baby don't cry 2

Chapter 30 What qualifications do you have to control me? 3
There is no free lunch in the world, who is paying behind the scenes? ········
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Allen and the managers of various departments were having a meeting in the conference room. He was looking for the proposal made by Mo Qian and Baoer among the submitted proposals. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find it. Instead, he found a similar proposal, but with some loopholes. , I saw that the signature was Fang Sheng, the marketing director, and he was Mo Qian's immediate supervisor, could it be...?He called Secretary Wang and whispered a few words, and Secretary Wang left.

He looked at Fang Sheng: "Director Fang, the direction of your proposal is very good."

"Thank you for the compliment, President, it should be..." Fang Sheng nodded vigorously with a proud expression on his face

Allen shrugged, "Yes, although the combination of marketing and marketing is very good, unfortunately there are still some... loopholes."

"Ah? Yes, I'll change it when I get down." Fang Sheng was clearly aware of his shortcomings.

"You don't need to come down and change it, why don't we discuss it now, I want to hear your thoughts."

Fang Sheng obviously didn't expect that the president would ask him to make an interpretation in person, so how could he come up with an idea if he wasn't prepared?He was nervous and his vest was cold, he looked up and glanced at everyone, it seemed that he would not be able to get off the stage today without saying something, "I think we can learn from Sunshine Department Store..."

Allen frowned when he heard this and interrupted directly: "Reference? Your plan didn't mention it like this?"

At this time, Secretary Wang brought Bao'er and Mo Qian to the door. Bao'er was surprised to see Alan sitting on the top of the conference room. The executives were in a meeting, and the person sitting on top must be the CEO. Alan realized that the two of them sat down and listened. , and continued Fang Sheng said, "Director Fang, you can't interpret your own plan, why don't I find someone to explain it for you."

He picked up the plan on the table and said to Mo Qian, "Mo Qian, please explain this plan in detail."

Mo Qian was obviously caught off guard, how could she understand that bitch's plan?The ideological level is not at the same level at all, does the president have to embarrass her?She reluctantly took the plan in Alan's hand and flipped through it, froze for a few seconds, and turned pale with shock
"Isn't this the plan that Bao'er and I made?"

Her words immediately aroused a burst of discussion, and everyone turned their contemptuous eyes on Fang Sheng who was wiping his sweat.

"Director Fang, how could you steal your subordinate's plan? Didn't you slap yourself in the face?" Someone sneered.

"That's right, after so many years, this problem still can't be changed." Someone added.

Allen stared at Fang Sheng who was full of embarrassment. He is an old employee of the company, and he has worked hard even if he has no credit. This time, he didn't want to soften his heart again, and announced in a serious tone, "From today on, Mo Qian will directly take over the post of marketing planning director."

Allen's words surprised everyone, and he continued: "The plan of Nanhu Trading is jointly produced by the marketing department and the marketing department."

Seeing that Mo Qian hadn't lost her mind yet, Bao'er walked over and shook Mo Qian who was standing there like a statue, signaling her to wake up.

Manager Xiao from the logistics department smiled and said to Mo Qian, "Congratulations, Director Mo, a professional is a professional, and we amateurs are just following the personal stage."

"Come on! Young man!" Mr. Xu from the personnel department also congratulated.

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Mo Qian listened to the affirmation and appreciation of the senior executives, and kept nodding to thank her like a drug. She couldn't believe that she was a superstar?Don't want to be wronged by that hateful face anymore?heart like

The poor man picked up the dog's head gold--the joy is crazy!She suddenly felt that Bao'er was her lucky star.

After returning to the office, Bao'er was a little angry that Mo Qian concealed the identity of the president for Allen.

"Huh!" Bao'er rolled her eyes and pulled her face down, and Mo Qian, who was crying and begging for forgiveness, saw Bao'er turn her face to the left, and she ran to the left again, "Oh, you forgive me, you can't blame me. "She gently pounded Bao'er's fingers with her hands, and continued:

"I once hinted to you that he is the half-blood male god I mentioned, and you didn't recognize him."

"You mean I'm stupid? I can understand..." Bao'er turned her face to the right again.

Mo Qian ran to the right again, "It was Allen who didn't let me say it, so I didn't dare to say it."

Bao'er glared at Mo Qian and growled, "No wonder I've been in the company for more than a month and I haven't seen him yet, yet I really believe you that he's been stationed outside for a long time? He's been on my top floor for a long time, or my boss."

Mo Qian hurriedly patted her on the back to calm her down, admitting her mistake with a small twitch of her mouth.

Seeing her guilty look, Bao'er continued to ask, "Say, is there anything else you haven't explained?"

Mo Qian looked at Bao'er timidly. Anyway, she already knew it, so she just confessed it all. If she finds out something again one day, it's no wonder that she doesn't kill her.She clasped her hands and said to the ceiling silently: "President, I'm sorry." Then she gritted her teeth and continued, "Actually... that villa is not rented...."

"Whose is that?" Bao'er always felt that there was something wrong with the villa, and there were people waiting for her every day. She suddenly thought of something, and confronted Mo Qian with the mouse's cat-like eyes, and Mo Qian nodded sympathetically and met her meaning.

"Ah? I eat his and drink his and use his to live in his?"

Bao'er slumped on the chair, and turned from a cypress rafter—it would rather be bent than bent—to a frost-stained dogtail grass—withered for a long time. He stared at the ceiling and said to himself, "I actually became a mangy dog?"

When Mo Qian heard this, she quickly grabbed her lap and asked, "How do you say that?"

"He is Kang Tianxu's good friend. I live in his house and still work in his company. Don't you think it's embarrassing? Do I have 'Please take in' written all over my face?" Bao'er stomped her feet angrily.

Mo Qian thought for a few seconds, confused, "What's the shame? Aren't you also his friend? If you're not a friend, he can let you live in his house?"

These words seem to remind Bao'er, yes, after she and Kang Tianxu had a quarrel on the road that day, why did she wake up at Alan's house?The key is that Mo Qian is here?
Bao'er slapped the table with her hand and shouted, "How did you live in his house?"

Mo Qian was taken aback, and blurted out, "That night he called me to come, saying that you were broken in love and needed someone to accompany you. He didn't want me to tell you that he was the president, and he didn't let you know that it was his home."

Bao'er couldn't believe it, "He asked you to come?" Mo Qian nodded desperately.

After listening, Bao'er walked to the window, looked at the tall buildings in the distance, put his hands on his hips, and thought about something.How is it such a coincidence?It feels like everything has been arranged by someone?There is no free lunch in the world, who is paying behind the scenes? ········
Could it be him?Impossible, if he really did that, why?
(End of this chapter)