That afternoon—

After handling the company's complicated affairs, Song Zhichao, accompanied by Qi Wanda and Zhu Fugui, went downstairs and prepared to leave the company.

Knowing that President Song was leaving, more than 200 employees of the company had already dressed in uniform, standing inside and outside the hall, waiting for Song Zhichao to come out.

This is the consistent tradition of Korean companies and the respect of company employees to the superiors.

Song Zhichao and the other two took the elevator downstairs. As soon as the elevator opened, they saw two rows of people standing outside the door. As soon as they saw them, they immediately bowed to them and said, "Hello, President!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

I was stunned for a moment.

Qi Wanda and Zhu Fugui were shocked and were shocked by the shocking situation of the Koreans.

At this time, the executive Ma Dongxi led the minister, the head of the department, the section chief and the team leader to quickly run over with small steps, bowed to Song Zhichao to explain the situation, and said that everyone was sending off President Song to leave.

Song Zhichao originally wanted to open his mouth and say that he would not engage in this formalism in the future, but when he thought that this was the corporate culture of Koreans and he had seen it in many Korean dramas, he opened his mouth and closed it, just nodded, and then walked forward.

More than 200 people in two rows bent down and bowed together, but no one looked up.

The whole hall was extremely quiet, and only the footsteps of Song Zhichao and the others could be heard.

When Song Zhichao almost walked to the door, the group of people shouted again: "President Song walked slowly!"

This time we stood up together and watched Song Zhichao leave.

"This group of Korean sticks is really good at playing," Qi Wanda said with a smile.

"This is their corporate culture, which was left behind during the Japanese colonial period." Zhu Fugui was speaking.

Qi Wanda curled her lips and said to Zhu Fugui: "I forgot that you have been to Japan before."

Qi Wanda talked about the period when Zhu Fugui went to Japan to help Fu Qingying conquer the world.

"This kind of culture can be passed down for so long, and it has its benefits. It must be retained if it should be retained." Qi Wanda is half of Zhu Fugui's master, and Zhu Fugui has always maintained respect for him.

"Fugui is right. Those who can be preserved and passed down have their advantages - at least this kind of bowing can be seen as a sign of respect for superiors and strict hierarchy." Song Zhichao said.

"In addition to gathering centripetal force, this kind of relationship between the top and bottom hierarchy can also maintain the company's execution ability. Uploading must be achieved and the upward and downward effect will be effective! As for the humanized management you do, it is actually a joke."

While speaking, the three of them had already arrived outside the building. Seeing Song Zhichao coming out, Quan Wulie, who was his personal driver, hurried over, bowed to Song Zhichao first, then turned around and opened the car door, inviting Song Zhichao to get on the car.

Song Zhichao glanced at his car, but it was a black high-end Cadillac.

Song Zhichao has always been not very cold about American cars, but South Korea has a close relationship with the United States. To be precise, South Korea has always been the follower of the United States. Therefore, in South Korea, the best selling American Ford is the American Ford.

Song Zhichao got into the car, opened the window, and said a few words to Qi Wanda and Zhu Fugui, which were roughly the company's specific work plan this month.

Here, Quan Wulie also got on the car.

Although Song Zhichao was not interested in this Cadillac, Quan Wulie touched the smooth steering wheel with excitement, and felt that the seats sitting under his butt were all high-end and soft.

Yes, he has always worked in the Criminal Police Team. The cars equipped with them are often rough modern SUVs, or jeeps that are about to be scrapped. It is impossible to equip them with expensive new cars.

So much so that Quan Wulie, who has worked in the criminal police team for seven or eight years and has excellent driving skills, is known as the "God of Cars" of the No. 1 Police Station in Seoul, has always driven old junk goods. He feels ashamed whenever he races with those criminals.

After getting off the bus, Quan Wulie asked Song Zhichao: "President, are you going to the Baitoushan Hotel?"

Song Zhichao: "No, go to this place." After saying that, he handed over an address to Quan Wulie.

Quan Wulie looked at it, but it was a private house in Jiangnan District. He didn't ask much, turned the steering wheel and turned directly into the road to Jiangnan District.

...

