Chapter 1417

The high reputation did not speak, and his thin lips closed tightly and frowned at him.

That look made Zhang Weiming feel cold. He couldn't figure out the president's mind, but he saw his displeasure.

So he nodded hurriedly and said, "OK, OK, I'll take office right away."

"Do you know why you are still single at an old age?" His eyes turned slightly and asked him carelessly.

"Why?" He has really considered this question for a long time! I haven't found the answer.

Cold eyes swept him, the reputation opened his thin lips, and said sharply, "because you don't want to make progress."

"..." a row of crows flew over Zhang Weiming's head, dark and heavy.

"In today's society, the survival of the fittest." Sheng Sheng ignored his embarrassment and continued, "go prepare and be my special help."

"Yes."

Zhang Weiming and Shengyu have known each other for many years and have never been ridiculed by him. When he hadn't lost his memory before, he still had some respect for himself, because he was a favorite student of Uncle Sheng. When Shengyu was a child, he called himself uncle.

In this way, the reputation has changed.

From Ji Rufeng to Su Xiaoxiao, then to Xia Fei, and finally to Zhang Weiming

To be sure, Zhang Weiming will be able to stay in this position for a long time.

He will become the best right-hand man with high reputation and work together with high reputation to bring Sheng group to the most prosperous peak.

Under the careful conditioning of Gu Zhi and Weiss, the prestigious body recovers rapidly.

The scar on his face is also better without trace. He is cold and handsome as before.

On the 28th, Jinjiang real estate opened smoothly. On the same day, the sales department was so hot that the doors almost burst. Even the low floors such as the first, second and third floors were very popular.

It was completely beyond Zhang Weiming's expectation, but it was within the expectation of high reputation.

22nd floor, in front of the French window of the office.

Reputation stares at the number on the mobile phone, which is an empty number, but notes the word wife.

This makes him puzzled. Is he such a boring person?

His handsome eyebrows were cold, and his facial features were hard. He always felt that he had lost the most important part of his memory, and his heart was empty.

But no matter how he thinks about it, he can't remember it.

In the end, we can only give up.

In the afternoon, the sales department signed the house purchase agreement in full swing. Zhang Weiming drove back to the company and wanted to report the good news to the president.

In the office, I reported today's opening ceremony to Shengyu and showed him some photos.

Zhang Weiming was jubilant, with a smile on his lips. "President, all the floors were sold out. Even on the 18th floor (hell, generally no one bought it), many people robbed, and the customers who didn't grab the floor didn't return the subscription money. They said that we must buy the real estate in Shengshi group when we open the next phase, saying that we should have good luck."

"Give them preferential treatment. The day before the next opening, let them choose the floor first." The cold edge is gathered in the eyes of high reputation, which is noble, handsome and elegant.

"Yes!" Zhang Weiming is in a good mood. It's rare for the president to be kind.

Recently, Xia Fei saw the news of Jinjiang real estate sales on the Internet. She was also very happy. After all, she also participated in the project.

Gu Zhi is not at home. It's really boring.

Holding his cell phone, I wanted to call him, but I was afraid he was in the research room, so I had to give up.

It's boring and I don't want to find a job.

So Xia Fei started writing online novels with her laptop. Anyway, this is her favorite in her student days.

Now it's just going back to the old business.

Who is it? What do you write? Take high reputation as the prototype, the standard overbearing president!

Jiangcheng.

A prison.

In the early morning, the light of dawn lifted the veil of night and spit out brilliant morning fog.

The prison iron door opened slowly