Chen Zheng, the prince and general manager of Simeiqi Company, has always been inexplicably anxious these days.

Just like this, his right eyelid kept thrusting happily, and I don’t know why.

He did not believe in Feng Shui omen, but believed in his intuition. At this time, the lights were on, and the lights outside the window were bright, looking calm and warm, embellishing the illusion of peace. He leaned into the boss's chair, closed his eyes, and began to review the major events in the past few days.

The "carcinogen" scandal is naturally the most deadly thing, but it will not be serious. No one is foolish in this industry. It is obvious that the law does not blame the public, and the second is that consumers are very forgetful creatures. As long as they keep calm and wait for the limelight to pass, they will naturally buy whatever they should buy, and their performance will come back soon.

The negotiations were also very smooth with the procurement project of the famous Mingsheng Group in China. Although there was a strong competitor like Xinbaorui, he was determined to win this big order. As for Ada? If it were changed, Chen Zheng would have regarded it as his biggest competitor. But now...hehehe.

What else has been missed?

After thinking for a while, he called his assistant.

"Call them and ask about the current situation of those two families." He said thoughtfully.

The assistant understood that "they" meant spies buried in Xinbaorui and Ida.

I called Xinbaorui and quickly connected, saying that the situation was normal, Xinbaorui should produce and the marketing should be marketing. It only suspended the launch of new products to avoid the edge of the "carcinogen" scandal.

Chen Zheng is very satisfied. Xinbaorui is the leader of the industry and has a good posture this time.

He called Aida again, and the phone turned off this time. Chen Zheng looked solemn and sat upright.

I called again after a while, but the phone was turned off.

The assistant hesitated: "Is there no power? I'll check it."

Chen Zheng looked solemn and waved his hand to let him go out.

After leaning in the boss's chair for a while, he took out his cell phone and took out a number from his address book.

Lin Qian.

After living for twenty-eight years, Lin Qian was the first woman to send him out and smash it back to his face.

I heard that she went to Aida and was promoted to CEO assistant. From this point of view, this woman really doesn't take him as her ex-boss seriously at all.

Chen Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, pressed the dial button, and delivered the phone to his ear.

"Sorry, the phone number you called has been turned off..."

Chen Zheng threw his cell phone on the desk, called the assistant again, and ordered: "Ida something is wrong. I may have made big moves recently. Gu Yanzhi is now in power, who knows what he will do? Check it out immediately."

——

The night is dark, there are no stars on the sky, only a few sporadic lights in the park, flashing quietly.

Li Zhicheng walked in front and Lin Qian was behind. He walked towards the dormitory building hundreds of meters away from each other, three or four steps away.

The cement road was flat and gray, and Lin Qian's short boots were stomping on his head, making a slight sound. She looked up at his straight and quiet figure, and the baseball cap covered his eyes again.

"I don't know when it will snow this year." Lin Qian said to herself.

I thought he couldn't speak, but I heard a warm and low voice coming from: "Do you want it snowing?"

Lin Qian looked up and saw that he was still putting his hands in his pockets and walking forward with force, but because of his words, white air appeared on his cheeks.

"Yes." Lin Qian replied with a smile, "I think it's very good to snow, I like it very much."

“It will snow tomorrow.”

Lin Qian was slightly stunned. He had already walked to the door of the dormitory, opened the door and went in.

The weather forecast does not say there will be snow.

Is this a magical wild survival skill like a military man? You can tell that it is windy and rainy when you look at the sky.

I have to say that the military breed is indeed practical and easy to use no matter where it is placed.

——

The two walked into the dormitory corridor.

The sensing light lit up instantly, and such a tall guy stood beside Lin Qian, and it felt like the corridor was much narrower. Lin Qian's room was the first one on the left. She rubbed her hands, which were cold and cold, took out the key and inserted it into the hole, and was suddenly stunned.

Did she get dazzled just now? Why did she see a shadow flashing quickly in the corner at the end of the corridor ahead from the corner?

She immediately turned to look at Li Zhicheng, and found that his face had changed, and his eyes were staring ahead with a sharp look.

