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Chapter 150

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"My best friend's blind date has such a powerful background!" Bai Xiaonian chuckled and took the water bottle from Lin Nuan's hand, still holding the lollipop in her hand. "Let me drink some water to calm myself down!"



After the meeting, Fu Huai 'an returned to his office and opened the WeChat message Tang Zheng had sent him.

Fu Huai 'an, who was wearing a shirt and suit pants, had a tall and slender figure. He leaned against the large office desk, biting a cigarette at the corner of his lips. He took out his tie and placed it on the desk. He slightly raised his chiseled jaw and unbuttoned three buttons at the collar of his shirt, unable to conceal his irritation.

Lu Jinnan sat on the sofa and lit up a cigarette with an angry look. He threw the metal lighter and the cigarette box on the coffee table.

"What does the old man mean? First, he urged us to open the Platinum Life City project, saying that we would definitely get the presale certificate. Tang Zheng and I had no choice but to beg and beg to get the presale certificate. Now he's stopping us from opening the project. What's the meaning of this? Doesn't he know that we have to open the project within ten days after we get the presale certificate? "

Fu Huai 'an withdrew his gaze from Lu Jinnan and looked down …

He saw a picture of a fair-looking man giving roses to Lin Nuan. Fu Huai 'an narrowed his eyes and swallowed. He moved the cigarette away from his mouth and enlarged the picture with the hand holding the cigarette.

"When I came this morning, I heard that Dan Yiming was replaced in the design department!" Lu Jinnan suddenly said to Fu Huai 'an, "The old man has already started to take over your position! I don't know how Tang Zheng's negotiation is going, and if he can sell us the shares. There's less than half a year left, so we have to make every second count. Otherwise, the major shareholders and the old man on the board of directors will be on the same side. It's just a matter of you being replaced. "

Fu Huai 'an pulled the ashtray on the big office desk to his side, tapped the cigarette ash, and exited the photo interface. "It's not urgent."

As he said that, Tang Zheng pushed the door open and rushed in. "Old Fu, it's bad! That gigolo's background is not simple. Your Lin Nuan is too good at attracting people, and the men she gets are not easy to deal with! "

Tang Zheng didn't bother looking at Lu Jinnan's furious expression. He sat down steadily on the sofa and said, "I asked around on the way here. Guess who the person who sent Lin Nuan the flowers was? It was actually the recipient of this year's Nobel Prize in Biology, Liu Mingchen! Moreover, he's childhood sweetheart with your Lin Nuan … "

"What gigolo?" Lu Jinnan was baffled by Tang Zheng's random words.

"Old Fu didn't tell you? I sent a photo to Old Fu. Someone is courting Lin Nuan … "

Tang Zheng then took out his phone, opened the photo album, and showed it to Lu Jinnan.

Lu Jinnan took the phone with the hand holding the cigarette. He took a look and enlarged the photo, focusing on Liu Mingchen.

He bit on the cigarette and curled his lips. He looked at Liu Mingchen with a critical gaze. "This kind of blockhead who does scientific research knows to send flowers when he's picking up girls?! He looks fair and clean, and he doesn't look mature! "

Lu Jinnan passed the phone back to Tang Zheng and removed the cigarette from the corner of his mouth. "I've heard that these kinds of people who do scientific research all day have no time to sharpen their guns. Not only are they quick shots, but their skills and stamina aren't up to par. I'm afraid they can't do it in bed!"

"How did the discussion go at noon?" Fu Huai 'an asked.

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