How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3430 Sweet Marriage 1992 I don't know flattery! !You said, should I just dump her?

Several highly respected teachers in the academic world came here specially to help some younger sisters who were going to school with their homework.

An old doctor who has retired from the medical field came to recuperate the bodies of several sisters who were in poor health.

The elite of the restaurant came to train them in detail...

……

When Cheng Jun went to the president's office to make a work report at 11:30, he saw Mr. Nan staring at his phone with a confident face.

When I went to report the itinerary at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Nan was still staring at his phone, swiping it open from time to time to check if there were any missed calls.

Cheng Jun thought silently, with how often you look at your phone, it's no wonder you missed calls...

Thinking of this, a formulaic smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Nan, are you waiting for a call?"

"Ah."

Nan Moshang absently turned the pen between his fingers, paused, and then raised his eyes to look at him: "Is there a dinner tonight?"

"Yes, at 7:30 p.m.."

"Push it."

"Push?"

Cheng Jun was stunned: "But this dinner has been postponed three times before, and the Bureau of Forestry has warmly invited you again and again. If you continue to push it down, I'm afraid it won't be too..."

The word 'good' was killed in the man's sharp and aggressive sight.

He coughed lightly, and quickly changed his words: "Alright Mr. Nan, I'll make arrangements later."

After a pause, he still took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Nan, you pushed the bureau of the forest bureau. Do you have any special arrangements? Do you need me to raise money for you to prepare?"

"Need not."

Nan Moshang crossed his hands and propped his chin, staring at the still black screen of his private mobile phone, his thin lips curled slightly: "Since she took the initiative to ask me out, she will choose the location naturally, I just need to accept her careful preparation."

she?
Is it Miss Wen, or Young Madam?

Cheng Jun silently thought about the arrangements for this morning. He arranged so many people for the young lady and saved so much trouble for the young lady. The young lady should really call to thank her, and by the way, ask the president to come over Candle light dinner.

but……

Before the young lady's call came, he hastily postponed the dinner to make time, isn't it a bit too reckless?
As far as he knows, the young lady is not the kind of person who is particularly familiar with things like reciprocity...

……

It's 5:[-] p.m., and it's almost time to get off work.

The atmosphere in the president's office was extremely oppressive, and one could feel the gloomy atmosphere that could rain down hail at any time when one walked in.

Nan Moshang's gloomy gaze almost pierced through the mobile phone on the desk.

Cheng Jun put a document requiring his signature on the table, and reminded him softly: "Mr. Nan, this is the creative advertisement for the next issue of jewelry. Please have a look."

Nan Moshang slowly picked up the pen in one hand, but didn't sign it, and stared at the phone: "I don't know how to compliment!! Tell me, should I just dump her?"

It's a good day, but there are a lot of women waiting in line for him, why waste time on such a woman who doesn't know what to do or what to do?
Recently, my heart is not good after being angry with her.

An executive who was standing side by side with Cheng Jun, who was frequently wiping off his cold sweat, smiled and flattered him in a hurry: "Mr. Nan is right! You are a high-ranking president, which woman dares not know how to praise, just dump it, how much?" Prettier and better young beauties abound, take your pick!"

Cheng Jun was silent, and quietly moved to the side to draw a clear line with him.

Sure enough, in the next second, the man behind the large desk slowly shifted his gaze to the executive, and his thin lips drew a cool arc: "There are many people who are prettier and better than her?"

The senior executive who looked at the extremely feminine and extremely cold eyes looked ashen, and said tremblingly: "Mr. Nan, I... did I... say something wrong?"

Obviously it was he who said he didn't know how to praise, and wanted to dump it...

He just followed his meaning and expanded a little bit, that's all, why did he look at himself with such fearful eyes...

"Mr. Cheng."

Nan Moshang stared at the executive, but said to his personal assistant: "Give Director Liu a salary, see him appearing in the group tomorrow, and leave with you!"

The executive staggered and almost fell headlong. After standing still in a hurry, he stumbled: "President, president..."

"Director Liu, this way please."

Cheng Jun gave a good-tempered smile: "The president is not in a good mood right now, so you should stop staying any longer. I'll tell you the details after I go out."

He has only been resigned now, if he babbles a few more words, I am afraid he will be blocked by the entire industry, and if he regrets it at that time, there will be no medicine.

The executive came out with a pale face and dejected, wronged: "Assistant Cheng, I know the president trusts you very much, can you... say something nice for me in front of the president? What can I do..."

This executive is notoriously fond of flattering. Fortunately, besides flattering, he also has some ability. After working in the group for more than ten years, he finally got the director's seat. It's not hot yet...

Cheng Jun smiled politely and alienated: "Mr. Nan is not in a good mood today. You heard what he said just now. There is no room for change. How about this? I still have some good relationships in other groups. I will help you get in touch. , can you go there, okay?"

Those who were kicked out by Nan's Group went to other small companies, and they could get a good job no matter what.

The executive still didn't give up, and began to sell favors: "Is it true that we can no longer be accommodating? I have worked for our Nan's Group for more than ten years, and I am really reluctant to treat this place as my own home..."

As he spoke, he wiped the corners of his eyes decently.

Damn it, he still hasn't realized how he offended the president...

Cheng Jun smiled and comforted him symbolically: "It's not a good fortune to lose your horse. Director Liu, please don't be too pessimistic. Be careful in the future. Maybe your life will be better than now. I'll take you to the Finance Department first." Let's settle the wages."

"..."

……

At 5:39, the phone, which had been on a black screen, suddenly lit up.

Nan Moshang shook his hand, and the cigarette he just picked up between his fingers fell to the ground with a 'click'.

He didn't care to pick it up, raised his hand to grab the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and his thin lips quickly drew an imperceptible arc.

He cleared his voice vigorously, waited patiently for more than ten seconds, and then slid down to answer the call, with a casual voice: "What's the matter?"

Bai Yueyan heard his slightly indifferent voice over there, paused, and then asked, "Are you busy?"

It sounds like I don't have time to talk to her...

"kind of……"

(End of this chapter)