Chapter 809

After a long time, I reached out to pick up the phone, found a number in the phone book, and dialed it.

When the other party answered, it was confirmed that it was the voice of the person he was looking for. A sneer slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Zhang, I'm at the company and I want to invite you over for a cup of tea."

While speaking, his eyes kept staring at the computer screen, with a gloomy glint in his eyes.

The other party didn't refuse, and agreed with a trembling voice, Yan Rusheng's cold lips were drawn wider, "Okay, I'll prepare boiling water and tea for you at the company."

After the lawyer packed up all the documents, he walked up to Yan Rusheng, looked at his gloomy face, and nodded submissively, "Boss Yan."

Wait for him to speak.

Yan Rusheng held the mouse and continued to look at the computer screen without looking up, "Go outside and wait a while."

"Yes!" The lawyer nodded in response, turned around, and walked out the door.

Half an hour later, an old man in his sixties hurried to Yan Rusheng's office.

The old man was a little bald. Seeing Yan Rusheng, he smiled and nodded slightly, "Boss Yan."

Yan Rusheng glanced at the old man with a smile in his eyes. That smile made the old man's body tremble, and goose bumps all over his body.

Then, Yan Rusheng pressed the armrests of the chair with both hands, and with a push, his slender body stood up.

He pointed to the sofa and politely said to the old man in front of him, "Zhang Dong, please sit down, I'll make tea."

Hearing this, Zhang Dong shook his head and waved his hands in fear, "No, no, I'm not thirsty."

He thought, with ten courage, he wouldn't dare to drink the tea made by the CEO himself.

Are those his hands the hands that make tea for someone?

Yan Rusheng frowned slightly, "Dong Zhang comes to my office once in a while, and he's an elder. Even if he's not thirsty, he still has to make this tea. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't understand etiquette."

As he spoke, he walked in the direction of the water dispenser.

Pooh! If you understand etiquette, there will be no one in the world who does not understand etiquette!

Zhang Dong glared at Yan Rusheng bitterly, slandered Yan Rusheng out of righteous indignation, and then hurriedly caught up with Yan Rusheng, with a flattering smile on his face, "Boss Yan, I really don't want to drink, please don't drink." Trouble."

A layer of tiny, almost invisible beads of sweat secreted from his forehead, shining brightly against the warm white light.

Yan Rusheng's abnormal politeness made the ominous premonition in his heart stronger and stronger.

"Zhang Dong, you're being polite to me. I've already prepared the best tea. If you don't drink it, are you looking down on me?" Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrows in displeasure, his handsome face really darkened a little point.

Zhang Dong quickly shook his head and explained, "No, no, no, I think it's absolutely unacceptable for Mr. Yan to make tea for me."

He paused, and then said: "Then I'll soak, I'll do it."

Before the words fell, he had already stepped forward.

Yan Rusheng stuffed his hands into the pockets of his straight suit trousers, looked at Zhang Dong's back slyly, and said in a hypocritically polite tone, "It's so embarrassing, after all, you came to my place."

As he spoke, he walked forward, his steps were lax, without any sincerity.

Zhang Dong turned around and said with a smile: "Rongsheng is also a member of me, Mr. Yan will be offended if he says this."

Yan Rusheng smiled, and the curvature of his lips became wider and wider, "Then... there is Lao Zhang Dong."

Zhang Dong: "..."

Although he hated his teeth itching, but there was nothing he could do.