Although there was no acting president in the process, the proposals put forward by Ou Jiazhi were unanimously approved.

After the meeting, all the directors obediently waited for the "Vice President Ou" to leave before they dared to leave one after another.

"Old Zhou?" Director Zhou Xingliang took two quick steps and patted his old friend Tao Zhi'an on the shoulder, "Are you free, let's have lunch together?" ”

He only patted it lightly, Tao Zhian's shoulders trembled, and the mobile phone he was holding was on the ground.

Zhou Xingliang bent down to help him pick it up, and asked with a low smile: "What, was scared by Vice President Ou?" He's really strong, we old guys—"

He was half-joking, but unexpectedly, Tao Zhi'an's face changed and he snatched the phone back, "Give it back to me!" ”

"Ah, old Tao, what are you doing?" Zhou Xingliang asked in surprise.

Tao Zhi'an realized that his reaction was too big, and he laughed dryly, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'll take a step ahead and invite you to tea another day!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for his old friend to respond, he quickened his pace and hurried away.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Tao Zhi'an pushed the driver away and drove away by himself, almost as fast as he could, to a teahouse in the center of the city, but in a quiet alley.

"I'm looking for Mr. Xiao, is he there?" As soon as he entered the door, Tao Zhian asked.

"You're Mr. Tao?" A young man who looked like a waiter asked.

"Yes, take me to Mr. Xiao, he made an appointment with me!"

"Please follow me."

The young man led Tao Zhi'an through a long corridor to a hidden door, and respectfully reported to the court: "Mr. Xiao, Mr. Tao has arrived." ”

"Please come in, will you?" The people inside responded aloud.

"Mr. Tao, please?" The young man pushed the door open halfway and turned to leave.

It was a spacious, quiet, elegant European-style tea room, and on the edge of the tea table, facing him, sat a young man in a white shirt and slacks, who looked like a leisurely tea maker, and there was no third person.

Tao Zhian looked back and forth, left and right, took a deep breath secretly, calmed down, walked into the tea room, and immediately closed the door.

"You sent me these things? Who are you? He dropped his phone forward, trying to keep his voice in command, but he couldn't control his trembling.

"You may be seated, Mr. Tao." The man turned his head sideways and smiled at him.

His smile was elegant and kind, and his facial features were also very handsome, but at a glance, Tao Zhian took two big steps back in fright, and the phone almost didn't hold it steady.

This handsome man has a terrible scar on his right cheek and a bruised chin!

Xiao Qing!

Tao Zhi'an knows him!

Isn't he the son of a nobleman who made a fuss with President Ou and Miss Lin because of the "scandal" during this time?

Xiao Qing ignored his reaction, leisurely poured tea into the cup in front of him, and asked, "Ceylon black tea, are you interested?" ”

I didn't expect it to be him!

Well, it's someone I know, and most of them have something to do with Ogarge.

Since the "right master" is not himself, then this matter is probably still to be discussed.

Tao Zhi'an was in the mood to talk about the scene, so he hurriedly sat opposite Xiao Qing and asked anxiously: "Mr. Xiao, where did you get these materials?" ”

"Hehe, I have a subordinate who likes to tinker with these things, I look interesting, I want to share it with Mr. Tao?"

"So, didn't you show it to anyone else?"

"Of course not."

"That-" Tao Zhian gritted his teeth, "Mr. Xiao, what do you want, please say it directly!" ”

"Hehe, I want to send a gift to my girlfriend, can Mr. Tao help?" Xiao Qing took a sip of black tea elegantly, and half of his unknown smile was hidden behind the exquisite porcelain cup.