MTL - Mission Flow-Chapter 33 on foot
The driver that Cao Su called was He Car Model. The night before yesterday, Cao Su asked Xia Ya, the housekeeper of the Kempinski Hotel Presidential Suite, to call a driver for him, who happened to be the car model He.
He left her contact information. Shenzhen University is not far from here, and it was noon on Sunday, so I called her to drive. Really driving. Don't think wrong.
He Xueqian was tall and tall, standing at 1.72 meters. She was walking on the road to the entrance of the resort with 10 cm high heels, a short-sleeved T-shirt, a short white skirt, long hair fluttering, youthful, and a sense of beauty that could not be overlooked.
The men who came in and out looked at the **** and cold girl who came, and felt their eyes glued to her. Who can stand that pair of long legs.
He Xueqian walked into the lobby on the first floor of the hotel and saw Song Jingying who was on the phone at a glance. She understood why Brother Cao told her on the phone: You will naturally know who my assistant is when you go to the hotel lobby.
She stood in the distance and waited for a while, waiting for the elegant, intellectual and beautiful young woman in stockings dressed in the workplace to finish the call and said, "Hello, Sister Song. I'm He Xueqian, and Brother Cao asked me to drive on your behalf."
Song Jingying was on the phone with her sister just now. She came to Shencheng to find a job, so she naturally wanted to explain the situation to her family.
"Oh, hello!" Song Jingying shook hands with the tall and beautiful girl in front of her, gave her the key to the Bentley, explained it clearly, and sat back in the silver-gray BMW 740Li, ignited, and started the car to leave.
She was very curious about the reason why Cao Su suddenly walked back to the hotel. She didn't believe his "exercise plan" reason.
Besides, she also wanted to see, is he bragging?
Don't look at the high-profile rebuttal that Cao Suqi didn't say just now, but in her heart, she didn't believe a word. Thirty-year-old men are still talking about ideals, and they feel that this is frivolous in words.
Mr. Cao's mouth full of "ideals" is probably full of "business". After all, "painting cakes" for employees is also one of the essential skills of being a boss.
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Dalan Group provides dormitories for employees on the production line and some employees in low-income positions. The dormitory is located in the industrial park.
However, lodging subsidies are provided to employees at the C1 level and above. 500 yuan per month. Jiang Ran, who works in the President's Office of the Digital Electronic Products Division, is renting in a community that is 15 minutes away from the Dalan Group Industrial Park.
On Sunday afternoon, Jiang Ran and her HR colleague, Sister Zhang, opened a room in the hotel to play mahjong. The 25-year-old Sichuan girl was almost at full level in her mahjong skills. The other two are also female colleagues of Dalan Group.
Sister Zhang is a very beautiful and beautiful woman. She is thirty years old, with fine skin and tender flesh, fair and smooth skin, and a graceful and beautiful figure. With a height of 1.66 meters, the place that should be big is big, and the place that should be round is round. Very stylish.
A few years ago, she went to Jiangzhou to recruit and recruited Jiang Ran to Dalan Group. Now Jiang Ran's development momentum is very good, working in the president's office. With this layer of origin, the two have a good personal relationship.
Female colleague 1 asked curiously: "Of course, didn't you say you are going to exercise today? Why do you have time to play mahjong with us?"
Sister Zhang touched the cards and said with a smile, "She is angry when they let go of Ranran's pigeons."
Jiang Ran nodded and played a card: "Fifty thousand."
At noon on Friday the day before yesterday, Cao Su invited her to go hiking on WeChat. She reserved twenty minutes before agreeing to the senior's invitation. You know, she hasn't agreed to a boy's solo invitation for a long time.
With such an excellent man, of course she is willing to date him and fall in love.
As a result, the date she was looking forward to, he sent a WeChat message last night: He was attending a class reunion, and he expected to be free at noon tomorrow.
Of course, she was "sensible" and took the initiative to push the date to next weekend. But I was determined to find an excuse not to go.
Female colleague 2 smiled and asked, "Who is it? You are so daring, you dare to let our pigeons go! Drag them down and kill them."
Several people who said it all laughed.
Jiang Ran smiled and picked up the vibrating mobile phone to read the news, but someone sent a message in the alumni group of Dalan Group.
"Damn it! There is really a talented alumni of Jiangda University in our Dalan Group! Cao Su, the art team of the Product Department under the Digital Electronic Products Division, has just resigned."
Next are some pictures. Inside is another sky blue Bentley Flying Spur by Cao Su. Some boys in the group estimate that the landing price is more than 6 million.
There is also a silhouette of an extremely beautiful workplace girl. It is said that this is Cao Su's assistant.
Jiang Ran was surprised.
On Friday morning, Cao Su drove a red Ferrari to work, and Yu Ping, the project director, apologized to him in public. The deep city has long spread. But she really didn't know that the senior still had a luxury car.
Senior Cao, how many secrets are you hiding?
Many people in the WeChat group were bombed.
Someone asked: "Are there any alumni of software engineering from the 01-level Institute of Planning in the group? Come out and talk about it."
"No. Among their classmates, Mr. Wei Haocheng from Jinzhong Communications is in charge." The implication is that no one in the Dalan Group can join this group.
"Yesterday, Cao Su entertained more than 20 classmates of software engineering from his Grade 01 Institute of Planning at the Xili Lake Resort. He finalized a tens of millions of investment projects that night, and Mr. Wei praised and followed the investment. Wealth and ability are first-class. The level. It's awesome!"
"Does anyone have his WeChat? Pull him into the group."
Of course Jiang Ran would not say in the group that she has Cao Su's WeChat account. UU reading www.uukanshu.com alumni are mixed! Not even a class group. Holding the rose-red iPhone, she called up Cao Su's WeChat and sent him a message.
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At noon in the middle of summer in the deep city, the sun can literally cook people. On both sides of the empty road, the woods were tanned and listless.
Cao Su carried two bottles of mineral water bought in the small supermarket of the resort, and threw his mobile phone in a plastic bag. He regretted it less than a kilometer away. Mad, should be hiking at night! Alternatively, find a tree-lined greenway.
And the mission of the system is also very strict: uninterrupted. He can't stop to rest or the kilometers will be recalculated.
Along the way, he gritted his teeth and walked forward. About an hour later, Song Jingying appeared beside him in a car. Wearing a pair of large sunglasses to cover her classically beautiful face, driving to prevent the sun from shining on her eyes, she shouted softly: "
Mr. Cao, do you want to rest? "
Seeing Cao Su, who was sweating profusely walking in the empty suburban streets, Song Jingying had a different emotion in her heart. She really did not expect that President Cao was actually here.
She drove the wrong way just now and didn't find him. She thought he was talking empty words, so she couldn't help sneering. But after all, he couldn't hold back and drove around again, but he really found him.
What did you say you were drawing? Performance Art? I haven't seen you live on your phone.
Cao Su waved his hand and panted, "No need. Jingying, go buy me some iced mineral water. Help me hold my phone."
He still has one bottle of mineral water left. Gotta lighten up a bit. When people are tired, the mobile phone is also a burden.
Song Jingying said, "Okay, Mr. Cao." The voice was soft that she didn't even notice. He took Cao Su's cell phone and went to the small newsstand in front to buy water.