shares!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly answered: "Okay, that's it, I won't disturb your sleep, bye!"

Then I hung up the phone and returned to the office in a good mood.

In the afternoon, I helped the legal assistant Xiao Lin put forward some suggestions for revision of the document. By six o'clock, Tan Chen was about to leave work again.

Facing the amazed eyes of his colleagues again, Tan Chen was a little ashamed but still stepped out of get off work firmly.

Although, it feels really good to be a salted fish!

But as soon as he turned out of the office, he ran into Chen Par, the tall guy who came out to pick up the water.

Chen Par stopped him: "Xiao Tan!"

Tan Chen responded, and turned around: "What's the matter, Chen Par, what's the matter?"

Chen Par held the teacup and discussed with him: "There is a real estate project that needs to be signed on the weekend. Party A hopes that we will send a lawyer to guide the signing and be a witness. You are not busy recently, so take Xiaolin there?"

Tan Chen accurately captured the word "weekend", and wanted to refuse it very much.

Chen Par reported the name of the real estate: "Century Jiahui, it seems to be quite close to where you live, four or five kilometers away?"

Gao Guy has already talked about this, Tan Chen can only swallow the words of refusal, and agree with tears.

At night, Tan Chen half leaned on the bed, turned on the reading light by the bed, and enjoyed this rare reading time.

The phone rang, breaking the silence of the night.

It's the exclusive ringtone set by Tan Chen for Wei Yu. As soon as you hear it, you know that the workaholic has come with work again.

"Mr. Wei," Tan Chen looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock, so he rolled over and lay down, brewing a sleepy voice, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Wei Yu at the desk glanced at the lower right corner of the computer, it was not yet eleven o'clock.

He frowned, somewhat incomprehensible, what he was going to say turned into a question: "Lawyer Tan, are you sick?"

Lawyer Tan was puzzled: "No, I'm fine."

Wei Yu's brows furrowed even deeper, holding the phone hesitantly: "Tonight...don't work?"

Tan Chen: "..."

Listen, what is this called!It's almost eleven o'clock!Why work!

At this moment, Tan Chen felt a little regretful that he had denied it too quickly just now, and his way out was cut off. He couldn't think of any reasonable excuse for the time being, so he had to give up.

Tan Chen: "I've finished my work tonight, so I'll go to bed early. Mr. Wei has something to tell you."

The topic turned back to the right path, and Wei Yu finally remembered the purpose of her calling.

"Wei's approached an investment project in the middle of this year, and we have some ideas recently." Wei Yu went straight to the topic, "I'm going to have an online meeting with them on Friday, can lawyer Tan attend the meeting and provide some legal support?"

His tone was not fluctuating. It didn't sound like he was asking for advice, but rather like ordering his subordinates.

Tan Chen was brought into a working state by him, and he sat up and said hello.

"The project information has been sent to Lawyer Tan's mailbox. The meeting time is at [-] pm on Friday." Wei Yu is an emotionless job posting machine.

Tan Chen: "...OK."

Seeing that Lawyer Tan didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about his work, Wei Yu seemed to have finally realized that his phone call was not at the right time and disturbed others' rest.

So he coughed lightly, and very reluctantly said the words that he could hardly say: "... rest early."

Tan Chen was startled, raised his phone to his eyes, and double-checked whether it was the workaholic Mr. Wei who said this.

He glanced at the screen twice, and was about to say "OK" to end the call when his hand slipped, and the phone fell and hit Tan Chen's face, and his nose pressed the hang-up button.

"Beep-beep-" the phone hung up.

Wei Yu in the office was holding the mobile phone, very puzzled: "Did I... say the wrong thing?"