Mr. Fu has never seen Ning Qian standing on the stage, seeing her calm and skillful hosting, talking and laughing freely, hearing the customers around her, and even reporters, they are praising this host is comparable to the professionals of the TV station, and Mr. Fu is also happy that he has dug up a treasure!

As soon as the press conference ended, he went to shake hands with Ning Qian: "Xiao Ning, your typhoon is so good!" You really should be in the media industry. If you are interested in continuing your studies in Singapore as a media major, I will definitely support you! But I can't go now, I'll have to wait until I'm not the general manager of Lipton. ”

The group was still in Chengdu, and began to plan a business trip at the back: the first stop in Shanghai, the second stop in Beijing, and the third stop in Qingdao. The fixed pairings of the personnel on each trip are: Mr. Fu, PT, Madam and Ning Qian.

Ning Qian didn't expect that as soon as she returned to Guangzhou, she would take advantage of the weekend to get sick, but she languished overnight, and when she woke up the next morning, she was already alive again. When she woke up and saw Hong Xuantao accompanying her next to the bed in the observation room, Ning Qian suddenly remembered the night she was first rescued by an ambulance, and it seemed that she was also Manager Hong! What's going on? How could he show up at the hospital every time, and, was it that he was with me all night yesterday? How can he be virtuous, how can he be virtuous? Ning Qian was really scared and sober: "Manager Hong, am I bothering you again?" You wouldn't stay up all night here, would you? ”

"Oh, no, I only came at dawn." Manager Hong's smile was a little meaningful.

"It's so hard to go, I don't know that I have so many things to do, and I always drag you over."

Ning Qian's face became more and more pale due to weakness, her long curly hair was scattered around her waist, and her big eyes were full of apology and gratitude...... Looking at her pitiful little appearance, Hong Xuantao thought: Even I feel that my heart hurts, let alone him?

Hong Xuantao told Bai Yan that Ning Qian was sick last night, and without saying a word, he rushed to the hospital and sat beside her and looked at her silently crying. He asked Hong Xuantao to go back to rest, and early in the morning, when Hong Xuantao came over, he found Bai Tian standing in the corridor outside, and asked him why he was not inside, and he said that he was worried that Ning Qian would see him when he woke up.

Hong Xuantao asked Bai Day: "Why don't you dare to hug her?" How many misunderstandings and regrets can not be resolved with a hug? "Daytime blushed and didn't say a word. Hong Xuantao was really angry: "What's going on with you? Let me ask you, do you like Xiao Ning or not? You've always been so evasive and tormenting yourself, when did you get a head? ”

"I can't forgive myself for being hurt so deeply by me."

"I'm not sick, I just miss you......" When Ning Qian opened his eyes slightly, and muttered this sentence weakly, the long-suppressed heart of the day was like a glass fish tank that was shattered in an instant, and every splinter drilled into his skin and bone marrow, causing pain and pain, thinking that his thoughts had become a fish wandering slowly, and at this moment he was suddenly blown out, only to find that no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move and couldn't breathe...... He watched her quickly close her eyes again and fall asleep, knowing that she must have thought she was dreaming—how much he wished everything before had been a nightmare: when Ning Qian woke up, it was still that moonlit night, and he walked towards her with a smile, her eyes shining like stars, glittering with joy and anticipation.

"I can't let her wake up and see me, she will only be uncomfortable and miserable when she sees me. Or please take good care of her for me! Day's sincere eyes made Hong Xuantao unable to refuse. Alas, day, day, day, why can't you be brave! Hong Xuantao really wanted to know Ning Qian's thoughts, whether it was really as Bai Tian thought, as soon as he saw him, the wound would crack, and there was only pain.

"Xiao Ning, do you know that the day is in the comprehensive trade department?"

"Huh? Oh, that's good......" Ning Qian's eyes lit up and darkened again.

"If, I mean, if you see daylight again, will it be uncomfortable?"

Silent......

Silent......

"As long as he's happy."

"Would you like to see him again?"

I don't know if I will cry when I see him...... Will it even collapse...... However, I still miss him, and when I think about him, it's really like a sword piercing my heart, and my back hurts...... However, these words can't be said to Manager Hong...... I don't want to talk to anyone about my feelings anymore, and it's not safe to say it to anyone.

"Manager Hong, I'll go through the discharge procedures." Ning Qian said calmly.

Hong Xuantao knew that Bai Day's worries were not superfluous.

He suddenly began to feel that it was understandable that he did not dare to use hugs to solve problems during the day.

He found that although Ning Qian was usually polite to everyone, when it was cold, the surroundings were instantly frozen.

On Monday, Ning Qian and the three bosses came to Shanghai.

The Shanghai office, located in the Dadi Hotel in People's Square, has a very advantageous geographical location and convenient transportation. But when Ning Qian went up to the second floor, she found that the office was actually located on a mezzanine, and her height was no longer outstanding, but standing in the office, she couldn't wait to touch the top, and even sitting in it, she felt very depressed. PT is such a thin person, and he was also taken aback by this floor height! Director Bian, who is tall and tall, as soon as he stands up, he is a genuine standing. Director Bian and two or three salesmen were still smoking in such a small space, Ning Qian really didn't know how Chen Yangqing could endure such an environment – she was dressed beautifully and behaved elegantly, and the atmosphere here and other people were completely two channels and two states.

