Du quietly looked at the person in the mirror in front of him: the hair of the man in front of him was messy and regular, slightly unkempt on his head, very textured, making people feel very soft when they looked at it, and they couldn't help but want to touch it; under the hair were thick eyebrows, hanging on his face like two carving knives, his eyes were calm, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Down, it's a white shirt, but it's not ironed, it's wrinkled everywhere, and the top two buttons haven't been buttoned, so you can see the collarbone inside, and then down...... It's just a half-length mirror, and you can only see so much.

He had just washed his face, and the water was still all over his face, dripping down his cheeks and over his chin, entering through the opening of his shirt, sliding down his chest, and then sliding down to the fit of his chest muscles and shirt, wetting his shirt and forming a small water stain.

Duane pulled the towel aside and wiped it casually, tossed the towel aside, left the washstand, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom.

This is a French-style residence, the rooms are in different shades of gray and white, and the floor is covered with a hand-woven carpet, which feels good to walk on.

Duane went from the bathroom to the bedroom, and then turned out and into the sitting area, where the light was good all the way - thanks to the long row of windows on the wall on one side of the room, which were so bright that the sunlight let in very well.

After coming to the reception area, the first scene that caught his eyes was people, many people.

The spacious reception area was full of people, the sofas were all full, and there were not enough people, all of them sat on the floor, and the coffee table was not empty, and it was full of things: brown paper bags, stacks of A4 paper, silver, black, red, and even strange green laptops, and the floor was not empty, and the carpet was littered with paper, folders, computer bags, mobile phones, stinky leather shoes......

Probably because there were not enough chairs, Duane also saw someone pull the two Ames chairs in the work area.

These people at the scene are all in suits and leather shoes, and the clothes on their bodies are at least 3,000, but now these brand-name clothes are all crumpled and crooked hanging on those people's bodies, most of the cuffs are rolled up, and none of the ties are well worn, and there are all postures: tail whirlwind shoulder style, long left short right style, bow type, hanging type...... In addition, most of their hair is also very shiny and shiny, and it looks as if they can fry a dish with a scrape, and strands of it stick to their heads obediently.

This scene is a bit miserable, and Duane can't bear to look at it: these people are all middle and high-level managers, but now they are doing it like a beggar gang meeting, doing evil. There is also this room, the presidential suite for more than 10,000 days, and the scene special effects of the scrap yard are stunned, and it is also a cow.

But he completely ignored that he had done it all himself.

Duane's eyes wandered around the crowd, and finally froze in one direction, strode over, came to Feng Kang's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

Feng Kang sat on the sofa, his head lifted from the pile of papers on his lap, and through the other party's lenses, Du Kang could even see that this usually meticulous middle-aged man had a lump of eye feces on the inside of his blood-colored right eye.

He ignored the eye droppings and refocused his gaze on Feng Kang's eyeballs, "How's it going?"

Duane deliberately raised his voice as he spoke.

No way, it's too noisy here, several people are talking at the same time, "Director Criminal", "Director Li", "Boss Wang" and the like are full of voices, and because there are other people on the phone, in order to ensure the quality of their calls, these guys unconsciously turned up their voices, so it makes this place the same as a vegetable market.

Feng Kang shook his head and said loudly: "It's still simulating and calculating." ”

Duane asked loudly again, "What about the government?"

Feng Kang continued to answer loudly: "There is still no progress!"

Du An nodded, indicating that he understood, and patted Feng Kang's shoulder again, "Hard work!" and then straightened up and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

He stepped over a hairy leg, crossed two chairs, and flew over a coffee table full of miscellaneous items, and finally successfully passed through the garbage dump, entered the kitchen, and then began to make coffee leisurely, while grinding beans while looking at the hot scene in the reception room, he couldn't help but sigh secretly: It's better to be the boss, as long as the next goal, things will naturally have the following people to do, sleep if you want to, grind coffee if you want to grind coffee, you can enjoy it.

This is a presidential suite on the 37th floor of the Shanghai Hilton Hotel, which he specially set for this trip to Shanghai, and it was really distressing for more than 10,000 days, but after Feng Kang urgently dispatched people to transfer it, this room showed its superiority - in addition to being his own bedroom, he could also make a cameo appearance in the team's workplace.

However, Feng Kang also worked hard, and after being a goal for himself, the middle-aged man who was obviously in his forties was running at full speed like an energetic young man, making a detailed list in just half a day, and dispatching a team with a rich and reasonable organizational structure to come over, and the next time he kept working for a second, and the whole person seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, and he was about to take off.

Duane looked a little unbearable...... Then he continued to grind his coffee, happily watching the group of people work hard under the leadership of Feng Kang.

It's great to have such an employee......

Du Anxin sighed, thinking about how much shares should be given to Feng Kang in the next project to trap this guy - chicken blood is only temporary, in the adult world, ideals can only be firm on the basis of interests. An ideal without interests is a fantasy, and an ideal without an ideal is a job, only when both sides supply blood to each other, this is called "career", and it is also something that can trap people like Feng Kang.

He was sighing when his phone rang suddenly. took it out and took a look, and saw that it was Xie Jin's call.

Duane looked at the caller ID for a few seconds, then stopped what he was doing and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Elder Xie, do you have any advice?"

And Xie Jin's first sentence made him stunned.

"I heard you're in Shanghai now?"

Du An was stunned for two seconds before responding with a smile, "You are very well-informed, you know this." ”

Xie Jin on the other end seemed to chuckle, "I know more things than you think. He didn't continue on the topic, but shifted away, "By the way, where do you live? I've been busy with your business for the past few days, and I was almost busy yesterday, and I happened to be in Shanghai today, so let's talk about it." ”

"You're in Shanghai too?"

Duane thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but I have something on my side, I may be needed at any time, and I can't leave for the time being, if you don't mind, then can you come to my side?"

Xie Jin on the other end agreed very happily, "No problem." ”

"Okay, I'm ...... now"

After Duane's address was reported, he said a few more words and hung up the phone.

After he put down his phone, he didn't have the heart to grind the coffee and looked at the reception room.

It's too messy and noisy here, and the internal affairs of his own company don't seem to be very suitable for outsiders to see, so Du An's went to the bedroom to call a dayuse, and after the waiter sent the room card over, he sent a message to Xie Jin, asking him to go directly to the room that was now open, and then cleaned up and talked to Feng Kang and passed.

The newly opened room was on the 8th floor, it was a single standard, and Duane had been sitting in it for a long time before the doorbell rang.

He went over to open the door and saw that it was Xie Jin standing outside, but Duane's gaze naturally crossed over to Xie Jin and looked behind him—behind him stood a man, a man who had never thought he would see him here.

Jiang Zhiqiang. (To be continued.) )