Back at the Golden Palm, an Aston Martin was parked at the entrance. The exhaust pipe was emitting exhaust gas.
Lin Jiaojiao's Audi seemed to have become invisible as it quietly parked at the side.
In the Golden Palm, luxury cars could be seen everywhere, and the Aston Martin was not very eye-catching. This was because the color of the car was very strange. It looked like it had been modified.
"Boss, there really is someone who made the car colorful and black. This taste is amazing! "Su Yun looked at the car and could not help but laugh.
"It's probably someone looking for Sister Lin," Zheng Ren said. "Yiren, I'll go down and have a word with Sister Lin first."
"Okay." Xie Yiren glanced at the car and was not interested. She stopped the car and let Zheng Ren go first. Su Yun got out of the car with him. The Volvo drove into the underground garage in a low-key manner.
"Sister Lin." When Zheng Ren got out of the car, Lin Jiaojiao had already seen Xie Yiren's Volvo. She walked out of the Aston Martin and introduced with a smile, "Boss Zheng, this is CEO Meng."
Beside Lin Jiaojiao stood a man with white hair who looked to be in his fifties.
He was about 1.6 meters tall and short and fat. He was almost the same height horizontally and vertically.
Su Yun could not help but laugh. However, no matter who this person was, it was not polite to laugh in front of him. He could only hold it in with difficulty.
However, when he recalled the white, long, and straight thighs that day and the cube in front of him, Su Yun could not help but sigh. Money was really omnipotent.
"Hello, CEO Meng." Zheng Ren reached out his hand and pretended to be enthusiastic.
"Hello, CEO Zheng." CEO Meng reached out his hand reservedly and shook Zheng Ren's hand before letting go.
He then reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief.
"CEO Meng?" Lin Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched.
In order to prevent anything from happening, Lin Jiaojiao specially reminded him many times. However, he was fine just now, but this guy caused trouble for her.
"Oh." CEO Meng realized that it was not right to do so. He immediately wiped his non-existent sweat with a handkerchief and said, "Boss Zheng, I'll have to trouble you for the matter that day."
After saying that, he put the handkerchief back.
Su Yun shook his head as he watched. Lin Jiaojiao had to deal with these colorful nouveau riche every day. However, with her business level, she was still in the primitive accumulation stage, so this kind of hard work was necessary.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just looked at the radiographic films," Zheng Ren said with a gentle smile.
"I just came back from abroad. I couldn't help it. I was entangled by a big business. It was all thanks to Xiao Lin's help," Director Meng said calmly.
This was a faint pretentiousness, but next to the colorful Black, no matter how one looked at it, it was funny.
"Director Meng brought the child to see the doctor today. The diagnosis was the same as Boss Zheng's. They didn't say anything about the milk, but I advise CEO Meng to be obedient, "Lin Jiaojiao said with a smile.
Su Yun curled his lips. Just as he was about to speak, Zheng Ren seemed to know what he wanted to say and said directly, "Oh, that's very hard. Sister Lin, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first. "
The short fatty frowned. His eyebrows were very light, as if there were no eyebrows at all. Only two fleshy worms could be seen wriggling under his forehead.
"Boss Zheng, this is a small token of appreciation for your diagnosis." The short, fat man took out a black bag from the car. Judging from the logo, it was an LV.
The bag was very heavy, and it was very difficult for the short, fat man to carry it.
"Pfft ~" Su Yun finally could not hold it in and laughed out loud.
"What do you mean?" The short, fat man could not hold it in anymore. He glared at Su Yun and asked.
"CEO Meng, CEO Meng, I don't mean anything else. It's just such a big bag of cash. Is it heavy? Last time, someone wanted to send cash. I think it's too troublesome. "Su Yun's words sounded very gentle, but his expression made CEO Meng want to jump up and slap him.
"What do you mean?" CEO Meng held it in and asked coldly.
"CEO Meng, let me tell you, if you want to use cash to act cool, it's best to have subordinates. Look at Zou Jiahua in Xiangjiang. He did a good job. He was a butler and a secretary who found someone to send cash. More than a dozen boxes were opened. It was quite imposing. "Su Yun chuckled and did not hide his contempt." You're too lowly. "
Lin Jiaojiao's expression changed. It was a little ugly. She was afraid that something would happen. She had told CEO Meng countless times beforehand, but he actually hid it from her and used money to throw at CEO Zheng?
If it was half a year ago, when she sent the radish, this move might have been useful. But now, it was really useless.
Lin Jiaojiao was speechless. Forget it. As long as they did not fight, it would be fine. She would apologize to CEO Zheng later.
"Who are you talking about?" CEO Meng's expression suddenly changed.
"Zou Jiahua, do you know him?" Su Yun smiled and said, "If you want to say that traditional culture is in Xiangjiang, that is indeed the case. CEO Meng, if you have time, learn from him. Your colorful black is also very unserious. "
As he said that, Zheng Ren patted Su Yun's shoulder and smiled at Lin Jiaojiao. "Sister Lin, if there's nothing else, we'll go back."
Lin Jiaojiao quickly nodded and pretended not to see CEO Meng's ugly expression. She smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I just came to thank you. CEO Zheng doesn't have time, so let's talk about it another day."
"CEO Zheng? Are you waiting for me? " Song Ying got out of a commercial vehicle. Beside him were two people in white chef's uniforms, carrying the many ingredients that Zheng Ren had just ordered.
"Oh, a friend came to see the doctor." Zheng Ren saw that it was Song Ying and went up to him with a smile.
"Eh? Isn't this Little Meng? " Song Ying actually knew that person. He glanced at the Aston Martin that was painted in a colorful black color and smiled. "Little Meng, just look for CEO Zheng to see the doctor."
"Brother … Brother Song." The short and fat man surnamed Meng's expression changed. He moved closer with a flattering smile. "What are you doing?"
"Boss Zheng wants some ingredients. I'm rushing over to deliver them." Song Ying chuckled and said, "Are you done seeing the doctor?"
"I'm done, I'm done." He wanted to bend down. He tried very hard to bend down, but in theory, a cube could not bend down.
Song Ying saw that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were about to go home, so he knew what to do. He said, "Then let's go back quickly. I'll send the things to CEO Zheng."
As he spoke, he brought his two chefs and followed Zheng Ren into the Golden Palm.
"Manager Song, do you know CEO Meng just now?"
"I met him a few years ago. He offended someone, and someone came to me to plead for him. I set up a table and wine, "Song Ying said with a smile." People like Little Meng are just local tycoons in the countryside. They have never seen much of the world in their lives. Last time, I helped him a little and he said he wanted to thank me. I haven't seen him until now, "Song Ying said lightly.
Zheng Ren smiled. This Manager Song did not seem to be a simple person.
"Manager Song, next time, you don't have to come personally. Just get someone to deliver it," Zheng Ren said.
"Manager Song, next time, you don't have to come personally. Just get someone to deliver it to you," Zheng Ren said.
"I'm going home, so I brought someone over to save myself the trouble," Song Ying said with a smile.
Watching them walk into the Golden Palm, Lin Jiaojiao's gaze gradually became complicated.
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He recommended a book, "The Age of Beauty" by the old author, Qiu Yueming. The cover was the most special one he had seen in many years. He gritted his teeth. He read more than ten chapters while driving. The writing was smooth and experienced, so he put it on the bookshelf.
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