In addition to talking and saying hello to Mr. Fu, Director Bian ignored the other three people at all, as if this didn't exist, which made PT very embarrassed - after all, he is the boss and Lao Bian is a horse boy, how can he be so ignorant and arrogant when he is a horse boy!

Chen Yangqing was very enthusiastic, using a thick Wu Nong-style soft Mandarin to introduce the employees of the office one by one, and smiled and played a round: "Old Bian, I look a little fierce, but there are still very ways to do things." He said that if he asked a dealer to buy the goods, people would not dare not enter. PT couldn't help but say, "Don't you dare not enter? Is that a sale, or is it a threat? Fortunately, except for Madam and Ning Qian, who understood his Mandarin, no one else knew what he was talking about.

Chen Yangqing and Ning Qian hit it off at first sight, and the first time they had dinner together, Chen Yangqing secretly said to her: "This Manager Liu, why doesn't he look like a manager at all, the pie is not as big as Lao Bian, he goes out with Lao Bian, the dealer must think that he is running errands, and Lao Bian is the boss." ”

Chen Yangqing asked Ning Qian how old she was, and when she learned that Ning Qian was one year younger than her son, she was immediately very distressed and admired: "My son is now working in a foreign company, and he is still working as an assistant, and he has never been on a business trip. Ning Qian also likes this aunt with a good temperament, and at the end of the day, the two of them have nothing to talk about.

Back at the hotel in the evening, Madam and Ning Qian lived in a standard room with two single beds, Madam couldn't help but ask Ning Qian, what did Chen Yangqing say to her, Ning Qian said let Madam go wash first, she recalled and sorted it out a little. When Madam came out, she wrote a piece of paper with a list of points and marked: F.Y.R. (for reference). Madam's first glance is full of work points, such as which dealerships he plans to open, which ones he has already contacted, and so on. What Madam wanted to ask was gossip, but Ning Qian's way made Madam lose interest in an instant and fall asleep with his head covered.

Ning Yuan didn't know Madam's intentions, but she really couldn't tell if Chen Yangqing mentioned anything outside of work, whether it was appropriate to say it, and if she wasn't sure, she wouldn't say it.

The main purpose of this trip to Shanghai was to meet and get to know the team in the Shanghai office. Director Bian's attitude towards PT and others was a bit unexpected by Mr. Fu, and he began to feel a little uneasy, worried that PT would be able to control Lao Bian. With this question, the four of them came to Beijing together.

Zhai Leilei came to the airport to pick them up. This is a very quiet-looking boy – really a boy – who looks very young, white and tender, even childish. With a delicate melon seed face, thick eyebrows, and black eyes, he looks very obedient and well-behaved. He stood at the exit of the airport with his hands crossed and his legs slightly apart, a little nervous and shy, and as soon as he saw Mr. Fu, he hurried to meet him.

Zhai Leilei picked up the four visitors from the headquarters to a car, and all four of them were shocked - this is a super luxurious extended Lincoln, long enough to talk to the person sitting opposite, about to shout. PT sat in the car, excited, sitting here and there, like a child, full of curiosity.

PT asked Mr. Fu in Cantonese: "Where did you find this Zhai Leilei?" So imposing? Mr. Fu said a little vaguely: "Anyway, it's a related household." After Zhai Leilei picked them up, he went straight to Badaling, and a day passed. The next day, I went straight to Xiangshan, and the day passed again. Ning Qian felt that this pace was too slow, and asked Madam the next night when to get to the point: a meeting to discuss how to develop the Beijing market, Madam said that she didn't know, and it was estimated that PT didn't know. The emperor is not in a hurry, there is no reason for these eunuchs to ...... Oh, no,...... The palace maid needs to be in a hurry, but Miss Kening thinks that she can't go down like this.

On the third day, I don't know if Mr. Fu opened his mouth or Zhai Leilei wanted to take the initiative to work, he actually pulled everyone to their house early in the morning. His family lives in a very new high-rise building in Hepingli, and the quality of the building is very good, and there are piles of cabbage at the gate. He said that it was their habit to reserve for the winter.

After he opened the door, there was no one else in the house, but all kinds of snacks such as melon seeds, peanuts and fruits were carefully placed on the table, and even tea leaves were placed in cups, and there were two or three thermos lined up next to them, ready to serve the master at any time.

Zhai Leilei introduced his idea in an orderly manner: given that he is the only one in the Beijing office and there is no need to set up a sales team for the time being, he will work from home, which will save more money. PT asked curiously, "Where did you get this luxury car you've been using?" Zhai Leilei replied shyly: "It's my father's car, he heard that the company's leaders were coming, so he arranged it." Mr. Fu's heart is warm, only he knows, it seems that Mr. Mei is right: Zhai Leilei's father is really a very powerful character.

Zhai Leilei has already found two potential distributors: one is the largest local department store wholesale company, and the other is an individual owner. The office of the department store wholesale company is in the central city of Beijing, and the office of the individual owner is in the suburban village of Beijing where he forgot where he was going. Zhai Leilei has been talking about the two of them, and now there is a luxury team led by the general manager and led by the sales manager, and both of them are very encouraged and signed the contract at once.

PT is very happy: finally we can go back to Guangzhou early! He immediately walked to the ticket office of the hotel and shouted, "Is there a ticket to come?" The hotel staff was a little girl, and at first she asked with a pleasant face: "Where did you come from?" After a few rounds back and forth, the little girl still didn't understand, her patience slowly faded, and her temper gradually came up: "What is the ticket here?" You'll have to tell us where you'd like to come from, right? ”