The bustling noise came, and the company's colleagues rushed over in groups.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they had already separated tacitly.

"Zhang Yang, you've been running fast after work lately." Sister Wang, they walked in with a smile. "Bei Wei, your boyfriend is picking you up downstairs after getting off work so early?"

Bei Wei pursed her lips and smiled, and secretly glanced at Zhang Yang.

"Sister Wang, who said I have a boyfriend."

"Isn't it, the one chasing you hasn't turned positive yet? People are driving Porsches again, and they are sending you afternoon tea, do you still want to investigate? Sister Wang said in surprise.

"I still think it's better to get to the bottom of it." Bei Wei made a joke that only Zhang Yang understood.

"You mean side?" Sister Wang laughed for a while, and looked at Zhang Yang on the side by the way and joked, "Zhang Yang, have you heard, Bei Wei wants to know the roots, you happen to be single, why don't you try?" ”

Bei Wei looked at Zhang Yang and snickered.

The elevator door just opened, and everyone laughed and joked, and poured out of the elevator one after another.

In the parking lot downstairs of the company, not long after Zhang Yang sat down, Bei Wei gently got into the passenger seat and took the initiative to give a kiss.

"Hi, the boyfriend who knows the roots."

"You know the roots, do you mean something?" Zhang Yang felt Bei Wei's sweet snort, and reached out to explore gently.

It's been a few days, and now Bei Wei should be considered completely recovered, right?

After a long time, Bei Wei's hair was scattered and her cheeks were crimson, Zhang Yang sat in the driver's seat as if nothing happened, and drove Bentley with his hands.

Later, he was going to take Bentley to the car wash first, and by the way, he and Bei Wei had a meal nearby.

In this car wash near the company, the car is very busy.

Zhang Yang drove a Bentley and stopped at the periphery to take a look, and there was not a single idle workstation to be seen for car washing, filming, and maintenance.

"Brother, the car in front will be fine soon, you wait." The eighteen or nineteen-year-old clerk trotted over to say hello, and by the way, he beckoned to a few car wash boys.

"Okay, speed point." Zhang Yang nodded, but he was not in a hurry.

Anyway, the co-pilot was still sitting in Bei Wei, and the two sat in the car chatting, and the time passed quickly.

"Brother Zhang, look at that one over there... Isn't it our boss? Former boss. Bei Wei, who was lying in Zhang Yang's arms, suddenly looked out of the car window and pointed not far away.

"Where?" Zhang Yang looked out along the line of sight, and was slightly stunned.

Not far away, next to a brand-new Bentley, a figure held his head high, looking quite familiar with his complacent, isn't it the former boss Song Mingyang!

"Really, it seems that the company did sell it for a good price, and it was all changed to Bentley." Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh.

The company was sold in the morning, and Bentley was mentioned in the afternoon, and this Mr. Song really didn't treat himself badly.

"You sit, I'll go down and say hello." Zhang Yang said a word, opened the car door and got out of the car.

"Mr. Song, is it so coincidental?" He smiled and looked at Song Mingyang, who was communicating with the clerk a few steps away, and said hello.

Song Mingyang watched with wide eyes as he got out of the Bentley Continental GT.

"Zhang Yang?"

The car door on the side opened gently, and Bei Wei, who had long hair and a shawl, also got out of the car.

Song Mingyang looked at the high-spirited Zhang Yang, looked at the Bentley Continental GT, and looked at the former employees of the company, the goddess Bei Wei in the eyes of countless male colleagues.

Suddenly, my mind suddenly opened up.

"Good you Zhang Yang, good you Zhang Yang! I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it! Ahaha! ”

In a huge company, no one could see that Zhang Yang was hiding so deeply and quietly, and even Bei Wei of the company was abducted by him.

"Come on, come on, smoke." He took out a good cigarette and solemnly handed one to Zhang Yang.

The person in front of him is not just an employee of his own company in the past, but a mysterious young man who drives more than five million Bentleys, unfathomable and low-key enough.

He started from the end of the world, struggled all the way, and saw too many things.

At this moment, when I saw Zhang Yang, who was sitting on five million Bentleys and had no temperament between his eyebrows, there was only the urge to intersect on an equal footing in his heart.

Zhang Yang took the cigarette, and before he could react, he saw Song Mingyang hand him the fire again to help him light the cigarette.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that the world was impermanent.

In the past, the boss handed himself a cigarette and lit a fire, and everything in this world is really wonderful to think about.

"Mr. Song, you're too polite." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Don't call Mr. Song and Mr. Song, just call me Song Mingyang." Song Mingyang patted his chest and said.

The former boss and employee, the two who met in Pingshui today, smoked cigarettes, watched the cars coming and going, and finally looked at each other and smiled.

"By the way, what are you going to do in the company in the future?" Song Mingyang looked at Zhang Yang and asked with a smile.

"Feel free, come and go freely." Zhang Yang said casually.

"You kid, I've actually heard that you've been taking a lot of leave lately, thinking about turning a blind eye and forgetting it, so the reason is here." Song Mingyang shook his head and sighed.

"By the way, let me remind you, the new boss can't rub sand in his eyes, and you also know that my personnel and financial personnel have been removed, and the people who come below are all sent by the group, and they must rectify the company."

Zhang Yang took two puffs of cigarette casually and nodded indifferently.

Seeing this, Song Mingyang couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Forget it, what I'm saying is in vain, anyway, for you, the only purpose of this job is to provide you with a little fun to kill time."

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask Song Mingyang how much he sold the company.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, this number." He gestured.

"Fifty million?" Zhang Yang suddenly realized.

No wonder Song Mingyang's mood is so high, according to the current business situation of this advertising company, this price can definitely be regarded as a premium acquisition.

Song Mingyang took the 50 million cash, as well as the money earned since the establishment of the company, and retired successfully, what is not satisfied.

"Look, I have a car in the magic capital, a house, and tens of millions of cash, you say I'm stupid and tired of working in a business and under pressure?" Song Mingyang said with a red face.

His goal in running this advertising company is to make money, and he has never considered making it bigger and stronger.

Now, there is a group that is willing to buy famous advertising in full, and of course he wants to do this kind of thing. And the company Mingyang Advertising is definitely a great success in the face of such an ending.

As I was chatting, a car had just been washed at a station in the distance. Zhang Yang greeted him smoothly and went to send the car to the workstation first.

The chance encounter with Song Mingyang was just a small episode.

The former boss struggled to middle age, had a house and a car in the magic capital, and enjoyed life in advance with tens of millions, which is indeed quite admirable.

But in addition to admiration, Zhang Yang is not envious.

After all, when it comes to the future, he Zhang Yang can be regarded as a person with a real future.