The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

The two of them were so busy that they had to work together.

Lin Ming naturally couldn't question Zhao Yijin's ability.

When she graduated from college, Zhao Yijin chose to study at MIT.

Master's and doctoral degrees!

Any company values ​​her talents very much.

"After four years, we meet again. You don't seem very happy?" Zhao Yijin stared at Lin Ming.

Lin Ming's mouth twitched fiercely.

If they were just classmates, he would be happy.

The key is that this woman obviously looked prepared, which made Lin Ming feel a little unsure.

"That... where is Lao Han?" Lin Ming asked.

"Boss Han went out for something. He should be back soon." Zhao Yijin said.

Lin Ming said quickly: "Since Lao Han is not here, I will come next time. I am leaving now."

He was about to leave.

"Lin Ming, stop right there!"

Zhao Yijin said angrily: "I am not a tigress. Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"I didn't say you are a tigress." Lin Ming said embarrassedly.

"Then what are you worried about? This is an office. I can't do anything to you. Are you not going to meet me in this life?"

Hearing this, Lin Ming could only stop helplessly.

He could not bear the passionate love from Zhao Yijin, but he could not treat him as a plague god.

Besides, when he was in college, Zhao Yijin did help Lin Ming a lot invisibly.

"If you still regard me as a friend, then sit down!" Zhao Yijin said angrily.

Lin Ming sat down and chatted awkwardly: "I remember your hometown is not Donglin Province, right? Why would Tewei International send you to Landao City to take over as the executive president?"

"Are you trying to trick me? Then how can I answer to satisfy you?"

Zhao Yijin's big eyes were full of cunning: "Should I say it's a coincidence? Or should I say that I just knew you were in Landao, so I applied for a transfer?"

"Well, I think it should be a coincidence." Lin Ming said seriously.

Disappointment flashed in the depths of Zhao Yijin's eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

"Tell me about you."

Zhao Yijin smiled again and said: "You, Boss Lin, have experienced a lot of things over the years. First, you were abandoned by fate, and then you turned bad luck into good luck. I heard from President Han that it seems that you have established a pharmaceutical company. Is President Han going to work for you?"

"Well." Lin Ming nodded.

"You also co-founded a marine company, right?"

"Yes."

"I checked online, and you now have Phoenix Entertainment and Phoenix Real Estate under your name."

"Yes."

"Do you need anyone?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll go there too?"

"Yes."

Zhao Yijin smiled suddenly: "Boss Lin, happy cooperation!"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

Lin Ming woke up from the confusion in his head: "What did you say just now?"

Zhao Yijin looked at Lin Ming hotly: "You just promised that I would go to your company to work."

"How can that be possible?!"

Lin Ming stood up in fear, wishing he could slap himself twice.

"A man's words are spoken, and it's hard to take them back!"

"If it's hard to take them back by four horses, then five horses, and if that doesn't work, six horses, anyway, this is absolutely not possible!" Lin Ming's face was full of vigilance.

He had long felt that Zhao Yijin's arrival was not a coincidence, and now it seems that he really guessed it right.

Go to work in his own company?

What a joke!

It is true that Lin Ming needs talents now, especially high-end talents like Zhao Yijin.

But if Zhao Yijin really comes...

Chen Jia will beat herself to death!

"You can't even make a joke, you are still so boring." Zhao Yijin curled her lips.

Lin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

He secretly glanced at Zhao Yijin and found that this woman seemed to be watching him all the time.

If this goes on, Lin Ming really can't hold on.

"Well... we are the same age, you should be married now, right?" Lin Ming made small talk.

"No, I am what people often call an 'old leftover woman'." Zhao Yijin shrugged.

Lin Ming smiled sullenly: "No, no, if you are really a leftover woman, you are also a 'golden leftover woman'."

"Really? Then would you like a 30-year-old golden leftover woman?"

Lin Ming: "..."

He wanted to clarify his unswerving position on Chen Jia.

But he was afraid that he might have misunderstood Zhao Yijin.

It would be too embarrassing if that happened.

At this moment, the office door suddenly opened.

Han Changyu is finally back!

Lin Ming was overjoyed.

Reflexively said: "Savior!"

"Savior? What savior?" Han Changyu was confused.

Lin Ming coughed a few times: "Nothing, I just missed you so much, who knew you weren't here again."

Han Changyu: "..."

Lin Ming's uncharacteristic behavior made him think of Zhao Yijin at the first time.

Zhao Yijin was staring at Lin Ming, and the tenderness in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"Mr. Zhao, do you know Lao Lin?" Han Changyu asked.

Zhao Yijin smiled: "More than knowing each other? I chased him for six or seven years, but in the end I could only leave sadly."

Han Changyu almost vomited blood.

Before that, Zhao Yijin asked him where he was going next, and he didn't hide it and told the other party that he was going to Phoenix Pharmaceutical.

But at that time, Zhao Yijin didn't say that she knew Lin Ming.

As if remembering something, Han Changyu asked again: "Mr. Zhao gave up his annual salary of 8 million US dollars, gave up the opportunity to be promoted to the vice chairman of the group, and applied to transfer to Landao City... just for Lao Lin?"

"Guess."

Although Zhao Yijin was talking to Han Changyu, his eyes never left Lin Ming.

And this answer, which was not an answer, also made Han Changyu suddenly realize.

He was very puzzled before, why Zhao Yijin would give up his bright future and run to Landao City.

Now, he finally understood.

"The world is really small. I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao Yijin, who is far away at the overseas headquarters, actually had such an unknown past with Lao Lin." Han Changyu smiled bitterly.

"Love knows no borders and no distance."

Zhao Yijin didn't know whether he was talking to Lin Ming or muttering to himself.

"I hope this time, it's not just my wishful thinking."

"Well, old classmate, I have something to do with Old Han, so I'll take my leave first."

Lin Ming pulled Han Changyu out.

Zhao Yijin didn't stop him.

She stood there, watching the office door close, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

"Lin Ming, I want to see how you can escape from my palm?"