Meng Zhiyang finally brought the lunch box to the company by himself, and it seemed a little too deliberate for him to be embarrassed if he had to run again at noon.

Thinking of Lian Wuyi's happy expression because he agreed to take the bento away, his mood was also happy.

Because of his good mood, as soon as Meng Zhiyang's state entered the company today, everyone felt that he was not so indifferent.

Wu Qian saw that Meng Zhiyang also followed him into his office, and asked with concern:

"Mr. Meng, how are you feeling now, do you need me to do something for you?"

In fact, Wu Qian sent several messages to Meng Zhiyang last night, wanting to confirm whether he was okay, but Meng Zhiyang only replied with two words: It's okay.

Meng Zhiyang walked to the desk and put the bag containing the bento on the empty side cabinet, and then said:

"It's okay, you go to work."

His answer was just as short and clear, and he didn't mean anything more.

Wu Qian wanted to ask a few more words, Wang Jun came in, he saw that Meng Zhiyang was alive and vibrant, and complained dissatisfiedly:

"I thought you were too sick to come to the company, and I didn't answer your calls, I just thought about going to your house to find you."

Wang Jun saw that Meng Zhiyang was fine, and his heart was relieved, but there were still complaints.

After Meng Zhiyang left the company yesterday, on the one hand, he was afraid that it would affect his rest, Wang Jun didn't call him to ask about the situation, but just sent a message, but Meng Zhiyang only called back at night to reassure him that he was fine.

In the morning, Wang Jun was not at ease, and he didn't answer the phone after calling Meng Zhiyang several times in a row. So Wang Jun thought that Meng Zhiyang's stomach pain was not good, so he was worried, and Meng Zhiyang came to work in the company.

Meng Zhiyang took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and said, "The mobile phone is muted, I didn't notice a call coming." ”

Speaking of the phone, Meng Zhiyang remembered the good communication with the French customer in the morning, he didn't wait for Wang Jun to say anything, he directly skipped what he was saying, he looked at Wu Qian and said:

"Assistant Wu, the president of the French "North" company will personally come to us next week to communicate the matters of cooperation, and you go and prepare all the materials that should be prepared for me in advance. ”

When it comes to work, Wu Qian doesn't dare to slack off, and she doesn't have a chance to show Meng Zhiyang anything else. But in terms of work, as long as Meng Zhiyang explains, she hopes that she can do it perfectly, so that Meng Zhiyang absolutely trusts her as an assistant.

After Wu Qian went out, Meng Zhiyang said to Wang Jun again:

"What do you think the new president of North, James, has offered to come and interview us in person?"

"The new official took office three times, and we were able to cooperate successfully with North, or it took you and you to fly to France in person and take a lot of effort to win it. However, the fact that the old president of North is willing to cooperate with us does not mean that his son is also willing to cooperate with us. ”

Speaking of North's customer, Wang Jun said that it took him and Meng Zhiyang a lot of effort to win it, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Their company was only officially profitable three years ago, in other words, it was just stabilizing, and the scale was really not big.

However, only one foreign-funded company in the country has the technology of that kind of accessories for the accessories required for the electronic products they develop, and that foreign-funded company is France's North Group.

So they had no choice but to try to contact the person in charge of the branch of the North Group in City A to negotiate. However, when the person in charge of the North Group's branch in City A knew that their company was only a small company, he did not give them any chance to cooperate at all.

So, Meng Zhiyang discussed with Wang Junyi and made an impeccable cooperation plan and flew directly to the headquarters of the North Group in France to meet the top leader of the North Group ~ Edward. North interviewed.

Of course, they met Edward. Nor did the process of North be seen at hand, and after they stayed in France for a whole month, Edward. North was willing to see them.

That is, on that side, two hairy boys in their early twenties made Edward. North personally signed the contract they had brought.

I have to say that Meng Zhiyang and Wang Jun's company started more and more steadily. North's endorsement helped a lot.

Although in recent years, the North Group has also benefited a lot because of them, but Meng Zhiyang and Wang Jun have always been grateful to Edward. North trusted them at the beginning, otherwise they might have missed out on the best period of development.

Their cooperation with the North Group has been stable and healthy. It's just that three months ago Edward. North retired and the group was handed over to his only son, James. North, although it is not clear how James will change his cooperation with them for the time being, but it also faintly feels that it will not go as smoothly as before.

Meng Zhiyang also agreed with Wang Jun's casual conjecture, he thought for a while and said:

"Wang Jun, although we are not familiar with James, but before he went home to inherit the family business, he was the president of another branch of a British group, you should have heard of his methods, he is not a good stubble, I'm afraid we still have to deal with him."

Wang Jun nodded, of course he knew more or less about James's style. It is said that most of the people who work with him will be squeezed back by him, and in the end, the side represented by James will always benefit more.

Regarding James's killing methods, Wang Jun was not too worried, he sat down and said face-to-face with Meng Zhiyang:

"We don't know what his plans are now, we can only do what we should be prepared for first, and we have nothing to say if he is willing to trade fairly, if he wants to use his method of squeezing people on us, then we are not soft persimmons, we can let him squeeze at will."

Meng Zhiyang is not as simple as Wang Jun thought, although the current strength of their company is no longer the small company that needs to ask for cooperation everywhere. But of all their profits, the North Group accounts for 30 percent, and if the unpleasant negotiation with James leads to the failure to continue to cooperate, or no longer cooperates, then their profit loss for a year is not small.

However, Wang Jun is not wrong, they don't know James's specific plans yet, and all the ideas can't explain anything, and they can only adapt after meeting with James.

