Chapter 1392 It's a Pity that You Are No Longer Young

Rich people like to set up a secret base for themselves. The man is for the golden house to hide his beauty, but the woman, hehe~

This ordinary apartment located in Midtown Manhattan, with an area of ​​less than 100 square meters, is expensive because it is only a 10-minute walk from Central Park.

The night was cool, with the windows open, the sound of cars passing by could be heard from time to time, but it was automatically blocked by Yang Cheng and Zhao Anqi.

After they spoke at the same time, they fell into a brief silence again. Angie Zhao sighed, "When Collins was recruited back then, he put forward several conditions, one of which was to sell him a few scrapped freighters. As for what he would use for it, we didn't ask. , After all, everyone has their own secrets."

Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes, "But you all know what he's up to."

Zhao Anqi seemed to be having trouble opening her mouth, but nodded her head with great effort.

Yang Cheng leaned back, regardless of whether this was a woman's house or not, she directly lit a thin cigar and kept puffing.

The aroma of the specially made chocolate filled the air, and Zhao Anqi took a deep breath of the second-hand smoke with some enjoyment. She stood up and sat down, leaning slightly on Yang Cheng, took the burning cigar from his hand, and took a puff skillfully. Shall I send some too?"

Yang Cheng looked at the woman dumbfounded, "Is it time to talk about cigars?"

Zhao Anqi rested her head on Yang Cheng's shoulder, and sat on her side, "Jason, I said I was belatedly aware, do you believe me?"

Yang Cheng didn't hesitate at all, "Letter~"

Zhao Anqi turned her head abruptly, and breathed smoke meaningfully at Yang Cheng, "Just trust me like that?"

Yang Cheng didn't hide, let the lingering smoke envelope her, "I don't believe you, but I believe my eyes."

Zhao Anqi smiled, poked her head and left a bright red mark on Yang Cheng's cheek, "Your eyes are very sharp, I really realized it later, the second sister was always in charge of this matter, when I had to After knowing it, I had a quarrel with her, but what can I do? Order her to report Collins?

Our family and Collins are in the same boat, and the most ridiculous thing is that we pulled Collins into the boat with our own hands. "

Yang Cheng looked up at the ceiling, "That's why Collins was arrested, and you are so anxious to shut him up, or even get rid of him?"

"That's right~"

Yang Cheng sneered, "It's a pity that there are thousands of calculations, and I didn't count the accident on the cargo ship, and I was blocked by F~B~I."

Zhao Anqi leaned on Yang Cheng's shoulder again, and said expressionlessly, "As long as F~B~I's case is closed, we will be completely safe."

"Collins promises to take all the charges?"

"So what if you don't agree? Does he still want to kill his family and friends?"

Yang Chengquan pretended not to hear this sentence, and now, if Collins really didn't keep his mouth shut, the Zhao family wouldn't be able to use drastic methods.

The voice changed, "Is your Zhao family involved in smuggling and si business?"

Zhao Anqi smiled wryly, "I didn't even pay me a penny."

Yang Cheng's eyes were strange, "You are also the top leader of the old man after he retires. Will this kind of thing go through you?"

Zhao Anqi turned her head and said in a slightly angry tone, "I'm the little girl,

Nature must be protected. "

Yang Cheng suddenly realized that this was the case.

"Okay, I won't participate in this matter anymore, I believe you have a solution."

Zhao Anqi said softly, "Well, don't worry about it~"

Then he suddenly sat up on his knees, strangled Yang Cheng's neck pretending to be fierce, and asked with a little reproach, "Say, did you just want to separate yourself from me?"

As soon as Yang Cheng stretched out her arms to embrace her weak and boneless waist, she looked like a 40-year-old woman. No one dared to question her figure when she was 30 years old. What's more, Zhao Anqi's charm was something that a 30-year-old woman could not cultivate .

"Don't think about it, how is it possible, I still think about how to pick you out once the worst happens."

Zhao Anqi had a look of disbelief, "You can't believe a word of a man's nonsense, seeing how you dragged me out of my friend's house angrily, how can you have good intentions?"

While talking, he was puzzled, and punched Yang Cheng's chest. Of course, that bit of strength was no different from scratching an itch. "It's all your fault. How can I face my friend in the future?"

Yang Cheng smirked, "It's enough to have me, what kind of friends do you want~"

The rascal's words made Zhao Anqi laugh angrily, stretched out her hand to caress the lines of Yang Cheng's tough cheeks, gazed affectionately into those dark eyes, and said sadly, "If I were ten years younger, I would definitely not give it to other women. Chance."

Yang Cheng blinked, "So, are you jealous of Luo Yue?"

Zhao Anqi pushed Yang Cheng's big face away angrily, "Get out~"

It was a long night, and I felt sorry for Hansen's team waiting below, but Yang Cheng finally didn't forget them. An hour after going upstairs, he called Hansen and told him to keep two people on duty, and the rest could I went home and rested.

Anyway, he will not go downstairs tonight, there will be no danger.

. . . . . .

At noon the next day, while eating lunch, Yang Cheng received a call from Cary, who only said one sentence from the beginning to the end: Collins had a heart attack and died after rescue failed.

Yang Cheng didn't say a word, she hung up the phone silently, and ate lunch in a melancholy manner, showing no emotions.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood. There were still a few important guests to meet in the afternoon, and no one noticed anything unusual, let alone any omissions.

After finally completing the appointment appointment arrangement, Yang Cheng returned to the desk non-stop and began to reply to emails.

Drag the mouse to the bottom and start looking at the earliest emails today, among which Anna Wintour's emails took the longest time.

The female devil has officially assumed her duties as the CEO of Condé Nast, and the struggles that occurred during the period will not be mentioned. Anyway, under her bloody suppression, everything is calm.

The outside world has mixed opinions on the role of the female devil, who is nearly 70 years old, as the CEO of Condé Nast. They even criticized Yang Cheng by the way, saying that he has been complacent recently, and this employment decision will be the beginning of his failure.

Yang Cheng didn't care about this, let alone scold the reporter who wrote this article in person, but the devil's violent temper has always been tolerable, and she directly said at the press conference when she was performing her duties. It is of course useless to criticize that reporter.

The effect was surprisingly good. The female devil’s temper remained the same as before, and it was a feat of spraying on her for 10 minutes without repeating a word. It seems that being the CEO of Condé Nast is not a big problem.

In the email, Anna Wintour reported the recent work in detail, including rectifying the group's personnel structure, and adjusting the salary structure, etc. These are the changes that the new CEO must make in order to appease his subordinates, Yang Cheng Naturally, it is full support, and there is only one requirement: to get the group back on track with the fastest speed!

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