Gossip King

After Lao Zhao finished speaking, he winked with a bodyguard sitting in the back seat, and the bodyguard immediately reached out and took the mobile phone in Mu Xiaolen's hand.

"What are you doing?" Mu Xiao Leng grabbed it and was a little bit about to cry. She looked at the very familiar bodyguard in front of her, and suddenly realized that the ones her mother brought over today were all diehards of many years, and even several of them hadn't been out for a long time. , This time also came.

The old Zhao driver worked with Yan Zhonghui when she was ten years old, and the bodyguard sitting next to her had a relationship with Xiao Leng's family.

"Miss, you have to listen to Mr. Yan." After looking through the rearview mirror, Lao Zhao nodded, and the bodyguard beside him handed over a stack of documents and handed them to Mu Xiaolen's hands while she received the letter. He pulled it hard and forcibly snatched it.

"I'll make a call, I'll make a call to Brother Gao Leng." Mu Xiao Leng got up at a loss, holding the letter and reaching out to grab his mobile phone.

"Miss, there's no time, I'll explain it to you later." Lao Zhao said, his voice suffocated: "It's here, it's coming soon, time waits for no one, so you can't delay it!"

After that, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out like crazy.

For a while, Mu Xiaolen only felt his head buzzing, completely devoid of control. She grew up in good clothes and food, and her family education was strict. Girls who grew up in such an environment were often innocent and often couldn't handle things. But at this moment, even Mu Xiaolen, who is so innocent and ignorant of the impermanence of the world, felt it deeply.

Her life seems to be undergoing earth-shaking changes.

"Where is this going? This is not going..." Mu Xiaolen looked out the window, bounced from his seat, and turned pale: "Uncle Zhao, where are you going?!"

Although he asked, the words were affirmative.

Old Zhao sighed deeply: "Yeah."

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Mu Xiaoleng broke down completely, and she grabbed the bodyguard next to her: "Uncle, what's the matter? Is it really...impossible, what's the matter?!"

Lao Zhao, tears slipped: "Yeah."

"I'm not going." Mu Xiao Leng's face changed, and she reached out her hand to wipe the tears from her face, and said categorically. Such affirmative tone and resolute attitude are extremely rare in her life.

Especially after the panic, he suddenly started to frighten.

It is said that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes and phoenixes are born. The son of a mouse will make holes. Her daughter Yan Zhonghui is simple and cute, but it is really at a critical juncture. Although it is far from Yan Zhonghui's courage and imposing manner, the tone is a little bit.

"Stop! I want to get off! I won't go!" It's just that Mu Xiaolen's Ling Xun only persisted for a few seconds and then completely collapsed. Even though her parents are both strong, she has a soft personality and can't hold it again. I cried and slapped the car window hard.

Old Zhao didn't speak, but drove the car and clicked on the box next to him.

The bodyguard next to Xiao Leng immediately entered the password on the box, and then pressed his finger. Although it was just a small in-car safe, it used double insurance, which showed that the important things were.

A letter was taken out and handed to Mu Xiao Leng.

Mu Xiaolen took the letter, shaking her hands and tearing it open. Just after taking a look, she glanced at the first few words, and at one glance, her eyes went wide, tears almost gushing out.

His face turned pale.

Pale and pale.

All of a sudden, her eyes were full of sadness.

For the first time, the word sadness appeared in Mu Xiaolen's life suddenly, unexpectedly, but truly and strongly.

An hour later, Lao Zhao drove back in the car, the speed was still very fast, the co-pilot was sitting on the bodyguard beside Xiao Leng before sitting, there was no one in the back seat of the car, the two were silent, and said nothing.

Hey……

Then, the two sighed at the same time.

Lao Zhao suddenly stopped the car to the side of the road, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, and opened the car door: "Come on, I am a little unstable, afraid of a car accident." The bodyguard nodded, and the two Exchange seats.

The inside of the car was silent again, and the depressed breath made people breathless even when the windows were opened.

Ding Ding Ding, Lao Zhao's phone rang, and he took a look at it and immediately picked it up: "Mr. Yan, we are rushing over. Um, miss her..." Lao Zhao paused and smoked a cigarette bitterly. Said: "Miss is a temper, you also know what can you do? She is very obedient, everything is in accordance with your arrangements."

As he said, Old Zhao threw the cigarette **** out of the window: "Her cell phone is with me, I will bring it here."

...

In the Xingsheng meeting room, Li Yifan approached Gao Leng, looked at the camera in the meeting room, and lowered his voice: "It's not convenient to talk here. I will go to the teahouse and talk later."

Gao Leng looked at the mysterious Li Yifan with a moment of doubt in his heart, nodded, remembering the teahouse yesterday, and casually said, "There is a nice teahouse nearby, so go there."

"Oh, which one? I have some knowledge about tea." When Li Yifan heard it, his eyes brightened. He, good tea, was delighted when he heard the teahouse: "The place you introduced must be good."

Casual praise is not flattery. Li Yifan doesn't need to flatter Gao Leng, but only recognizes him in his bones and naturally believes his vision.

"It's a nearby house called'Untitled'. I went there yesterday. I didn't understand drinking tea, but the environment is not bad. The boss feels that it is okay. It is called Mr. Jian.

"Budget?" Li Yifan looked confused.

"Oh no, his name is Jianren." Gao Leng explained quickly.

"Bitch?!" Li Yifan was even more confused.

Gao Leng couldn't help laughing. This boss teahouse is not bad, the name is too cheating.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

"Okay, then I'll go there first." Li Yifan got up, sneered at high, and strode out. Gao Leng looked at Li Yifan's back with some doubts, and didn't know what Li Yifan was going to say. Looking at his expression, it seemed that Xingsheng couldn't say something.

When I got out of the bathroom, the cold phone rang. As soon as I answered it, the other party’s enthusiastic and sweet voice came over: "Mr. Gao, hello, I’m the personnel manager of Tianren Media, my surname is Tang. ."

Tianren Media? Gao Leng was taken aback.

This is one of the top media companies in China.

Media companies are different from magazines. Magazines are only one type of media, and media includes movies, TV series, music, etc. Depending on the size of the business, the larger the business, the more involved.

"Oh, hello, Miss Tang." Gao Leng looked around, walked into an empty conference room, and closed the door.

Experience tells him that this is a dig.

"Is it convenient for you to talk now? I want to talk about something alone." Sure enough, Miss Tang said with words.

This person who is a human resources manager speaks nicely, Gao Leng thought to himself, haha ​​smiled and said, "Convenient, you say."

"It's like this, depending on when you have time, our boss will be socializing near the Xingsheng branch tonight, let's see and have an appointment with you, and have a face-to-face chat." Miss Tang went straight to the subject.

Even the boss is here. All the people who came to the door were friends, no matter what it was, Gao Leng had no reason to show off.

"Oh, okay, let's have tea together tonight, and wait for your boss to finish socializing." Gao Leng replied casually.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at that time, and I'll contact you at that time." Miss Tang's voice was filled with joy. When she came to pick you up, it was like halfway Hu Sheng was afraid to leave. The personnel department, the department seeking talents, it is only natural to come up to pick up talents when they encounter them.