When Gu Zhi went out, he almost bumped into Xia Fei who was eavesdropping outside. He frowned and pulled her away.

The president's most taboo is eavesdropping.

When she pulled her far away, Xia Fei stretched out her hand and pinched his waist, stood still and whispered, "is it really good for you to lie like this? What if one day the reputation thinks of Su Xiaoxiao? He will peel you alive! "

"We'll talk about it later." Gu Zhi patted Xia Fei on the shoulder and said calmly, "like his current situation, it's impossible to recover without three or five years."

"What?"?? Three or five years?! " Xia Fei was so surprised that she covered her mouth, "how do you let me live?"

"You?"

"Yes! Look at his attitude towards me! It doesn't matter if he's a little cold to me when he doesn't lose his memory. If he puts his face on me now, I'm really scared and trembling. "

"No, you're Xia Fei. You're never afraid of him." Gu Zhi looked at her funny.

"It's strange anyway. It's neither light nor heavy." Xia Fei felt that the sky was about to collapse. "I was really afraid of him. I didn't dare to look at him. That look felt like it came from hell."

"You should take your temper."

……

In a conference room downstairs.

Zhang Weiming and some executives sat around the long conference table. He didn't lead the meeting. We just had a discussion.

Someone asked, "recently, many people in Jinjiang real estate have subscribed to raise funds, but the floors have not been selected. See if you can make a new move on the opening day to reflect fairness and justice."

"Wagging, wagging for thousands of years, there are only a few sets of floors you like, so you have to rely on luck."

"Why don't you choose the floor when you raise funds? At the beginning, we should let the owners choose according to the amount of subscription money, so that everyone doesn't have to worry. "

Zhang Weiming listened to everyone's debate. He was typing something on the keyboard with a serious look. "Don't argue. Since there was no plan at the time of fund recognition, there was only an opening election. Let's see a date. How about the 28th?"

Someone replied, "a good day, if not in a hurry, it will be on the 28th."

"Well, Xiao Li, you can arrange it."

……

After the meeting, assistant Xiaoli sat next to Zhang Weiming, drooping her face, hesitated for a long time and asked weakly, "director Zhang, why doesn't the president convey some ideas about such an important thing as the opening of Jinjiang real estate?"

"What is there to convey?" Zhang Weiming knocked on the keyboard head and said without lifting, "is there still less real estate in Sheng? It's open every month. It's a regular meal, okay! "

"But Jinjiang real estate is different." Xiaoli said, "the president has always attached great importance to it. Hasn't he held 12 meetings around this real estate since he began to buy land planning? Why can't he say anything at such an important moment as the opening? "

The sound of hitting the keyboard suddenly stopped!

Zhang Weiming turned his eyes to look at her and asked expressionless, "what do you want to say?"

Xiao Li was startled by his expression. Knowing that he had guessed his mind, she quickly sat upright, but her curiosity and embarrassment were still on her face.

Seeing director Zhang staring at herself all the time, she swallowed her saliva, summoned up the courage and asked tentatively, "is the President... He... He... Dead?"

Zhang Weiming's old face sank, and a pair of black eyes turned into a surging dark surge!