The staff of the marketing department all pretended to be working hard, but their eyes were all peeking at Huang Mingyue. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Pan Jicheng's thoughts can also be regarded as Sima Zhao's heart, which is well known to passers-by, and it is almost not clearly written on his face.

Pan Jicheng leaned obliquely in front of Huang Mingyue's lattice, his eyes swept over Huang Mingyue's snow-white earlobes, pink lips, and slender neck - this woman was the most beautiful because she had not yet discovered her beauty. Pan Jicheng has admired many women, and those women are eager to use all means to magnify their beauty, but Huang Mingyue is an alternative, and all the modifications she makes on her body are to hide her beauty. Pan Jicheng is very interested in this kind of unconscious beauty, but if he is attracted to this alone, it is too much to look down on his number of paragraphs.

Since Huang Yiqing arranged Huang Mingyue into the marketing department, Pan Jicheng only thought that Pan Lizhen's words had played a role, and Huang Yiqing also acquiesced to his relationship with Huang Mingyue, so he temporarily put away his Meng Lang, and prepared to really get Huang Mingyue in the long run.

"You're busy?" Pan Jicheng raised an eyebrow.

Huang Mingyue's slender fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, and she didn't even bother to raise her eyelids: "There's a data that I haven't figured out, I'll check it first." She didn't like Pan Jicheng's frivolous tone very much, and she looked like she was stunned.

"Don't check, if you don't understand anything, just ask me." The tone is not small.

Huang Mingyue sighed secretly, it was difficult to remove this piece of dog skin plaster when it was pasted, and she didn't know what ecstasy Pan Jicheng poured into her in her previous life, making her obey him in a daze. No matter what he said now, Huang Mingyue always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"I want to look up the real estate sentiment index for the last quarter." The year 2008 was a major turning point for China's real estate industry, and Huang Mingyue remembers that the country introduced many policies for the real estate industry to curb the bubble inflation of the industry.

Pan Jicheng was surprised: "What are you doing with this?" "Huang Mingyue's financial assistance is just a name, if she is willing to come over every day to order a mao, even if it is three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, no one dares to say anything.

"Interested." Huang Mingyue didn't believe that Pan Jicheng could say anything.

"The third quarter fell by more than 20 percentage points year-on-year, and I estimate that the fourth quarter may continue to decline." Pan Jicheng looked straight into Huang Mingyue's eyes, and said confidently, "However, there will be a decline in inertia in the first quarter of 09, and it will gradually stabilize in the second quarter, and if you guess correctly, it will turn red next." ”

Huang Mingyue's eyes couldn't help but widen, Pan Jicheng looked at Jiao'er Langdang, but he had done his homework. Although she did not have much research on the real estate industry in her previous life, she also knew that after the cold winter of 2008, the real estate industry would develop and move forward in a spiral, after all, the idea that Chinese can live in peace and be happy is deep-rooted.

Pan Jicheng was very satisfied to see Huang Mingyue's reaction, he, the marketing director, is not a vegetarian, if he didn't really have two hits, Huang Yiqing is not a philanthropist, and he uses the high salary of the marketing director to support him. However, he was faintly strange in his heart, what Huang Mingyue was doing when he checked this, these boring and cold data seemed to be of no use to her. With this spare time, Huang Mingyue might as well go and see what styles of coats are popular this winter, and what latest hairstyles Sassoon has come up with.

"Let's go!"

"Where?" Huang Mingyue felt that she couldn't keep up with Pan Jicheng's jumping train of thought.

"Get out!"

Huang Mingyue shook her head, she was not obliged to accompany him to fish during work hours. She deliberately made a look of embarrassment and looked around. The staff who pricked up their ears and didn't let go of their little bit of communication lowered their heads in unison, she had never found that these seemingly glamorous senior white-collar workers were as gossip as vegetable market aunts. However, the emotional and ethical drama with her and Pan Jicheng as the male and female protagonists should be very good.

"It's still work time." Huang Mingyue made a cautious appearance, but in fact, she politely refused, since she joined the Huang family, she basically turned down all of Pan Jicheng's invitations in the past two months. She was too tired to go to work, and just wanting to stay at home after work became her best excuse.

Pan Jicheng shrugged, his face full of banter: "Some official affairs don't necessarily have to be done in the office. ”

Huang Mingyue's heart moved: "Where to go?" ”

"Century Square." Pan Jicheng put on a businesslike face, "Next is the double festival of Christmas and New Year's Day, and 30% of the annual turnover of Century Plaza is supported by the last two months at the end of this year, I have to go and see how they are prepared." ”

Century Square? Huang Mingyue really hasn't been there in this life.