Wang Jun saw Meng Zhiyang pondering, and seemed to be a little worried, he knocked on the table and said with a smile:

"Hey, come back to your senses, what's there to worry about, no matter how difficult James is, can't the two of us combined be able to deal with him?"

"Heh, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to deal with him, I don't care about other customers, but I don't want to make the relationship too ugly for the cooperation partner of the North Group, after all, we can get to this day, and Edward's trust has played a key role."

"Well, Edward's old man is a very down-to-earth man, and he is fair in business, and he deserves respect. It's just that once a son of heaven and a courtier, it is not him who is in power now, and our cooperation with him will actually be terminated when he retires, and whether he can continue to cooperate well in the future depends on his son's attitude. ”

For Wang Jun's words, Meng Zhiyang is noncommittal, it is indeed a son of heaven and a courtier, the current head of the North Group has changed, if there are different ways of cooperation, as long as it is fair, then it can continue to be mutually beneficial, if it is not fair, then it can only rely on their own ability to protect their own interests.

After discussing other work details with Wang Jun, Wang Jun also went back to his office.

And Meng Zhiyang also buried himself in work, until Wu Qian came in with a thermos pot and reminded him:

"Mr. Meng, it's time for dinner, it's time for you to eat."

Both public and private Wu Qian want to care about Meng Zhiyang's body, as his assistant, Wu Qian also understands Meng Zhiyang's style of doing things to some extent. He never delays his work, but he seems to eat only to live, and he never asks for anything, almost always he eats whatever she orders.

This time, Meng Zhiyang had a stomach pain, and Wu Qian decided to take the opportunity to change the way she approached that was too stiff, and she thought about getting closer to them by preparing a homely bento for Meng Zhiyang.

Wu Qian put the thermos pot in front of Meng Zhiyang's office desktop, because Meng Zhiyang was still handling work, and did not answer Wu Qian's request for him to eat, she reminded again:

"Mr. Meng, it's time to eat."

Meng Zhiyang put away the pen after reading the last document, closed the folder, and then raised his hand to look at his watch, it was already half past twelve, it was time to eat.

remembered that Lian Wuyi had reminded him to eat on time before going out, and he smiled faintly.

Wu Qian carefully noticed his different expression, but she didn't ask more, she knew that Meng Zhiyang put away the pen on behalf of the suspension of work, so Wu Qian said again:

"Mr. Meng, I brought you hot porridge from home, because considering that you have an upset stomach, I thought it would be more appropriate for you to drink porridge."

Meng Zhiyang looked at the thermos pot that Wu Qian put on the table, then looked at Wu Qian again, and said:

"Assistant Wu, you seem to have brought my lunch box from home yesterday, right?"

"Yes, but I didn't expect Mr. Meng's stomach to be upset."

"I don't have to prepare my bento from home in the future."

After Meng Zhiyang finished speaking, Wu Qian's face changed in embarrassment, and asked:

"Mr. Meng thinks the bento I brought is unappetizing?"

"It's nothing to do with this, you're my assistant, not my babysitter, and you're not obligated to use your personal time to do anything else for me."

Without waiting for Wu Qian to say anything, he pointed to the thermos pot brought by Wu Qian and said:

"Take it out, I'll take it myself."

Meng Zhiyang stood up and picked up a bag from the side cabinet and walked to the sofa, not paying attention to Wu Qian's disappointed and surprised look.

I didn't expect him to bring a bento to the company, he didn't cook at all, and he didn't know who prepared it for him?

Wu Qian also walked to the sofa with the thermos pot she brought, but saw that Meng Zhiyang had already taken out a thermos pot from the bag, as if there was stomach medicine, and he picked up the stomach medicine and looked at it, and the smile on his lips was easy to see.

Wu Qian is a woman, a woman who secretly likes Meng Zhiyang, she can sensitively see that Meng Zhiyang's expression is thinking of someone, a person who can make him laugh unconsciously, and it can only be a woman.

Just when Wu Qian secretly wondered if there was a woman beside Meng Zhiyang, the door of the office was opened, and Wang Jun also came in with a thermos pot and said:

"You haven't eaten yet, I forgot that when I went out, Yu Ning asked the maid to make a pot of porridge for you."

As soon as Wang Jun walked in front of Meng Zhiyang, he saw that there was already a thermos pot in front of Meng Zhiyang, he thought it was prepared by Wu Qian for Meng Zhiyang, but Wu Qian also had a thermos pot in his hand, and the situation was a bit delicate.

"Uh, then I'll go out first, Mr. Wang, Mr. Meng, you talk."

Wu Qian was a little embarrassed by Wang Jun, and she turned around and went out after she finished speaking.

Meng Zhiyang poured out the porridge from the thermos pot and drank it, Wang Jun said in amazement as if he had discovered a new continent:

"Where did you get this bento from? It doesn't look like Wu Qian's preparation, and you can't cook it yourself. ”

"Of course, the bento is brought from home, otherwise what is it called?"

"Brought at home? Doesn't your house never fire? ”

Wang Jun is probably one of the few people who have been to Meng Zhiyang's apartment, and Meng Zhiyang's house is so stiff that it looks like no one lives in it, it is big and cold, and there is no smell of fireworks at all.

Meng Zhiyang drank the comfortable stomach porridge, looked at Wang Jun and said briefly with a smile:

"There is a snail girl at home, and there has been a lot of fire recently."

Thinking of Lian Wuyi, Meng Zhiyang thought of the adjective Tianluo girl.

Wang Jun raised his eyebrows and smiled, feeling that Meng Zhiyang had become different, and it seemed that the bento he brought was an interesting bento.