Although it has been almost a month since Seoul, South Korea, Song Zhichao is still unfamiliar with this place, especially in this huge Jiangnan District, many places have very strange names. For example, the place you are going to now is called "Lunxiandong". It is said that many Korean film companies and entertainment companies are open in this area.

Therefore, this area is also a relatively expensive area. Many dream-seeking boys and girls like to rent houses nearby so that they can get the opportunity to meet senior executives or bosses of the company.

The black Cadillac slowly docked at the entrance of an exquisite Korean house.

From the outside, this house is more than two stories high, and a Korean-style house is installed on the balcony. It is surrounded by a small yard made of low walls and is planted with common laurel trees in Korea.

The laurel tree has lush branches and leaves, and the fragrance is swaying.

This kind of tree can bloom almost every month, it depends on how you raise it. However, the purebred trees in the yard bloom the most in August and September.

Especially in this season, the fragrance of laurel is still smelling the refreshing fragrance through the small wall.

Song Zhichao got out of the car and saw that the courtyard door was closed, so he pushed open the door and walked straight in.

Behind him, Quan Wulie hurriedly parked the car and followed him in.

The yard is clean and a corridor paved with pebbles winds and winds around it. There are small lawns built around it.

"May I ask, is anyone here?" Song Zhichao asked.

No one responded.

Helplessly, Song Zhichao had to continue walking into the house.

Anyway, the house has been rented by him - to be precise, under his instruction, Ma Dongxi has rented the entire house at a high price. It can be said that Song Zhichao is the new owner of the house at this moment.

There was no one in the room, very quiet.

Song Zhichao put his pocket in one hand and took a rough look around. Whether it was the furniture or layout in the room, it was very warm. It seemed that the original owner of the house was well maintained.

The first floor is roughly the living room, dining room, and bedroom.

Song Zhichao himself has a vigilance. When he saw refrigerators, sofas, tableware, etc., he told Quan Wulie to find time to help him change it.

All Wu Lie recorded it all.

Don't be surprised, in Korea, drivers actually have to do a lot of things. In addition to driving and protecting the owner, they also have to do a lot of chores.

It’s not that Song Zhichao was deliberately trying to call Quan Wulie.

After looking at the first floor, Song Zhichao stepped upstairs again, but looked at the second floor.

The second floor is basically a guest room, study room, bathroom and so on.

Song Zhichao found another problem, and replaced all the supplies in the bed and bedding and bathroom.

Quan Wulie hurriedly took notes again.

After seeing the second floor, Song Zhichao immediately went to the balcony.

But before he could walk to the balcony, he heard a quarrel.

"How can you do this? I moved here shortly, so you asked me to move away? I gave you rent!" It was the crisp voice of a girl.

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned, feeling that the voice was a little familiar, and seemed to have heard it somewhere.

"I have no choice. Now I have rented this house to someone else, and the other party has given a very high price. You also know that the economy is in a downturn, so you can make more money - the other party asks to rent a full house, including the tower house where you live." It was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"He is a tenant, and I am a tenant, how can you treat it differently?"

"You are a tenant, but it seems that you didn't give all your rent, so I'm still missing 500,000 won."

"I will collect 500,000 for you soon! You will give me two more days to give it to me. It's impossible! If the buyer knows that I let you live here, it will be a breach of contract and I will compensate you a lot of money. At worst, I will refund your rent to you!"

"This is not a question of whether to refund the money or not, it is a question of loyalty! Especially now, if you ask me to move, where will I move?" the girl said in a crying voice.

"I can't control where you move? There are many sweat steam rooms nearby and many bath centers, where you can stay."

"No, how can I live in any place? Besides, what should I do if I have such a lot of luggage?" The girl clasped her hands together, rubbed her hands up and down and begged the owner, "Why would you do this? Please help me beg the renter and let me live here first and wait until I find a new house."

"I can't make the decision." said the middle-aged woman, the landlord, shook her head.

"You can't make decisions, who can make decisions?" The girl looked anxious.

Just then—

"I can make the decision!" Song Zhichao stepped over the corner of the house and suddenly stood up.

The landlady and the girl who was begging her turned around and saw it, and were stunned.

At this time, Song Zhichao also saw the girl clearly.

Beautiful and charming, youthful and beautiful.
Chapter completed!