Century Plaza was originally a dispensable industry under the Huang Group, and the department store industry was sluggish, and it has been losing money and making money in the past few years. Huang Yiqing didn't expect to make money from Century Plaza, and was about to cut off half of its investment and slowly withdraw the funds, but Pan Jicheng took the initiative to ask Ying to take charge of the business of Century Plaza. I don't know if it was the opportunity to catch up with the great development of the new city in the west of the city, or if Pan Jicheng really had a few skills, Century Plaza turned a profit in less than a year, and within two years it jumped to the top three of the most popular department stores in T City.

Huang Mingyue remembers it very clearly. In his previous life, Huang Yiqing never took Century Square seriously, which was exactly what Pan Jicheng wanted. Pan Jicheng relied on the Century Plaza, which he fully controlled, and slowly developed a group of diehards, and he became famous in T City, which is quite a bit of a blue out of the blue and better than the blue.

Huang Mingyue later thought about it carefully, and Century Plaza took the path of Wanda Plaza, providing consumers with a one-stop shopping place, eating, drinking, shopping and entertainment can all be solved in one shopping mall. Although this model has become a trend in various places five or six years later, it can still be regarded as a market opportunity in 2008.

"Just the two of us?" Huang Mingyue felt that her question was a bit redundant.

"What, is there a problem?" Pan Jicheng smiled, "If you feel unaccustomed, you can call Secretary Pei." ”

Pei Fei? Huang Mingyue really wants to call this workplace "white bone spirit", but she is so exquisite, I'm afraid she won't come over to stir up this troubled water.

"Work, you have to get used to everything." Huang Mingyue simply turned off the computer, got up and picked up the cashmere coat on the back of the chair, "Do you want to leave now?" "This is Pan Jicheng's dictatorship, she really wants to see what is going on, he should have made some private accounts behind Huang Yiqing's back.

Pan Jicheng originally thought that Huang Mingyue would be scared for a while, but he didn't expect her to be so simple, but he was a little unaccustomed to it for a while. Huang Mingyue disrupted his rhythm, and he was really in a hurry.

"Let's go, just in time for half past nine." Pan Jicheng thoughtfully picked up the small bag that Huang Mingyue had placed on the table—he didn't believe she didn't eat it.

The people in the marketing department watched Pan Jicheng and Huang Mingyue walk out of the office side by side, just a quarter of an hour before the start of work. The royal relatives are good, there is a high salary to get when it comes to love, and reincarnation is really a technical job.

As soon as the figures of the two disappeared into the elevator, Lin Li sneaked up to Pei Fei and smashed her back with her elbow: "Alas, what is the situation?" ”

Pei Fei didn't bother to raise his eyelids: "What's the situation?" ”

"Fly, don't pretend to be garlic for me." Lin Li looked out and said dissatisfiedly, "Of course it's our Director Pan and Miss Huang." ”

Only then did Pei Fei raise his head from the document and said to Lin Li, who was looking forward to listening to the gossip expression: "What your eyes see is what the situation is." ”

"Cut!" Lin Li was deflated, "You don't have any first-hand information?" ”

Pei Fei's delicately drawn eyes gave Lin Li an honest and unceremonious glance: "Did you eat leek-stuffed buns again in the morning?" Why don't you go for a cup of coffee and press it, wait for your little fresh meat to come down from the twenty-fifth floor, I think you still want to speak? "It's Huang Mingchuan.

Lin Li hurriedly covered her mouth.

Pei Fei nodded: "Just cover your mouth, don't blame me for not reminding you - talk less nonsense and do more, don't worry about idleness if you don't have that life." She said this a little louder, and I am afraid that the ears of the whole market minister will hear it.

Lin Li was stunned for a moment, and went back to her cubicle.

Pei Fei shook his head and watched Huang Mingchuan walk into the marketing department with a stack of folders in his hand, his face full of vitality. This is a good piece of fresh meat, but she is old, and I am afraid that she does not have the good appetite to digest, so she can only watch those young girls who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the sky fighting in the dark.

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Pan Jicheng deliberately drove the car fast, and he liked to hear the roar coming from the exhaust pipe, like a cheetah ready to catch its locked prey.

Huang Mingyue, who was sitting in the passenger seat, silently pulled the seat belt buckle, and then grabbed the armrest with her right hand, trying her best to maintain the balance of her body. There is no need to look at the speedometer, Huang Mingyue also knows that Pan Jicheng has already been speeding, and he should have soared to 100 yards on the highway with a speed limit of 80 yards.

