After Becoming a Little |

Bi Bei followed behind him step by step, looking at both sides of the corridor vigilantly.

"Where is Alan?"

"It seems to be tired and resting." Bi Bei took out his mobile phone: "Do you need to call her?"

"...No, let her rest for a while, there are still many things to be busy tomorrow."

Ai Rulong paused, turned and went to the meeting area on the other side, which looked full of enthusiasm.

Many staff members of the Lia Foundation were still busy, and all kinds of documents were stacked on the table to the height of half a person, and they could even directly block the people sitting behind.

"I need relevant industrial policies—book idiots! What they gave me was the official notice from the year before last!"

"Where is the relevant data for the fourth item?"

"There are two hedge funds whose origins are unknown. We suspect that they are vests of the Millikin Atomic Fund..."

"Contact China! Urgently dispatch a group of actuaries!"

"Call Sumitomo Bank immediately... I don't care if he goes to work or not! He won't answer if he is capable!"

"Printer is out of toner cartridge!"

Ai Rulong's arrival, apart from making everyone pause for a moment, there was no other disturbance.

Everyone still has to do what to do, and they are so busy.

A group of colleagues from the friendly army were also urgently seconded to work, and felt the blessings of the industry leader.

For those successful elites who have been mixed into the top ranks and immersed in the beauty of their clothes and temples all day long, this is a kind of enthusiasm that has not been seen for a long time.

It's like going back to the era when it was difficult to start a business—although I'm a little tired, but I'm really motivated!

People are so mean, and the people in the city occasionally doing farm work in various fields are happy like a festival.

There is an official lead, so everyone cooperates sincerely, there is no internal stumbling, and the scene appears to be very harmonious.

Ai Rulong clapped his hands: "I called the name, come here."

He ordered a circle of core personnel and led them to the meeting room next door.

After Bi Bei checked that there were no eavesdropping and surveillance devices, he finally said some precautions for tomorrow with confidence.

The difference between him and Mr. Yanqi does not lie in the differences in cooperation projects, but in the differences in cooperation methods.

In other words, everyone understands that since these things have been proposed, money in these industries will still be made, and Millican will not be allowed to eat soup.

It's just that he wants to stand up and make money again-and the Republic is the leader.

The book is still so petty and slanderous, as a businessman, Ai Rulong really values ​​the cooperation of this server GM agent.

It's like he krypton gold 10 yuan, and the exclusive customer service directly forced the five people on the opposite side to disconnect. How could they lose?

But as the person in charge of the national comprehensive strategic cooperation led by the Republic this time, he has to look at things from a higher perspective.

This kind of game, which can be won with only krypton gold, is of course a cool thing to play for a while.

But if it does, will anyone still play with it in the future?

These idiots in this book are completely using their own server to overdraw the future.

The Republic lasts forever, only fools play this game with them.

When Mr. Yanqi took out that document, the best outcome was naturally that the Republic would use them as guns for their immediate interests, like mercenaries.

But the worst thing is the current situation. Although the Republic has earned blood, they have not lost money.

The only losers are the hard-nosed factions in the financial world, and poor Millican.

As things stand now, the fragile friendship between the two parties who were originally unhappy is now maintained by a common enemy...

After Ai Rulong finished talking, he looked at the thoughtful and worried expressions of the elites, and couldn't help chuckling: "Why, are you afraid?"

"...It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that if you do this, the follow-up pressure will be great."

An elite of the Leah Fund frowned, feeling a little numb: "Chairman, this is equivalent to adding a rifle to our millet, challenging Millican's aircraft and cannon—"

Regardless of whether it is the Leah Fund or the cooperative private capital, although they are huge in size, they are still not enough in the face of a capitalist country and a behemoth dominated by financial plutocrats in the country.

It's like Brother Pingtou facing an African elephant.

"This is war. It's just a war without gunpowder. Now the war is not about blood and blood, but about soft power areas such as economy and culture."

There must be someone who sticks to the basic domestic market and cannot easily end up in hand-to-hand combat.

They are the pioneers, and they have to carry the flag to charge.

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. They are also raised by their parents. They carry a head on their shoulders. What are you afraid of? At worst, we will start all over again!" Ai Rulong knocked on the table, full of pride: "Give us our name, give money to help Will there be fewer of us making a comeback?"

