A few days later, it was late August.

The city streets at night are lit up with stars in front of you.

"Buzz-" The phone swirled in his handbag, followed by a string of ringtones.

Song Qiyue was driving, she held the steering wheel, rummaged through the phone in her bag, glanced at the call reminder displayed on the screen, she frowned slightly and pressed the speaker to answer, "Big brother." ”

The call was from Song Lianheng, "How are you doing?" ”

"Not bad." It's rare, the opening remarks are not about business but about the recent situation, Song Qiyue responded, "Wuzhou has been very busy recently, and there are a lot of entertainments, hey, it's rare to have a day off, and I have to be arrested to work overtime......"

She was talking about trivial things in life, but Song Lianheng was impatient, he interrupted her, "July, how is the thing I handed over to you?" ”

Song Qiyue immediately accepted the conversation, he had long known that he would not be so kind and just came to greet himself.

"I haven't written a word yet." Song replied.

"It's too slow!" Song Lianheng was already dissatisfied with her progress, "It's already August, and you have to bid next month, you don't have much time!" ”

Song Qiyue is not clear, but Mr. Mo is also busy with this project these days.

"Got it, I'll get what you want as soon as possible." Song Qiyue was driving the car, and she didn't pay attention to the car behind her, and she burst into a foul mouth, "Damn!" ”

Song Lianheng couldn't listen to these vulgar words, he reminded, "July, you are a girl!" ”

"Yes, yes, I'm not driving? If you are not careful, you will be overtaken by the one behind. ”

"I'm hanging, you drive and pay attention."

"Okay, bye-bye."

At the red light ahead, the car stopped, and Song Qiyue turned her head and glanced at her handbag.

The inner layer of the zipper was opened, and a delicate gift box was faintly visible inside, Song Qiyue picked it up and played with it, and threw it back.

The car arrived at the door of the Mo Mansion, and the guards looked around.

"Hey." The car window was lowered, and Song Qiyue was greeting him.

"Miss Song!" The guards saw that it was her and hurried to let her go.

After stopping the car, Song Qiyue stepped on high heels and walked upstairs to the mansion, "Zheng Yan is in the study?" ”

"Yes, Miss Song." The butler answered.

The spacious study is very simple, here is European-style furniture, Mo Zhengyan is sitting in that side of the world, he is facing the laptop screen.

Song Qiyue ran over, and she blindfolded him from behind, "Guess who I am!" ”

"July."

"Who told you to guess me, I have a gift for you, guess what." Song Qiyue said with a smile.

"As long as it's sent by you, I like it." He pulled her hand down.

"Really?" She took the gift from her back and placed it in front of him, "Open it and take a look." ”

Mo Zhengyan opened the gift box, and in the velvet cloth, a delicate tie clip was embedded in it. He picked up the tie clip and looked, the pattern was engraved with the eyes of an eagle, which was very unique.

Song Qiyue pointed to the amber eagle eye and said, "It's the eye of the goshawk, you will use it tomorrow, I will check, you must use it this time, otherwise, I will really ignore you." ”

……

The next day, in the conference room on the top floor of the Mohs Building, everyone was seated.

Led by Mo Zhengyan, the general manager of the group, on one side is Chu Xiaoxin, the project leader, and Qian Jue, the secretary.

The main theme of today's meeting is the Cross Harbour Tunnel project.

Mo Zhengyan sat at the head, he looked at everyone indifferently, black and white were his usual colors, but today, he wore a tie clip on the tie in front of his shirt.

Everyone noticed, just because the tie clip was very special and not very common.

It's the eagle's eye of a goshawk.