Immature!

Should she cooperate with Pan Jicheng, show a disgraced face, and then beg him to obey the traffic rules and drive slowly, knowing that his sports car does not need to drive so fast is enough to attract attention. Such a sports car can easily pull to 160 yards, Huang Mingyue remembers that she ran a night taxi at that time, and on the way back from the empty car, she could drive the old Santana to 140 yards, and it was still when she drank half a bottle of Red Star Erguotou.

Huang Mingyue admits that her acting skills are not good, but she really can't play the effect Pan Jicheng expects.

"You're nervous?" Pan Jicheng noticed that Huang Mingyue was holding the armrest's right hand.

Huang Mingyue gave a vague "um".

Pan Jicheng loosened the throttle and stopped at the traffic light at the right time.

"You're really not talkative." Pan Jicheng put his right hand in the middle gear, only three or four inches away from Huang Mingyue's legs.

Huang Mingyue smiled reluctantly.

"You seem to enjoy work." Pan Jicheng let go of the brake, kicked the accelerator, and the sports car rushed out, with an excellent push back feeling.

Who likes to work, but if you don't work hard, you will die!

Huang Mingyue had no choice but to speak: "I don't understand anything, just take this opportunity to learn more." ”

"What do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn everything." Huang Mingyue pretended to be stupid than pretended.

Pan Jicheng laughed sullenly: "You also transferred out the company's financial statements for the past two years, can you understand it?" ”

Huang Mingyue was alarmed, she secretly used Huang Mingchuan's number to log in to Huang's intranet to download the financial statements of recent years, how did Pan Jicheng find out?

"I want to see how the financial statements of large companies are done." Huang Mingyue was half-truthful, "However, there are some things that I really can't understand." ”

"It's weird to understand. Didn't your teacher teach you that the financial statements of listed companies are made for shareholders to see? ”

Huang Mingyue shook her head, she really hadn't studied the Tao in this well. However, she didn't quite believe Pan Jicheng's words. For a company as big as Huang's, if the audit keeps a firm eye on it, there should not be two accounts.

"Then it depends on Xia Rose's ability." Pan Jicheng clutch shift smoothly, "Oh, do you know Xia Rose? ”

"I heard that she jumped to Datong."

"This woman is not simple, if she can teach you in the company, the current financial director ......" Pan Jicheng expressed his opinion with a pout.

"Do we really want to cooperate with Datong?" Huang Mingyue took this conversation.

"Maybe!"

"Doesn't the Huang family have the funds to develop Plot 53 independently? I don't think Datong will be able to come up with much money. "She had to worry about plot 53, which was at stake in her fate.

Pan Jicheng glanced at Huang Mingyue strangely: "Are you still worried about this?" I'm fine now, so if you want to know, you can ask Mingchuan. ”

Huang Mingyue consciously lost her words and said curtly: "I always feel that this Datong that suddenly appeared is a little strange." ”

"Don't talk about this, it's strange that someone naturally cares about this." Pan Jicheng thinks that Huang Mingyue is so stupid and cute, she doesn't understand anything, but she still wants to understand everything, can't she be a wealthy daughter quietly?

Huang Mingyue was silent, she selfishly hoped that the Huang family would give up the No. 53 plot, but Licheng withdrew from the competition, and the Huang family was bound to win it a long time ago. In the previous life, plot 53 was developed into a residential community according to the original idea, and the market did not buy it. Huang Mingyue doesn't believe that so many talented people in the marketing department can't see that this plot No. 53 located in the Fifth Ring Road is actually a tasteless chicken rib that is a pity to abandon?

What kind of ambition does Huang Yiqing have, and what kind of plan will he be so persistent?

"It's here!"

When Huang Mingyue came back to her senses, Pan Jicheng had already parked the car.

Huang Mingyue looked at the time, it was nine twenty, and there were still ten minutes before the opening of Century Plaza.

Pan Jicheng got out of the car very gentlemanly, and went around from the front of the car to the co-driver's side to open the door for Huang Mingyue. Huang Mingyue's feet in black high heels stepped on the ground of the parking lot, and the thin heels hit a small stone, which made her stumble.

"Be careful!" Pan Jicheng's eyes were quick, and he hugged Huang Mingyue with both hands, and his posture was very ambiguous.

Huang Mingyue hurriedly stood firm, screaming in her heart.

Pan Jicheng felt the resistance of Huang Mingyue's limbs, but the hair that swept to his face at the moment Huang Mingyue staggered left him with a strange feeling of crispness and numbness, which he had never had before. (To be continued.) )