His three words, Ai Rulong, can be used as real money in the financial industry of the Republic!

A certain Wei has shaken up the entire industry with his own power, and even brought the Republic into a new era, and half of his feet have already stepped into the threshold.

They are going to do the same thing now, but they are even more unknown, less visible, and more dangerous.

Brother Elite started from scratch with Ai Rulong, and he is an old brother. Hearing this, he just feels blood rushing to his head.

He gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Since you are not afraid of the chairman, what am I afraid of? Anyway, as long as you are still here, I can always make a living with my part-time job!"

Ai Rulong patted his arm: "As long as I have, half of you!"

"Ok!"

Brother Elite grinned and asked doubtfully, "Where's Sister Zhan?"

"She's tired and resting—"

"Then let's go to work! You should rest first, but tomorrow is over, you have to give us a day off, I have to catch up on sleep..."

"Success this time, your bonus will not be less than 120 months——I said it!"

"...don't sleep! Boss, I have to work overtime!"

"..."

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Hotel · 2212 room · inner room

Zhan Lan pulled the quilt with both hands, leaned on the head of the bed, her eyes were dull.

There were torn clothes on the ground, which were obviously the masterpieces of my mother.

Unless it was the standard Xuanpao of the Xuanpao Tyrant, or her own special red dress, or a small skirt kindly gifted by the Academy of Sciences of the Republic, for Lu Wuxia, other normal clothes were probably just a matter of swipe and pull.

It's very atmospheric, very wild.

A string of footprints extended from the bed to the bathroom, leaving deep footprints visible to the naked eye on the soft carpet.

If it wasn't for the tank passing by by pressing F to enter, then one can imagine how uneasy Lu Wuxia felt after walking out of this series of steps.

The bedside lamp projects a gentle time on the ceiling: [22:00]

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, but there was no hot mist because Lu Wuxia used cold water.

The cold water is like the blue heart now, as cold as ice.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, and Lu Wuxia, who was completely naked, walked out of the room expressionlessly.

Maybe it was because of the time issue, or maybe it was because he had vented his impulse and stopped restless. The blush on Lu Wuxia's face faded, and the rosy luster no longer appeared on her body.

The clothes were torn all over the floor, and she could only dry off the water stains on her body and wrap a bath towel around her body.

Zhanlan sniffed, recovered from the sluggishness, looked at her with complicated eyes, and didn't speak.

Lu Wuxia also looked at her: "Why didn't you resist?"

"...I tried, but it didn't work."

Revolt?

Ah……

As Zhanlan said, she lowered her head and pulled up the quilt that had slid to her waist, trying to cover her neck.

Lu Wuxia walked up like a domineering president, lifted the quilt and looked at the marks on the opponent's body.

A series of hickey marks extended down her fair neck, and there were still some scratches on her body, obvious red marks on her wrists, and slightly swollen lips after excessive kissing.

In contrast, there was an extremely suspicious wet mark on the bed sheet.

Obviously, the real mother blamed her quickly when playing with her, and took the initiative.

Playing pretty big...

Zhan Lan looked away: "I won't talk about what happened tonight."

"...It doesn't matter what you say, I won't deny what I do."

Lu Wuxia frowned, her expression was not very good-looking, but there was no sign of panic or shyness.

She checked Zhanlan's body, but fortunately she didn't have the tools to commit the crime, so Zhanlan was still innocent.

what is this?Two women had a little fight together?

Holding his forehead helplessly, Lu Wuxia, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the sofa beside him, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, an extremely dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

She looked for it, took out her mobile phone and dialed Ai Xiaobaihua's number: "...Hello? Xiaoya?"

"Well, it's me, Mom? What's wrong?"

"Do you...do you feel unwell?"

"No, not feeling well?" Ai Xiaobaihua's voice was very calm and peaceful: "I am in good health!"

"Do you feel hot, or sweat heavily?"

"Not at all~ It's very cold, even with the heater turned on, it still feels a bit cold."

"...That's good. Mom still has something to do here. Remember to rest early."

"Oh, good~"

Lu Wuxia hung up the phone and pulled the suspect out of the cup of milk tea.

Or is it because of your own physical problems?