Chapter 22 What Does That Kid Mean?
Then his eyes moved to Yan Rusheng's phone, curious about what he saw just now, and made him so angry.
"It's nothing, I'm full." Yan Rusheng replied coldly, got up and left the restaurant with his mobile phone.
The people at the table looked at the back of Yan Sanshao leaving angrily, and it took a long time for the horror in their eyes to completely fade away.
Yan Rusheng was the youngest in the family, and he was notoriously hot-tempered. It was not uncommon for Yan Rusheng to overturn the dining table when he couldn't agree on a word.
With his appearance just now, the few gentlemen present were sweating in their hearts, holding the legs of the table with both hands, for fear that he would lift the table.
Time flies, a quarter seems to be the blink of an eye.
In the spacious and luxurious conference room, Yan Rusheng sat in the center, listening carefully to the reports of the work summary of the previous quarter and the work plan for the next quarter by various departments.
Wen Xuxu sat behind him, taking notes of the entire meeting.
There are many young people like Yan Rusheng in Rongsheng's top management, but among these people, Yan Rusheng is the most outstanding one in terms of appearance, talent and temperament.
This is the fifth quarterly meeting she has attended since joining Rongsheng, and she has been in Rongsheng for a whole year.
At this time last year, she entered Rongsheng, and Yan Rusheng drove her into the meeting room on the first day.
Without any suspense, Yan Rusheng scolded her for her poor work that time.
That was also the first time she sat behind him like this, and the first time she met a different Yan Rusheng.
He was only one year older than her, but he was able to deal with a group of old foxes in the mall who questioned his abilities with ease, and left them speechless.
That was the first time she realized herself, and realized that the gap between herself and Yan Rusheng was not only about her family background, but also about her own abilities.
With both hands on the laptop keyboard, the crackling never stopped.
The director of the marketing department has finished reporting all the work and returned to his seat, and the crackling keyboard has not stopped.
Yan Rusheng frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at the little woman sitting behind him. Her pretty face was covered by the eyebrow-length curtain, only her tall nose and slightly pouty red lips could be seen.
Those small hands with distinct bony joints, as white and slender as onion roots, tapped the keyboard deftly.
I remember the first time I brought her to this conference room, she was flustered, helpless, and trembling. At the end of a meeting, she didn't even write down the first point.
She obviously improved the second time, and the next time was better than the first time. Now this kind of work is a piece of cake for her.
She has never made any mistakes in her work this year, and her ability is even praised by the difficult old guys on the board of directors.
He admitted in his heart that if Wen Xuxu were placed in another company, over time, he would definitely stand out.
Suddenly, I thought of the message Jiang Zhuoheng sent in the group that day.
'OK'
What the hell does that kid mean? Do you really want to get back together with this stupid woman?
Jiang Zhuoheng returns from overseas and inherits the family business...
Then isn't this stupid woman a double harvest in love and career? By then, he won't be despised and cast aside by Wang Daqin to death?
"My next step is to do a field trip."
The director of the development department stood in front of the projector and introduced their department's work plan for the next quarter.
It caused some controversy.