is also Hu Guqi's biological son, Hu Ziyao's excellence and Hu Zijing's cynicism will always become the subject of repeated comparisons. Of course, Hu Zijing is a well-deserved negative teaching material.

He wandered around the first floor for a long time, only to see a middle-aged and elderly man with Mediterranean hairstyle coming over, there was no imaginary big welcome, and the scene of the two rows of tall secretaries on the left and right smiling and greeting him was like a bubble bursting in his mind.

He kind of understood what his father said - the operation of the company is not something you can influence. It's just concise, in one sentence.

"You're a new kid, aren't you?" Mediterranean said hello lazily, "Come, come, follow me." ”

Before Hu Zijing could say a word, the Mediterranean Sea had already consciously led the way ahead.

Mediterranean took him to an office and laid him a pile of papers, "No, you can finish this before you get off work." If you have any questions, just ask your colleagues on the side. ”

With that, Mediterranean ignored him and busied himself into his office, burying his head in the information.

During the whole process, Hu Zijing had not had the opportunity to explain his prominent identity and background, and he had been choked by the stack of documents in front of him.

He sighed softly and looked up at the men and women around him, dressed in suits and leather shoes, white-collared beauties, but with haggard faces, as if they had not been able to rest day and night in a huge project.

The woman on the left took a quick sip of tea, her fingers tapping into a hasty rhythm on the keyboard, the man on the right took a pen and kept drawing, another man in the corner picked up the phone, and others walked around quickly, or discussed projects.

The whole world is stuck in a marathon against time, exhausted, and has to keep going.

He didn't say anything, opened a document and began to look at it...... Those documents never seemed to be missing, and one by one words kept filling his eyes and brain.

After a long time, he looked at his watch, it turned out that it was already noon, but the people in the office did not have the slightest sense of stopping the work in hand, and they were still working hard.

He stood up, put the papers neatly aside, and walked out slowly.

I didn't expect to bump into the Mediterranean director head-on, "What? Want to go out and be lazy so soon? He began to criticize sharply.

"I've done, I've done." He replied slowly, word by word, without questioning. Because of the height gap with the Mediterranean, Hu Zijing had to bow his head slightly when he spoke, but he quickly looked straight ahead again.

"Who's to say that's all that's left? There's still a lot of work. As he spoke, Mediterranean took out another pile of dusty papers from his desk, and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't think about going home if you don't finish these today!" ”

"I'll do it." He continued to walk out. That kind of cold aura, so that the sea did not know how to answer, can only stupidly look at Hu Zijing's departing back, the office staff noticed this strange atmosphere, one after another stopped talking, buried their heads deeper.

When he walked out of the company's gate, the oncoming air made him feel very transparent and comfortable.

He remembered something again, took out his phone and looked for the number, only to remember that he didn't have her number.

So I broadcast the phone to my home again......

On the phone, Sister-in-law Zhang was still chattering, "The young lady doesn't know where to buy vegetables, and she can't make lunch without ingredients, so Mrs. is very angry, so let the Butai Hotel make a ...... for lunch."