Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Substitute For a Beautiful President

The New Year's Day holiday is short and boring. Most people regard these three days as a transition. The real hope is the Spring Festival holiday in the near future.

However, for Shen Zhibing, the difference between New Year's Day and Spring Festival is not big. They are all holidays in the cold winter, but the family pressure she has to deal with during the Spring Festival will be heavier.

Yun Fei waited for President Shen to give instructions after reading the expedited situation statement, but Shen Zhibing had watched it for half an hour without saying a word.

She must have read the content long ago, and she must have understood the ins and outs of the matter, but she has not made a decision for a long time, obviously there are other considerations.

"Why is there such a commotion all of a sudden?" Shen Zhibing put the report back on the table, crossed his hands in front of him, and was very unhappy.

"The cotton city has been pressing the news to death. Before the end of the year, in order to boost performance, it used illegal means."

"The violation of the performance is only the fuse. Half of the management of the entire Cotton City branch was taken away overnight to assist in the investigation. This is not a problem formed in one or two days."

Violating the law is a lighthearted thing, and it is basically considered a crime.

"The legal affairs department has already rushed over."

Shen Zhibing's face was still solemn, if this matter could not be properly resolved before the Spring Festival, it would be troublesome.

"Miancheng's anti-corruption efforts have intensified. In recent years, the reimbursement of funds has been completely re-examined, and no details have been missed. If they take the company account, they will inevitably drag Shen into the water. In the afternoon, you will have the legal person to come. One trip."

As soon as Yun Fei left the office, she saw Qi Zheng coming out of the printing room with two freshly released reports in her hand.

"Friendly reminder, Mr. Shen is in a bad mood now, so don't say a few words when you go in." After getting along for a long time, Qi Zheng found that Secretary Yun sometimes took the initiative to joke, but it was not always serious and rigid.

Qi Zheng heard about the Miancheng branch, and knew that just after New Year's Day, Mr. Shen hurried back to the company for a meeting at three in the middle of the night. The president is indeed beautiful, but the hard work behind the president is only understood by the people around them.

Qi Zheng knocked on the door and walked in. President Shen looked up and saw that it was her, and was stunned.

"Mr. Shen, this is the data prediction you said you wanted before the holiday. I have made several different models and have come up with inconsistent results. Please take a look."

Shen Zhibing took the document and flipped it over and put it on the desktop: "I will read this report later, and I will report back to you if there are any problems. You can go back and continue with your work. The data forecast can be delayed for a while."

The task force is special because it takes on a function that other business units don't: remove the old and build the new.

Businesses that are about to become obsolete should be eliminated as soon as possible, and businesses that have increased market demand should keep up with them in time. Such a huge group wants to transform, easier said than done. The inherent business department has been unable to respond quickly because of self-interest entanglement.

Shen Zhibing needed a relatively independent team to see the situation clearly.

Qi Zheng knew that Shen Zhibing's focus in the near future must be on the matter of the Miancheng branch, but he couldn't help but reminded: "Mr. Shen, take care of your health."

The brief conversation just now was enough for her to see the dark greenness in Shen Zhibing's eyes and the irritability that was obviously more than usual.

Because of its special business, the Cotton City Branch has always been close to local government officials. When there is no accident, I naturally enjoy the convenience, but when an accident occurs, the consequences are a hundred times more serious than other branches.

Shen Zhibing has always disapproved of using personal friendships to deal with local governments, but her second uncle doesn't think so. He said that Shen Zhibing had been studying abroad for too many years, and he didn't understand the particularity of the domestic human society, nor how important the word "relationship" was to people doing business in China.

The close relationship between the Cotton City branch and the local government was brought about by her second uncle.

Now this mess is left to her to deal with.

"Just do your job well." Shen Zhibing responded coldly to Qi Zheng's concern, which made her a little uncomfortable.

She was not ready to bring this intimacy to the company, nor did she expect Qi Zheng to take the initiative to care about her. When everything happened, she instinctively avoided, but ignored the feelings of the other party.

Qi Zheng was startled, did not explain any further, turned around and left the office.

When she came out, her face was gloomy, and Yun Fei guessed that she was innocently injured by Mr. Shen's low air pressure.

"Mr. Shen must be in a bad mood recently. Everyone should pay extra attention when doing things, and don't cause her any more trouble."

This was said to everyone in the secretary room. Qi Zheng returned to his seat, still feeling a little distressed by Shen Zhibing's haggard appearance but holding on.

That night, Shen Zhibing went to the dinner party to socialize, which was the kind she didn't like the most.

If there is a problem in Cotton City, it is too obvious that she rushes over, and it is easy to attract media attention. There are more capable people here in Haicheng, and the relationship network is beyond imagination. Mediation in Haicheng can also solve the matter of Cotton City.

But it's not easy to get the help of these people, even if it's just a few words for you. Usually, the Shen family has a special department responsible for this matter, but tonight, in order to show sincerity and to resolve the matter of the Cotton City branch as soon as possible, Shen Zhibing had to go out in person.

Most of these people know about Shen Zhibing. This arrogant and beautiful president has always disdain to participate in such a "meaningless" wine party. It is rare to encounter this time, and naturally I will not let it go easily.

"Mr. Shen is really refreshing, he drank three glasses without hesitation." Wearing glasses and talking, Director Hao leisurely got up, picked up the wine glass in front of him and placed it in front of Shen Zhibing, repeating it three times in a row.

