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Chapter 1129

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Lin Ze briefly recounted the conversation between the two of them.

Song Tao's eyes widened. After hearing this, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude.

He coughed dryly and said, "So, it's really as I expected. As the saying goes, every dog has its day. It's your turn now?"

Lin Ze glanced at him and frowned. "Tell me, what do you think Zhan Huan means?"

Song Dao was about to despair at his brother's EQ.

He held his forehead. "Do you still need to ask? Hurry up and chase after her! "

Lin Ze glanced at him. "Of course I know. I won't give up. I'm just not sure what she means to me now. "

Song Dao looked at him with disappointment. "I really wonder how you managed to gain a foothold in the Lin Corporation. If you brought half of your IQ in the business world to love, you and Zhong Zhanghuan probably wouldn't be like this now. "

"If she really gave up on you and didn't like you anymore, would she still tacitly let you pursue her? With Zhan Huan's qualifications, if she didn't have feelings for you, would she have no one by her side for five years? "

"This girl is obviously throwing a tantrum. There's no problem. You've wasted so many years of her time. It's only right for her to throw a tantrum and want to punish you. "

Song Dao egged his good friend on. "This time, don't let go of this opportunity. No matter how much Zhong Zhanghuan likes you, you should really thank the heavens that a girl can do this for you. "

Lin Ze's heart was suddenly enlightened.

He said to Song Dao, "Thank you, Brother. When I get Zhan Huan, I'll treat you to a meal."

Song Dao looked at his energetic appearance and sighed in his heart. I'm afraid you're going to suffer this time.

What he said just now was indeed what he was thinking.

It was just that he didn't say some things, afraid that it would dampen his good friend's enthusiasm.

Based on his understanding of Zhong Zhanghuan, this girl wasn't willing to suffer losses.

She had probably given Lin Ze the biggest concession in her life. Now that Lin Ze wanted to start over, it wouldn't be easy.

But thinking about it from another perspective, if he, Song Dao, met someone like Lin Ze and wanted to start over?

If I don't torment you until you're half-dead, I won't be called Song Dao!

Therefore, regarding the fate that his good friend was about to face, Song Tao expressed his love (joy) and wish that he could (joy) help (see).

On the other side, Lin Ze returned to the company and immediately asked his secretary to think of a way to get Gu Shengyin's group's activity plan, which was the itinerary for a period of time in the future.

This kind of thing wasn't too confidential, and he could get his hands on it with some effort.

However …

The secretary was a little confused as he looked at the task given to him by his general manager. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?

Was the general manager actually a fashion maniac?

She shook her head and threw these strange thoughts out of her mind.

It wasn't easy to find out about her boss's gossip. She just had to obediently complete the tasks assigned to her by the higher-ups.

To be able to become the general manager's secretary, her ability was naturally not for show.

That afternoon, a thick itinerary appeared in front of Lin Ze's desk.

Lin Ze flipped through the pages one by one.

"Secretary Wang, postpone everything for tomorrow morning. I have something to do in the morning."

"Yes, General Manager." Secretary Wang was a little puzzled. There was originally a department report meeting tomorrow morning, but it seemed like he could only push it to the afternoon.

However, he hadn't heard of any activities for the general manager before.

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