Chapter 234 When He Gets Better, Everyone Gets Worse

George Sheng said: "Who slapped you in the face?"

Chang Jingle said angrily: "You, just you! I lowered the window and called you, but you still pretended not to hear. If the traffic light hadn't been stuck, could I have let you get off it?"

George Sheng made up the scene in his mind. Chang Jingle and Song Xi were chasing after each other. Maybe there was only half the car between them recently. With Chang Jingle's temper, if the car couldn't catch up, he would definitely lower the window, stick his head out and pull his neck. Shouting, Song Xi heard his movements and could only throw him further away... Oh, it makes me sad just thinking about it.

Sighing secretly, George Sheng said: "I told you not to pursue him."

Chang Jingle was still annoyed, frowning and said eagerly: "You are acting very strange today, you feel like you have seen a ghost..."

After a pause, he suddenly said: "Is there anyone else in your car?"

George Sheng was sure that Chang Jingle didn't see anything, so he felt relaxed and replied in a tight tone: "What do you think?"

Chang Jingle said: "Isn't there a woman sitting in your car?"

George Sheng said lightly: "I think you are really wasting your heart by not becoming a paparazzi."

Chang Jingle reacted quickly, "Don't change the subject with me. You haven't said who is in the car with you yet."

George Sheng didn't think that there was a hint of ridicule in his mind, "Who told you not to see it? You have the ability to chase a car."

Chang Jingle choked up, then jumped over the wall and said: "Don't force me to go to the traffic team to adjust surveillance!"

George Sheng was even more disdainful, "Go ahead, I want to see who dares to check my car for you."

Chang Jingle, "...you can do it, just wait!"

George Sheng despised this kind of "you wait" people the most. He hung up the phone directly. The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. He didn't know whether he was laughing at the frustrated Chang Jingle or at Chang Jingle. Jing Le was so angry that Song Xi looked like this.

Before he could fully recover, there was a knock on the door. Not long after, a senior executive of Haiwei walked in quickly. He did not dare to look directly at George Sheng's face. The man only glanced briefly, and then said in an uneasy tone: "Qiao Sheng Sir, I just received a call from Thailand, saying that there was some minor problem with the steel that docked this morning, and now Thailand refuses the visa."

George Sheng lowered his head to look through the documents and said in his usual indifferent voice: "The problem is just a problem, it doesn't matter how big or small it is. Can it be solved?"

The senior management quickly responded, "It can be solved. I have contacted the domestic factory and will work overtime to ensure that another batch of goods will be shipped within 48 hours. We will pick up the goods from Thailand and find other buyers immediately. The total profit will not decline. , it’s just that the time is a bit urgent.”

George Sheng still didn't even raise his head and said directly: "If there is a problem in any link, ask the person in charge to pay overtime to the factory workers."

"Yes, I know."

The huge office was quiet.

Five seconds later, George Sheng raised his eyelids, looked at the man in front of him who looked at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The man shook his head, "No more."

After saying that, he was stunned for a moment, and the man immediately came back to his senses, "You're busy, I'll go out first."

After turning around and leaving the office, the door closed, the senior male raised his head, took a deep breath, and his palms became wet.

The expression on his face was a little confused. He walked towards the office of the president's first assistant. The male assistant saw him and greeted him with a smile, "Senior manager, what's the matter?"

After the male executive entered the door, he closed the door mysteriously, looked at the assistant and said, "Mr. Qiao, is there anything happy today?"

When he asked this question, the assistant was confused. He paused and asked instead: "What's wrong?"

The male executive said: "Today there was an error in an order from the Overseas Department. I came to see you first. Unexpectedly, Mr. Qiao just asked the supervisor at the wrong link to fine the workers and subsidize overtime pay. He didn't even get angry!"

There was a deep doubt in his expression that he still couldn't believe, as if he was worried that if George Sheng didn't get angry at this moment, he would suddenly settle the scores at some other time.

Hearing this, the male assistant lost his composure. He thought hard at first, then opened the thick record file and said while flipping through it: "There is no happy event today..."

The male executive stretched out his hand to loosen the knot of his tie, and said with a self-seeking expression: "Please remember carefully, don't look back and forget anything, Mr. Qiao..." He stretched out his hand to wipe his neck.

The male assistant's neck felt cold, and he quickly stood up and said, "I'm going to ask the second and third assistants."

George Sheng's mood has always been difficult to get along with all his life. If he is difficult to get along with, nothing will happen. If he is easy to get along with... everyone around him can't sit still, for fear that this is the calm before the storm. A good meal in front of the head.

However, George Sheng himself did not feel any difference. In his own words, he was actually very easy to get along with.

Later, George Sheng left the company to go out to socialize. The other person was a good friend of Qiao Dingxiang. He was almost 70 this year. The old man had to go out to play golf on a hot day. Although there was a car all the way and someone holding an umbrella when he came down, after all, The temperature is here. George Sheng is very upset about the heat. He is embarrassed to say that he is already this old. Wouldn't it be better to suffer less?

As he sat on the golf cart and moved downstairs, George Sheng's cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated. He took it out and looked at it. It was a text message from Song Xi.

George Sheng clicked on it and saw a simple sentence above: The cardholder is indeed me, and the money has been transferred.

When George Sheng saw this, the first reaction in his heart was to relax, followed by an inexplicable sense of relief. The former was because she no longer worried about her stepmother and sister playing tricks on her, and the latter was because she was reporting to him. .

"Treat Sheng."

The old man in the front seat suddenly spoke, and George Sheng immediately looked up and put away his phone without leaving a trace.

"Would you feel bored if you came out to play ball with me?"

George Sheng was wearing sunglasses and could not clearly see the expression in his eyes. All he could see was that the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the iceberg on his originally cold and handsome face immediately melted into a bright spring in April.

Opening his thin lips, he replied aloud: "No, I haven't been out to play golf for a while. My dad said you are the best golfer and asked me to come over and learn from you."

The old man smiled happily, folded his hands on the crutches, and said with emotion: "I still remember when I played ball with your father, he was impatient and always said that the holes in the ball were too small. I don't know why I like to play this way. I said, don’t all rich people like to be arty? The better you play, the richer you will be. When your father heard this, he immediately said, then I will play well... Hahahaha, in the blink of an eye, we are all old. "

"Zhi Sheng, your father and I have been friends for nearly fifty years. I don't beat around the bush like others. I speak directly when I say something. I feel that when I see your father this time, his condition is not as good as the first two years. You are seventy-eight years old. Although you are still young, your father is the only son like you. When are you going to find a girlfriend to come home and show him?"

When George Sheng heard the words, he suddenly felt like a lump in his throat, feeling indescribably depressed and uncomfortable.