"Dangdangdang-" Wang Bo, who returned to the apartment, handed a bouquet of fiery roses to the girl who was staring at the screen typing, "Do you like it, Yanzi, I've sent it to you!" Wang Bo said to the girl with a bright smile.

"Ahh "Like ......" the girl took the flaming red rose and said softly.

"You won't be moved by a bouquet of roses, right?" Zheng Yan's expression made Wang Bo a little surprised, and he quickly began to blame himself. Although Zheng Yan is not the kind of vain girl who likes to swagger and likes her boyfriend to change tricks to please herself and make herself happy, but a boyfriend like him who is not romantic at all is really a bit of that.

Fortunately, it's not too late to make amends.

"Swallow, let's go out to eat together tonight. Just the two of us. I heard that the buffet at the Jinyuan Hotel is good, so let's try the buffet at Jinyuan today, and then ...... Also stayed there for the night. You can call your uncle and aunt later, and say that you are on a temporary business trip today, how about it?" Wang Bo, who was lying on the partition wall of Zheng Yan's desk with his hands, winked at the girl.

Zheng Yan looked at the roses with water droplets in her hands, and then at the boy in front of her who was staring at her with a look of hope, and finally, her eyes fell on the computer screen, on which was a word document, and in the center of the word document, were three bold and black Chinese characters:

Letter of resignation.

"Hmm. Zheng Yan minimized the word document, buried her face in the fragrant red roses, hummed softly, and the tears that had been rolling in her eyes for a long time finally couldn't help rolling down.

"Okay! Now I'm going to go back to a couple of emails. We set off at about five o'clock. Looking at Zheng Yan, who buried her head in the bouquet, Wang Bo didn't think much about it, but thought that the girl liked the flowers he sent. Wang Bo was so happy that he made up his mind to send a handful of different flowers to the swallows every day for the next week.

Wang Bo returned to his desk and began to reply to the emails and the messages on the button. Now several companies, starting point Chinese network, "blog China" because of their own attributes of course as soon as they came out of the Internet, others, "Zeng's catering" and "real estate division" two entities also early under his initiative to achieve network office. Of course, it is impossible for a front-line salesperson to access the Internet, but the company's senior management has his buckle and email address. Wang Bo also encouraged the CEOs of various companies to report to him via email and instant messaging.

If Wang Bo now spends an average of three hours a day to work, at least two hours of which are spent dealing with emails and deduction messages from several company CEOs.

Wang Bo, who was sitting in front of the desk computer, quickly dealt with the work at hand. Thinking of having a sumptuous "candlelight dinner" with the girl at the Jinyuan Hotel in the evening, and there will be more exciting and exciting programs after the "candlelight dinner", Wang Bo's body is hot, and the efficiency of his work seems to be fast-forwarding.

During this period, he heard the printer outside "squeak" several times, it should be Zheng Yan printing some documents. Printed documents usually need to be stamped and signed by him before they can take effect, but Zheng Yan did not come to him. Wang Bo didn't care either, probably because his pretty secretary didn't feel too anxious. If you don't sign it today, you can sign it tomorrow.

Stimulated by a series of "good things" that were about to happen in the evening, Wang Bo dealt with the remaining things at hand with unprecedented speed, and finally finished all of them before five o'clock.

After that, sitting in the seat, he stretched his waist, got up, and walked towards the small living room, but saw that the girl was wiping her table and chair with a rag, and couldn't help laughing: "Yanzi, come and clean it tomorrow." You've swept it now, and when you come tomorrow morning, won't there be ash again?"

"It's okay, I'...... I'll wipe it again. The girl whispered, and then wiped it again.

Wang Bo shook his head, not quite understanding the other party's useless work.

"Then you rub it. I happened to change my clothes. We'll leave after changing clothes, okay?"

"Well, good ......"

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A crystal-gray BMW drives on the North Bin Road leading to the Golden Resources Hotel. Along the way, Wang Bo enthusiastically talked to the girl sitting in the co-pilot.

"Some time ago, I asked Mr. Cheng to invest in a villa in New York, with a total of more than 600 square meters of front garden and back garden. Swallow, if we travel to the United States in the future, we don't need to stay in a hotel. ”

"Hmm......" Zheng Yan hummed, but turned her head in the direction of the car window.

"Speaking of houses, in the past five or six years, the houses in Xiangjiang have fallen miserably, and 97 has returned, and a large number of Xiangjiang people who have no confidence in China have sold their houses. Then came the '98 Asian financial crisis, which led to the inflated price of the Xiangjiang property market blowing up like a balloon overnight, and the housing prices were generally halved by more than 70 percent! Many people who took over the loan to buy houses at a high level wanted to cry without tears, and the bank mortgage was twice as expensive as the total house price. I heard my sister and Aunt Wen Xuan say that the price of many real estate agents' houses changes completely three times a day, and when you go to see a house with a total price of 1 million in the morning, it may change to 95,900,000 in the afternoon.

"However, I think that the Xiangjiang property market, which has been falling for five or six consecutive years, is almost to the end. Last month, I asked Aunt Wen Xuan to go to Xiangjiang and helped my sister choose ten sets on Hong Kong Island and Kowloon, except for a so-called "thousand-foot mansion" on Hong Kong Island, the remaining nine sets are not big, all of them are 506-foot small apartments, which are forty or fifty square meters in the algorithm we are used to. This kind of small apartment is the favorite of Xiangjiang people, and the location chosen by Aunt Wen Xuan is good, whether it is rented or sold in the future, it is more convenient than a large apartment.

"I asked my sister to rent out the remaining nine houses, and the house of more than 100 square meters was left to be renovated, so that people from our mainland would not have to find a hotel to live in the future.

"Now my sister is renovating this house and has found a well-known designer to design it. My sister sent me the renderings, uh, it's beautiful, it's very modern, and it won't be outdated for at least ten years.

"Hehe, Yanzi, I'll take you to stay for a few days and spend a vacation after my sister finishes decorating the house. In addition to being a world-famous financial center, Hong Kong is also a gastronomic capital, and I still have a lingering taste for the crab roe porridge and che boy noodles that Ah Nu Qiao and Ah Sha invited me to eat. The next time we go to Xiangjiang, I'll call those two little ghosts out to be tour guides for the two of us - oh, now Ah Nu Qiao and Ah Sha are big stars, I guess it will be difficult to go shopping as before...... However, whatever, don't forget to dig wells, without the fame song I wrote for those two little ghosts, it would be difficult for them to become famous, and when the time comes, let's go and 'harass' them!"

"Hmm......" Zheng Yan said "hmm" again, and the tears that had been covering for a long time finally couldn't help but fall. She quietly took out a "heart-to-heart" tissue from her bag and wiped it secretly. The snow-white tissue was quickly soaked in half. She bit her lip and stared out the window without blinking, preventing the boy driving from seeing her abnormality.