"Bro, I can't believe that you're the bastard who kept a mistress …"
Chen Lan murmured.
"Nonsense! I'm not! We're just classmates! "
Chen Hansheng felt wronged. He turned to Shang Yeonyeon and said, "I only lent you 2 million yuan to open a café. We're just in a simple debt relationship. Don't slander my reputation in front of my sister. I've always been her role model ever since she was a little girl."
"Blargh … Blargh …"
Chen Lan patted her chest and said, "I'm carsick. I feel like throwing up."
"Spit it out and swallow it!"
Chen Hansheng glared at his sister.
"Class leader!"
Shang Yanyan covered her mouth and laughed, "Don't vent your anger on a child. Besides, is it really that hard to turn a debt relationship into a lover relationship? You know that I have a bed upstairs, and I can complete the transformation in just one afternoon …"
"Gulp!"
Chen Lan swallowed her saliva. This was the part that was not suitable for children (the most interesting part).
"My brother is still the same young man. He hasn't changed at all."
Chen Lan couldn't help but sigh. When she was little, she liked to play with Chen Hansheng because her brother was wild and could always find interesting things to do.
He would dig out bird eggs, steal corn, or throw firecrackers into a cesspool …
When she grew up, she thought that her brother would no longer be as childish as before. She didn't expect that her brother would still have so many tricks up his sleeves. He didn't play with birds anymore, but he played with other things.
"Lan, listen to me. Actually, I'm not that kind of person. Shang Yeonyeon and I are as clean as a piece of white paper."
Chen Hansheng still wanted to save some dignity for himself.
"But you've hugged, kissed, and even looked at me. Is this really clean?"
Shang Yeonyeon pretended to be wronged and said.
"F * ck …"
Chen Hansheng suddenly didn't know how to explain himself.
"Bro, you don't have to say anything. You don't have to say anything."
Chen Lan gave Chen Hansheng a look that said, "Sister, I know everything." She got out of the car and entered the café.
To Chen Lan, who was a fence sitter, the more girls her brother had around him, the more opportunities her sister would have in Jianye. As for relationships, they were all children of the pugilistic world, so there was no need to be so particular about it.
"Shang Yeonyeon, are you crazy? Don't call me daddy next time!"
Chen Hansheng scolded. Shang Yeonyeon shrugged and didn't care. But after the Land Rover left, she said softly, "Not only have you hugged and kissed me, but you've also saved me."
… ….
Chen Hansheng arrived at the Nutshell Electronics Factory. The launch of the Nutshell phone was imminent. Every line had been mobilized. The R&D department, the production department, the network department, the sales department, the administrative department, the storage department, and the Guomi Research Institute were all operating in an orderly manner.
"Xiaoyu, can you accompany me for a walk around the factory?"
Chen Hansheng called his secretary.
This was a necessary activity for him recently. He would randomly ask someone to accompany him on his rounds and observe the mood of the employees.
Generally speaking, everyone was nervous and a little excited.
They were nervous because the Nutshell phone was about to be launched. It was also an answer to their busy work in the past six months.
They were excited because everyone knew that this was a profitable project. It was just a matter of whether the answer would be 90 or 95 points.
"After all, they are soldiers who have fought in wars. Their qualities are indeed different."
Chen Hansheng praised as he walked.
Many employees in the Nutshell Electronics Factory had experienced the "War of Fire" with New Era. At that time, fake news was everywhere, and the situation changed day by day. Chen Hansheng had to play chess to pass his days. New Era was even worse. There were several group fights.
Compared to that time, it was almost an "era of peace." Especially when their neighbor, Mr. Zheng, had joined the Guomi Research Institute. They were really the Condor Heroes.
"Director Chen."
Nie Xiaoyu flipped through her notebook and called out her personal name. "Some representatives of distributors have already arrived at Jianye. Sister Jing has decided to hold a distributor meeting on the 20th of the day after tomorrow. Who do you plan to host it?"
"Host?"
Chen Hansheng thought for a while. The faces of several executives slid through his mind one by one. Finally, he said, "Why don't I just do it? Actually, Cao Jiande can do it, but I also want to meet them."
"What?"
Nie Xiaoyu was about to record it when she stopped. "Director Chen, you're going to do it personally? This is too high of a standard. It's just a group of distributors. If there's really no suitable host, I can do it."
"What? You can you up?"
Chen Hansheng glanced at his little secretary. Nie Xiaoyu was one of the more "favored" executives in the factory. One was because of her young age and cute personality. The other was because Chen Hansheng supported her.
Sister Kong and Li Xiaokai went to work in suits and leather shoes. Nie Xiaoyu often wore casual clothes. In the entire Nutshell Electronics Factory, only three people had this privilege.
Chen Hansheng was definitely one of them.
Nie Xiaoyu was also one of them.
The third one was Wang Zibo, the manager of Zhibo Network Company. Because he was not a contracted employee of Nutshell Electronics Factory, no one gave him a uniform.
Actually, if he thought about it carefully, this was probably "Relationship".
"Yes, I can I up!"
Nie Xiaoyu swung her short hair and said firmly.
Today, she was wearing a sweater with a picture of "Gray Plains Sorrow" from "Detective Conan". The two of them did look similar.
"Baby, you can't."
Chen Hansheng said with a smile, "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."
This was the little secretary's catchphrase — you're still far from it.
"I don't believe it."
Nie Xiaoyu was unhappy. "It's just introducing the advantages of the shell phone to the distributor. What's so difficult about that?"
"It's easy to say, but it's not that easy to do."
Chen Hansheng mentioned a person, "Do you still remember our Chong?"
"Yes, a middle-aged man who likes massages."
Nie Xiaoyu muttered. That was Zhong Jiancheng's impression in her heart.
"Almost all the distributor representatives are like this. They are experienced people who eat, drink, whore, and gamble. The questions raised by these dogs are realistic and sharp."
Chen Hansheng said, "My suggestion is Bridge Bean Sack. After two years, when you become more mature, there should be no problem."
The little secretary pouted and didn't say anything. She seemed to be unconvinced.
"Hehe."
Chen Hansheng smiled. If the relationship between him and Shang Yeonyeon was an "unclean" fake relationship, then the relationship between him and the little secretary was really as pure as a piece of white paper.
The relationship between the two was very deep, but there were no feelings between a man and a woman. The little secretary had been scolded by Chen Hansheng for more than three years and had also been a tool for more than three years. In fact, she had also been trained and "spoiled" by Chen Hansheng for more than three years.
"If you don't believe me, you can go on stage and take three moves from them at the distributor meeting on the 20th."
Chen Hansheng flicked the little secretary's head.
Only then did Nie Xiaoyu become happy. However, when Sister Kong, Cao Jiande, and the others heard Chen Hansheng's decision, they were a little surprised.
"Fortunately, it's not a very formal meeting. It's mainly for communication and contact. The location is also only in the electronics factory. It shouldn't matter."
Cao Jiande thought enviously. The intention of the big boss to train Nie Xiaoyu was very obvious. She was a real direct descendant.
However, the little secretary felt that she was being "despised" by others. She thought that she had been the student council's class committee and had also opened up the university market for Rocket 101. Now that she was the big secretary of the shell company, could it be that she couldn't handle a group of greasy uncles?
… …
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