Zhou's Group.

The secretary knocked on the door and came in: "Mr. Tang, this is the financial information you want." ”

Tang Xiang took it and flipped to the end of the document: "Why didn't you review and sign? Who made this report?"

"It's Vice President Bai. The secretary explained, "This copy is a copy, and the original signed copy is still in Mr. Wu's hands." ”

Tang Xiang roughly flipped through a few pages, and then dialed a call.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao. ”

This Mr. Xiao is the head of the institution that docks with the Qiming Fund project.

Tang Xiang explained a little: "There are a few accounts on our financial side that don't match, can you give me a copy of Qiming's collection details?"

Mr. Xiao said of course.

Tang wanted to thank him: "Excuse me." ”

After hanging up the phone, she asked her secretary, "Where is Wu Yao now?"

Wu Yao is the manager of the company's finance department, and he is personally responsible for the accounts of this project.

"The finance department has a quarterly meeting in the afternoon, and Mr. Wu should still be in the conference room. ”

Tang wanted to get up and walked to the conference room, and a call came from her mobile phone halfway through, and she answered.

The other party opened his mouth and said, "Come and pick me up after work." ”

She thought it was a mistake, so she took another look at the number, and it was the scoundrel: "You made a mistake, I'm not your driver." ”

Jiang Xiaolin was in a good mood, and his words were mixed with a little smile: "I can recite your number backwards, and I won't make a mistake." ”

Don didn't bother to gag with him: "Why should I pick you up?"

He said in a natural tone: "Because you pay in installments." He was in good spirits and gave a suggestion, "It's okay if you don't pay in installments, you can pay it all at once." ”

Tang Xiang walked towards the conference room: "How can you pay it off at once?"

He was unhurried: "Make a promise by example." ”

Sven scum!

When the conference room arrived, Tang Xiang didn't have time to talk to him: "I'm busy, I'll call you later." ”

After saying this, she hung up.

I still want to listen to her voice again, but I only hear Jiang Xiaolin, who is tooping and dooping: "......"

The door of the conference room was not closed tightly, Tang Xiang knocked three times and pushed the door open: "Excuse me." ”

Inside were all colleagues from the finance department, looking at her with all their eyes.

She directly called the name: "Wu Yao, you come out." ”

Wu Yao is a lady in her forties, slightly chubby, always smiling and welcoming, very sleek, she replied jokingly: "Mr. Tang, have a meeting." ”

Wu Yao and Tang Xiang are considered equal according to their positions, but Tang Xiang is directly appointed by the board of directors and reports to the board of directors, and the following managers, including Wu Yao, must report to Tang Xiang.

In this way, Tang wants to be Wu Yao's boss.

Tang wanted to walk into the conference room, stood in front, and the projector cast a white light still with a form on her face: "Colleagues, do you mind if I temporarily add an extra meeting topic?"

There were more than a dozen people sitting on each side of the rectangular conference table, and no one dared to speak out except for shaking their heads. Who would dare to mind, except for the director of the company, the boss of any department has to call the project director Mr. Tang.

She wrote a string of passwords and gave them to the colleague who operated the projector: "Xiao Jia, log in to my computer account." ”

Wu Yao's face was already beginning to be unbearable.

The meeting was held from five o'clock in the afternoon to seven o'clock in the evening, and the accounts of the finance department could not be reconciled, and they were all like vegetables and frightened, especially Wu Yao, who did not stop in a cold sweat in the second half.

At the end of the meeting, Tang Xiang left a sentence for his colleagues in the finance department, and even more so for Wu Yao: "These thirteen accounts, give me the details before tomorrow, and if you can't give them, you will be ready to eat in prison." With that, she got up from the boss's chair and said, "The meeting is dismissed." ”

The finance department was silent, Wu Yao was still sitting, and the people below didn't dare to get up.

"Mr. Wu," the vice president asked tremblingly, "are we still going on?" The rhythm of the meeting was disrupted, and none of their original topics were discussed.

"Let's disperse. ”

Wu Yao got up and went out first.

She walked to the stairwell, looked around and dialed a phone, and as soon as she connected, she said in an anxious tone: "Luo Dong, Mr. Tang, she bites me and doesn't let go, if she can't pay the account tomorrow, she will definitely not let me go." ”

There is only one director of the Zhou Group surnamed Luo, Luo Changfang.

"Who swore to me that the accounts would never be found. ”

Wu Yao explained anxiously: "I didn't expect Mr. Tang to her-"

Luo Changfang didn't finish listening: "If this matter involves me, not only Tang Xiang, but I will not let you go," she paused for a moment and added in a heavy tone, "And your family." ”

She's shutting her mouth.

"Do you understand?"

Wu Yao's back was full of cold sweat: "Ming, understood." ”

Luo Changfang sat on the sofa at home, and after hanging up Wu Yao's phone, he dialed another number: "Last night's lesson is not enough, give her a little more hardship." ”

The other party was a man, and his voice was deep: "I didn't have a chance to start, there was one more person by her side besides the secretary." ”

"Who is it?"

"The eldest young master of the Jiang family. ”

What does this matter have to do with Jiang Xiaolin?

Luo Changfang had no clue.

"Ma'am," said the maid of the house, who came in from outside, "there is your receipt." ”

is an envelope.

The sender did not fill in any information.

Luo Changfang held the mobile phone with one hand and opened the envelope with the other: "Don't worry about Jiang Xiaolin, you look for an opportunity-"

The envelope came out of his hand and fell to the ground, and the contents slipped out, it was a stack of photos, and Luo Changfang was stunned after just looking at it.

It was past seven o'clock, and the lights on the street were shining.

A gray Bentley was parked in front of the gate of the Zhou Group, with a license plate ending in two sixes and two nines, and the owner of the car was leaning against the door, wearing classic suit pants and a white shirt.

Tang wanted to walk out of the company gate: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Xiaolin opened the door of the back seat and put one hand on it, which was an inviting gesture: "You don't come to pick me up, so I have to pick you up." ”