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Chapter 133

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    Hanging up the phone, he took advantage of the opportunity to sit in the office chair, the bluish-white smoke curled away from his fingers, and Cheng Yongsheng's loud words echoed in his ears:

    "I, Cheng Yongsheng, can push someone to the position of executive director, and I have the ability to make the board of directors re-elect."

    The next thing that jumped into my mind was a glimpse of Cheng Yiyuan and Miss Wen Jia sitting opposite each other. The man turned his back to him and couldn't see his expression, while the woman was talking happily.

    The screen flashed, and then switched to the sunny pavilion in the afternoon. It was his own voice: "Miss Wen has been very close to Mr. Cheng recently."

    "Mr. Zhou, you are really well-informed! She has been busy dating recently, but she left me out in the cold."

    Zhou Shaoting dusted off the cigarette ash, picked up the phone, and dialed Zhong Kai's short number, "Come here."

    As soon as Zhong Kai appeared, Zhou Shaoting raised his eyes and explained plainly: "That hrm's bidding plan needs to be changed."

    hrm (hotel&restaurant management) is the abbreviation of Yijiang's internal bidding project for hotel and large restaurant management launched this time.

    Zhong Kai asked for instructions: "How do you think it should be changed?"

    Zhou Shaoting suddenly heard a familiar soft whisper: "Yiyuan is a clear-hearted, upright and open-minded person He should think about the long-term of the company."

    He clenched his fist against the space between his eyebrows, and asked himself for the last time: Do you want to trust Cheng Yiyuan?

    The answer is yes.  However, trust belongs to trust. At this juncture, there should be no negligence or any risk.

    Zhou Shaoting extinguished the cigarette butt, his tone was light but decisive, "Adjust the hard conditions and screen out Youhua."

    Zhong Kai's brain short-circuited for a moment, and he blurted out: "Mr. Cheng didn't pass that project, so you are quite optimistic about it?"

    Zhou Shaoting raised his eyes to look at him, without distinguishing his emotions, Zhong Kai immediately lowered his head, "I understand."

    Cheng Yiyuan came out of Mingxin Hospital and unlocked his car in the parking lot in the backyard. As soon as his hand touched the door handle, he heard a soft female voice behind him calling his name.

    Cheng Yiyuan turned his head and saw Wen Jiaqi in a white coat walking towards him from the corridor connecting the two floors.

    Cheng Yiyuan looked at her attire, which had a very special professional aesthetic, which was different from his previous impression, and made him feel a little strange.

    "Are you working here?" Cheng Yiyuan couldn't hide his surprise.

    Wen Jiaqi seemed a little unhappy, "Didn't I tell you earlier that I'm here as an intern, and only after the internship period is over and I perform well can I stay." She curled her lower lip slightly, not without regret  "Hmm," said, "It seems that you don't even remember."

    Cheng Yiyuan smiled apologetically, and vaguely remembered that it was still at his sister's birthday dinner, Wen Jiaqi chatted with him, saying that she had graduated, was an intern at a certain hospital, and so on.  But these things, he didn't think about them at all at the time, leaving only a very vague impression.

    Wen Jiaqi didn't really mind, checked Cheng Yiyuan's face, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

    Cheng Yiyuan was startled, and then realized that he was in a hospital, so he smiled loosely, "Let me see a patent we submitted, and your hospital is the first one that is clinically practical."

    Wen Jiaqi blinked, "Is it the ppd (tuberculin test) high-precision screening system?"

    Cheng Yiyuan wondered, "How do you know?"

    "Director Xu from the tuberculosis department is my mother's classmate." Wen Jiaqi glanced at the car beside Cheng Yiyuan, "Where are you going now?"

    As she asked, she took out her mobile phone from the pocket of her white coat and looked at it, "Well, it's almost time for dinner."

    "Then let's go eat." Cheng Yiyuan replied dispensable.

    Wen Jiaqi deliberately ignored his inactive attitude, and warmly invited: "Let's go together? How about I invite you?"

    Cheng Yiyuan smiled, polite but a little distant, "You don't get paid for nothing."

    Wen Jiaqi didn't mind, and said generously: "Then invite me. I can tell you about the ppd system. Of course, if you are interested, I can also tell you about the common sense of health care in autumn and winter.  .¡±

    Cheng Yiyuan really felt that the kindness was hard to turn down, and he was not disgusted with this down-to-earth and sincere girl, so he nodded with a smile.

    "Then wait for me, I'll go change." Wen Jiaqi walked away happily after finishing speaking.

    She reappeared in Cheng Yiyuan's line of sight, and she had already changed out of the white coat that symbolized her professional status. She wore a simple dark green trench coat with long sleeves and a thin turtleneck sweater inside.Then, before he could answer a few words, his expression became more and more serious.

    Wen Jiaqi saw it and knew it must be bad news, and it was urgent.  Because Cheng Yiyuan waved to the waiter before hanging up the phone, it seemed that he was about to pay the bill and leave.

    "What happened?" Wen Jiaqi waited for him to end the call, and immediately asked with concern.

    "No, I'll go back and take care of things at work, and you can eat slowly." While speaking, the waiter had already arrived, and Cheng Yiyuan gave him a round amount according to the bill, picked up the coat beside him, and stood up.

    Wen Jiaqi looked up at him, with uneasiness, doubts, and a little regret in his eyes, but Cheng Yiyuan had no intention of speculating at all.  He finally said to the girl in the seat: "Have a nice lunch", and then hurried away.

    Wen Jiaqi looked at the neatly cut steak on the opposite plate, slowly chewed the food in his mouth, recalling the last four words Cheng Yiyuan left behind - "Have a nice lunch".  what does it mean?  Are you saying that eating with yourself is a pleasure?  Or a polite perfunctory?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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