She read that right, there are really people. It’s so late at night, and it’s said that everyone should be sleeping in the room for a day and a night of work.

Lin Qian took a breath and his voice was very low: "You go to the gate to guard it, I'll go over and take a look. Don't act rashly."

Just as I was about to tiptoe forward, I felt two sharp eyes falling on me.

Li Zhicheng was looking at her, his eyes clear and imposing.

Lin Qian winked at him: What's wrong? Go!

Before I could finish this look, I felt someone pushing my waist.

"Quiet. Go back to the room." His simple and powerful voice came from his ears, and his dark and clear eyes were so close.

He ignored her command at all, and even gave her instructions.

The door in front of her opened at the same time, and she staggered, and the person had been forcibly pushed into the black-black room. Then there was a slight "click" sound, and the door closed behind her.

Lin Qian was stunned for a moment, turned around immediately, lay on the cat's eye at the door, and kept looking out.

But Li Zhicheng is truly worthy of the title of "Big Cat". He doesn't have any sound when walking, and he doesn't know which direction he is heading. The corridor is quiet, and there is no movement for a while.

Lin Qian maintained this tight and uncomfortable posture for a long time and finally got tired and gave up.

She kicked off her boots, walked back to the bed, and fell down.

A few minutes later, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"Dongdong, dongdong." It is neither light nor heavy, even and rhythmic.

Lin Qian got up from the bed suspiciously and lay on the cat's eyes again to see: baseball cap, black coat, long legs...

She immediately pulled the door open.

Li Zhicheng stood under the lamp, with a plain expression, and handed her a tube of ointment in his hand calmly.

It's like nothing happened just now.

But Lin Qian was still worried. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he simply lowered his voice: "Come in and say."

Li Zhicheng raised his eyebrows slightly, took a long leg and walked in for two steps. Seeing her not talking, she was a little bit silent.

Lin Qian closed the door gently: "How is it? What happened just now? What did you see in the past?"

Li Zhicheng calmed down for a moment and replied: "No one."

Lin Qian didn't believe it very much: "Really?"

He glanced at her, turned around and opened the door and went out.

Lin Qian grabbed his arm: "I haven't finished talking yet! If you investigate what happened tonight tomorrow, you have to testify to me. I have been with you all the time and there is no abnormal movement."

He turned to look at her, his voice low and powerful: "The clear one will clear one's own."

Lin Qian said "cut": "This is a deception to a kind fool."

He stared at her without saying a word, his eyes dark and dark.

He was already a head taller than her, and the two of them were standing very close at this moment. He almost blocked all the light above her head. Lin Qian was a little uncomfortable with his sharp black eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Is there anything else?" he asked slowly.

Lin Qian: "...nothing."

He immediately opened the door and left.

As soon as he left, Lin Qian felt relieved.

This big cat looks serious occasionally and is quite cunning.

——

The next morning, the weather was calm. No one was investigated, and no one mentioned that something was strange last night.

Lin Qian naturally didn't mention it.

However, after working hard for several hours, Gu Yanzhi ordered him to see him.

Although it was in a temporary office building, Gu Yanzhi's office was still elegantly decorated. The boss's desk was worn and dark, and there was a large screen partition inside and outside. Gu Yanzhi sat behind the table, looking very nice and quite confident.

Lin Qian was also a little infected by his posture. She felt very confident about this crisis public relations. So she smiled and said, "Mr. Gu, are you asking me for trouble?"

He threw a manuscript before her: "Look, give me some advice."

It was his speech at tomorrow's press conference as the head of the group. This is the top priority of the entire crisis public relations process. Lin Qian took it carefully. After reading a few lines, he praised it in his heart.

The speech is very concise and clear, and it is very straightforward. The apology part is very sincere and simple, and there is nothing that makes people feel that they are shirking responsibility and false words.

Lin Qian finished reading it quickly and looked up at him: "I think it's very well written."

Gu Yanzhi stared at her with a smile: "Of course, I will use poorly written manuscripts? What I want is constructive opinions."

Lin Qian didn't hesitate, and pondered for a moment, saying, "There are two small places to optimize."

Gu Yanzhi became interested: "Say."
To be continued...