"In this case, you must drink my three cups."

These people usually seem to be colleagues, and they are brother departments that cooperate with each other, but in fact they are secretly competing against each other and guarding against each other. After finally getting them to a table, Shen Zhibing could only passively meet their demands.

"I hope that Director Hao will be satisfied." Shen Zhibing did not say nonsense, raised his glass to greet him, and then drank three more glasses in a row.

They didn't know how to pity Xiangxiyu at all, and the staff of the relevant departments who accompanied President Shen could only be anxious. They want to help President Shen, but these leaders don't like it.

The protagonist tonight is naturally Shen Zhibing. Fortunately, they were just a little out of line in persuading her to drink and speaking, and they couldn't get close to her, let alone anything to do with her.

When it was over, Shen Zhibing thoughtfully sent every leader into the car, until Director Hao, who stayed at the end, also got into the car.

Before the car left, Director Hao rolled down the car window and said to her, "Shen is always a smart person. I know what you want, but I don't know that Mr. Shen doesn't know what I want?"

His gentle face and the hint of scrutiny made Shen Zhibing's wine swell up, making him want to vomit.

If he said a few more words of nonsense, Shen Zhibing would probably spit directly in his face.

"Director Hao is drunk, go back to rest early."

It was originally an invitation without too many expectations, and Director Hao also knew that it was almost impossible to bring Shen Zhibing back tonight. But they all know the inside story about Miancheng, and seeing that President Shen, who has never taken the initiative to come forward, softens his attitude tonight, and refuses almost all who persuade him to drink, which inevitably makes him feel a little bold.

After sending everyone away, Shen Zhibing vomited on the side of the road before he could even rush back to the hotel. I don't remember how many cups she was poured tonight, she only knew that it was very difficult now.

"Go to the suburbs."

Drunk, but thinking of going to the suburban villa. After Shen Zhibing returned to his room, he hardly had the strength to do anything to clean up, and fell down on the sofa.

Her head was aching, and her stomach was tumbling. Fortunately, I vomited before coming back, otherwise it would be more uncomfortable. Someone knocked on the door, but she didn't bother to move.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

She opened her blurred eyes and saw that it was Qi Zheng, with a tray in her hand.

"I heard Aunt Xin say that you are drunk. Drink some hangover soup first, and then eat something."

Her tone was light, even duller than in the office today. Shen Zhibing grinned and sat up straight, hooked her neck, and shook her body to and fro.

Qi Zheng was helping her pour the hangover soup into a bowl, and by the way, let it cool down. He was attacked by Shen Zhibing and almost splashed out. However, Mr. Shen, who was clearly half drunk, the heaviness and depression on the corners of his eyes and brows faded a little, and he smiled quite happily.

She couldn't bear to say anything, so she had to hold her hand firmly, and said helplessly: "Mr. Shen, if you keep doing this, you don't need to drink the sober soup."

Shake it a few more times, and half of the soup can be spilled, so you can drink the air.

Shen Zhibing didn't seem to have listened to this, and it seemed like he heard it but didn't understand it. She didn't care, she didn't restrain herself, but she took an inch, leaned over, hugged Qi Zheng's neck tightly, and pressed against her arm.

"I'm really unhappy tonight, those people know to persuade me to drink, it's annoying!"

What nonsense entertainment is nothing more than businessmen asking leaders for help to clear the relationship. Shen Zhibing thought it was ironic, but he had to enter the game and make himself a clown.

She couldn't say these words to others, even in front of Yun Fei, she seldom said it. She is the leader, and her words and deeds represent the Shen family. But at this time, she just wanted to be Shen Zhibing.

"Come on, have a drink first." Qi Zheng knew that if there was another way to the wine party tonight, Shen Zhibing would not go.

No matter how you persuade him, it is just a few pale words that cannot solve the actual problem. Mr. Shen's ability is superior to her, so Mr. Shen chose to back down. If it was her, I'm afraid there would be no better way.

"I don't want to drink."

The hangover soup seemed to be particularly unsuitable to Shen Zhibing's taste, and she never accepted it obediently.

"A drunk person can't refuse, let's drink."

Shen Zhibing's hand was a little dishonest again, it loosened from her neck, gradually slipped, and finally hugged her shoulders.

His face was still resting on her shoulder, clinging to each other tightly. This kind of contact made Qi Zheng uncomfortable, even if they had been at a closer distance.

Qi Zheng turned her face, just as she was about to speak, a lip pressed against her, sealing the words behind her.

The smell of alcohol was strong, and President Shen really drank a lot tonight. This is Qi Zheng's first impression after being kissed.

"I think it's better to hangover this way." Shen Zhibing fondly rubbed her favorite lips, the touch was too wonderful to calm her down tonight.

Qi Zheng avoided her naughty harassment: "Don't make trouble, drink this first."

Shen Zhibing was slightly dissatisfied, looked at the person who slipped away from his mouth, and then took a look at the things on the table: "Then you feed me."

Qi Zheng was a little speechless, wondering why Mr. Shen looked like a child after being drunk. She had been drunk before, but she wasn't so capricious tonight. It seemed that the more she was drunk, the more nonsense she became.

Qi Zheng picked up the bowl, blew it twice, and handed it to Shen Zhibing: "That's all right."

Shen Zhibing also leaned over, but it wasn't something from the bowl: "The kind you feed with your mouth."

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There will be an update in about an hour, alright.