Yuan Renjie's words really spoke to Ms. Hou's heart, especially after Leng Zixiang's company spent a busy day, she was still deeply touched.

The president's wife directly landed in the marketing department, and the president in the prime of life saddled up the horse, carrying his wife's black classic LV bag, and personally sent his wife to the marketing department.

The attitude of the president is very clear: My wife started from the basics, and she will definitely be your leader in the future, so you had better take out all the things at the bottom of the box and brush your wife's favorability.

Under the escort of President Leng, Ms. Hou adapted very quickly, her colleagues greeted her with smiles, and even her boss greeted her.

In just one day, she participated in three meetings alone.

One is the overall coordination meeting held by each department of the company, one is the case summary of the department, and the last is mainly the internal discussion of the group.

The task was handed down layer by layer, and finally in her hands, there was a small case: as a clothing company, the counter they rented in a department store in the new district was about to expire.

Since the counter had been losing money before, there were two opinions within the company, one was that the new area was still under construction, the popularity was insufficient, and the future was promising.

Another view is that the new district has only completed the construction of residential areas at this stage, and related supporting facilities, such as schools and hospitals, have not yet kept up, and it will take at least five years to achieve full prosperity, and the company can rent the counter after five years.

The task of the president's wife is to do a market research and provide sufficient sample data to allow the company's top management to make the most appropriate decision.

Interestingly, Hou Qinghuan's attention was attracted by the company's new product brochure.

This is the company's upcoming new product, which is very fashionable with a mix of silk and fur: the Chinese cheongsam model is added with fur shoulders, or fluffy sleeves, worn on the young and beautiful model, like a grid from a Qing court drama.

Hou Qinghuan spent more than half an hour to see the clothes in this series from beginning to end, and finally couldn't help but take the elevator to the top floor and find her husband.

"How did you design such bells and whistles, but not at all practical clothes?"

Leng Zixiang was stunned, although he started in the clothing business, but after making a fortune, the company gradually involved many industries.

The proportion of the apparel industry is also declining year by year, and now it only accounts for 20% of the group's overall business.

Receiving the promotional brochure handed over by Hou Qinghuan, when he saw the first one, his brows furrowed, and as he flipped faster and faster, his brows became deeper and deeper.

Actually, he has a little secret in his heart.

In the past, the series of clothes designed by the clothing company were all checked by him personally, and the criteria for failing to pass were very simple, he just imagined in his mind what his daughter-in-law would look like when she wore this set of clothes-

If it's good-looking, it's passed, and if it's ugly, it's gone.

Of course, whether the daughter-in-law will wear this type of clothes is also a condition that must be considered.

It's just that since the relationship with his daughter-in-law is not so harmonious, he doesn't want to look at these design clothes anymore, so he directly threw them to another vice president to deal with.

These clothes must look good on the daughter-in-law, but he knows very well that his daughter-in-law will never buy such flashy clothes.

Hou Qinghuan was already quickly expressing her opinion: "These dresses are only bought by the rich second generation who have a lot of money and have nowhere to spend." ”

"But it's silk and fur, I really don't know what season I should wear these clothes, summer? Winter? ”

"Who are our target groups? Most of the people who buy a house in the new district have been working for a few years, have a little savings, have a down payment, and have to take on a decent mortgage every month after that. ”

"For them, the more practical the clothes, the better, and the more functional the better."

As he spoke, Hou Qinghuan glanced left and right, and directly stared at Leng Zixiang's blazer hanging on the hanger at the door.

She walked over quickly, picked up her suit, draped it behind her, pinched her waist with one hand, and turned her body back and forth: "The little coat I wear to work is very strong and has the taste of a professional woman." ”

Then, she lifted her collar with one hand, put her coat on her arm, and unbuttoned the top of her shirt, "It's time to get off work, and she's going to the bar to kill time." ”

"At this time, clothes have become an important prop, put them on the chair next to you, if you see a handsome guy who is pleasing to the eye-"

"Hey, there's no one here, would you like to sit down and have a drink?"

She picked up her blazer again, and this time, her arms reached into her sleeves and slipped it straight on.

"Well, the wind is still quite cool at night."

“Wait！ This is not my coat! ”

Hou Qinghuan smiled, charming and moving, propped his hands on the edge of the president's husband's desk, leaned forward, and blew like an orchid: "You say, will that handsome guy call the phone on the business card in my suit pocket?" ”

Leng Zixiang took a deep breath: "Of course it will!" Who would say no to such a lovely lady? ”

His handsome face stiffened: "Then, he will know that this lovely lady already has a very handsome husband who loves her very much." ”

Hou Qinghuan's eyes instantly softened: "metoo!" ”

Leng Zixiang still had a straight face: "Too what?" Do you have a very cute wife who wants to carry her in her pocket every day?! ”

He paused and said indifferently: "Ms. Hou, please don't use rice rabbits in the future, I will do the same, ditto and so on." ”

"Plagiarism is shameful!"

Hou Qinghuan was directly amused by his serious appearance, and agreed with a smile: "Okay, good, listen to you, you are handsome, you say what you say." ”

Leng Zixiang's handsome face was slightly red, but there was still no change in his expression, he stood up directly, and tried hard to keep a straight face: "Let's go, I'll take you to the design department." ”

Hou Qinghuan shrugged his shoulders and took the lead in walking out.

Leng Zixiang paused, turned back again, locked the office drawer, and then followed his daughter-in-law's footsteps.

In a locked drawer, there lies a novel quietly - I fell in love with the domineering president.

The male and female protagonists in the book are childhood sweethearts.,The two families used to be neighbors.,The girl grew up and reunited with the male owner after a long absence.,Found that the male owner had completely grown into what she liked.。

It didn't go well at first, but the heroine quickly found the problem - the licking dog will eventually be left with nothing.

So, she changed her style of behavior and no longer cautiously texted and asked: Brother, are you free today? Can we have a meal together?

Instead, he made a direct phone call: "At seven o'clock tonight, Hallasan barbecue, see you or leave." ”

"I won't bring my wallet, if you don't come, please call the store to the police."

"Well, I don't have a mobile phone with me, so don't think about sending a text message and no-don't make an appointment with peace of mind."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he hung up the phone directly.

This president novel, which was inadvertently confiscated from the hands of the little secretary, inspired Leng Zixiang deeply - that's right, he automatically substituted the heroine in the book, and imagined his daughter-in-law as the domineering president's brother next door in the book, without any sense of disobedience.

Today, I tried the knife and it was really sharp.

He remembered the author of the book, Nan Ke Yimeng.