Chen Siqi never expected that Zhang Yang would make a fool of himself in public, this breath was really depressed in his heart, how could the man who once said that he loved him become so outrageous, could it really be that he didn't want himself? Chen Siqi didn't find out that there was anything wrong with him, he attributed this kind of fault to Zhao Shumin, it was this fox spirit that caused her to lose Zhang Yang, and she must be punished.

Chen Siqi was like crazy, she grabbed her hair scattered, she couldn't control her emotions, she wanted to take revenge, but the object of her revenge had already been persuaded to leave the factory, so she sprinkled this emotion on Zhang Yang's head. Be sure to find his weaknesses and make him kneel in front of himself and admit his mistakes. Yes, to conquer! Conquer all the unruly men!

Chen Siqi planned the corresponding steps in her heart, and she wanted to eat Zhang Yang's life little by little. Thinking of this, Chen Siqi smiled evilly, leaned forward hard with her full breasts, and then gently pulled her clothes, and the annoying highlights were even more prominent......

Zhang Yang stood in the roller room in a daze, he never understood this woman's thoughts, he couldn't help asking, can this transformed cabbage worm become a butterfly? Zhang Yang looked at the new printer, his face was blank.

Ah Yu received a call from Tang Long in the office and immediately stood up, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the technology department, and asked when he saw people: "Have you seen Zhang Yang?" ”

The young men in the craft department shook their heads one after another, so Ah Yu slipped to the laboratory department to take a look, Xiao Qiu stopped his probe and shrank his head, and asked, "Is there something?" ”

"Did you see Zhang Yang?" Ah Yu asked.

"No, I haven't seen him today." Xiao Qiu replied with a wink.

"Oh." Ah Yu frowned, turned to leave, and ran straight towards the roller room.

On the way, Ayu met Director Zhang, who stopped him in a hurry when he saw him.

"Ayu, what's going on in such a hurry?"

"Zhang Chang, just now Tang Long called and said that he was looking for Zhang Yang in an urgent matter, and I was looking for someone in a hurry." Ah Yu didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"Did you say anything?" Director Zhang tightened his eyebrows, and there was a deep Sichuan character on his forehead.

"It seems to be about kickbacks, but I don't know the specifics." Ah Yu had already guessed in his heart about the roller printing oil and pigments, but he couldn't say it clearly in front of Director Zhang.

When Director Zhang heard this, his heart suddenly tightened, and the Sichuan character pattern was comfortable and gathered, flashing back and forth on his forehead three times.

"Rebates? Did he take it? Director Zhang vaguely guessed that something was wrong.

"It's hard to say, I'm not worried about this too!" The implication is that he's looking for him right now.

"Okay, I see, you can handle it yourself." Director Zhang didn't say much, he was thinking at this time that this couldn't be groundless, who was this whistleblower? That's what worries him the most.

"Then I'm leaving." Ah Yu said hello and went into the roller room.

"Zhang Yang, what are you doing here?" Ah Yu asked head-on.

Zhang Yang suddenly dreamed, he looked at Ah Yu with sleepy eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Is there something?" ”

"Of course there is, take a step to speak." Ayu picked him up and walked out of the roller room.

Zhang Yang stared at him a little unnaturally, thinking, is he still hiding in Tibet?

"Zhang Yang, Tang Long just called to find you. You be careful. "It's inconvenient for Ah Yu to wake him up, and some things can only be realized by himself.

"Where?" Zhang Yang asked indifferently.

"His office." Ah Yu said where Tang Long was waiting for him.

After Zhang Yang heard this, he just responded in a low voice, and didn't say much, and directly dragged his heavy legs slowly.

Along the way, Zhang Yang didn't think about anything else, and he didn't know what Tang Long was looking for him about. It's just that his spirit has been in a low state, and the whole person is like a lost soul, and it is difficult to see his ordinary appearance.

In the office, Tang Long sat at a long desk, he made a special trip to quit everything, waiting for the most chaotic person in the company.

As soon as Zhang Yang entered the door, he felt the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

"Director Zhang, you're here. Have a seat. Tang Long raised his hand and greeted this lord with a unique personality.

"Mr. Tang, are you looking for me?" Zhang Yang sat down on the prepared chair and asked slowly.

"Nothing else, just talk about what happened at work recently." Tang Long did not take a radical attitude against him, but used a calm tone, in the form of chatting, Le Klek.

"What kind of report does Mr. Tang want to hear?" Zhang Yang knew that this was Tang Long's polite words, and he would definitely come when he should come, instead of wasting time by chatting, it was better to come more cheerfully and directly.

"Whatever, you can. It's just small talk, anyway. Tang Long didn't seem to be in a hurry, and the question of taking over the bearded guy must not be too drastic.

"Okay, let's talk about production." Zhang Yang vaguely felt bad, but he had to take one step at a time to see all the way.

"Okay." Tang Long put his hands together and placed them on the table.

"The two roller machines have been converted to production five or six times, and the machine is running normally, but the scraper wears out too quickly, and the two ends are replaced with a set of blades in three days, but there seems to be nothing to report except for these." Zhang Yang commented on the past in minimalist language.

"Finished?" Tang Long stretched out his head and asked.

"It's over." Zhang Yang repeated affirmatively.

"Have you encountered any other difficulties in production?" Tang Long tried to steer the topic to today's topic.

"No, everything is normal."

"So it's normal after changing the pigment and ink?"

"That's right. In the past, the flower glaze was always a paste roller, but now it is much better. ”

"Is it much better, or is it not happening like that?" Tang Long asked.

"There's no such thing anymore." Zhang Yang said affirmatively.

"In other words, you should be credited with this credit." Tang Long looked at him intently.

"Forget it, it's all work, it's all within the scope of work." Zhang Yang didn't take credit either, and he still didn't understand what medicine Tang Long was selling in this gourd.

"It's good, it's not arrogant, it's commendable."

"There's nothing to praise for that. It should be done. ”

"It should be praised or praised."

"No." Zhang Yang sat on a chair and waited for Tang Long's theme call.

Tang Long was not in a hurry, he stood up and picked up the teapot and began to make tea.

"Mr. Tang, tea is free." Zhang Yang smiled and said tentatively.

"I can't avoid it, I have to get tea (check)." Tang Long punned on Zhang Yang's words.

A cup of small Zhante Guanyin was placed in front of Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang didn't think about it, and picked it up and played with it between his fingers for a while.

Tang Long also sniffed the tea, his eyes staring at the tea, as if he was interested in the embroidered red in the cup. Then smile, wait for the tea to cool slightly, and drink it all in one gulp.