Chen Shaojie put away the notes and pens he carried with him, reorganized the information documents and put them in his briefcase.
He can't wait to go back and perfect the Bailong miniev. After all, he came up with the design concept, and he is looking forward to what the finished car will look like.
Will it really be as Lu Beifeng said, so arrogant and popular among young people?
When Qiao Lin heard the name being called to him, he reflexively stood up and responded: "Mr. Chen, what's the matter?"
During this time, she almost felt a little scared when she heard the words Miss Qiao.
Chen Shaojie worked too hard, and the lazy temperament she and Lu Beifeng had developed was overcorrected.
The process is too painful, so I might as well not mention it.
"Let's go back to Tianhu. We can get there before it gets dark."
Chen Shaojie has been really busy recently, and he wishes he could use one day as two days.
Compared with those boring days in the car beauty shop, this feeling is really good and fulfilling.
He feels that oysters are not a gas station for men, only career is.
"Okay!"
Qiao Lin packed up his things and reluctantly waved goodbye: "Boss, I'm leaving. Don't miss me."
"Bye bye, be careful on the road."
Lu Beifeng suppressed a smile. Only a serious and responsible person like Chen Shaojie could suppress Qiao Lin's irresponsible temper.
One thing reduces another, which is quite good.
Zhou Chongming yawned, waved his hand and asked, "If it's okay, I'll go back to the office and sleep."
The jet lag caused by day and night reversal some time ago has not yet been adjusted, and he did not deliberately adjust it, just let nature take its course.
After all, he is also the general manager. He gets busy when he needs to be busy, and goes to bed when he feels sleepy. No one dares to say anything to him.
"Go ahead."
Lu Beifeng cleared the table, locked the important contracts in the safe, and drove out of the company.
Driving on the main road in Shanghai, he called Gu Xiaofei on the way and planned to meet up for dinner in the evening. They hadn't seen each other for almost a week and he missed her quite a bit.
The call was not answered and the voice prompt was turned off.
could not be reached?
Gu Xiaofei is not Lan Qimeng. Lu Beifeng has known her for more than two years, and this has never happened before.
Lu Beifeng frowned, accelerated the accelerator, and drove towards the Sun Garden Community.
When they arrived at Building 23, Room 1201, Lu Beifeng entered the password and double verification of his fingerprint to open the door without a key.
The house was empty, all the doors and windows were locked, and the room had a stuffy smell.
The clothes he wore last time were placed casually on the sofa with hangers, as if he had left in a hurry and had no time to fold and pack them away.
The cabinet door in the master bedroom was partially open, and there were traces of the suitcase being pressed against the quilt on the bed.
Lu Beifeng left 1201 and came to the shopping street near Sun Garden Community.
Since Gu Xiaofei met Lu Beifeng, she quit her job as a fitness coach and only became his personal fitness coach.
Lu Beifeng was often away and worried that Gu Xiaofei would be too bored by herself. He suggested that she find a side job to pass the time, so he bought her a shop.
She also opened a flower shop.
Fengfei Flower Shop, whose name was given by Gu Xiaofei, is still open as usual.
Lu Beifeng walked up to him. There was a clerk who had met him before and knew that he was the boss's boyfriend. She smiled and said hello: "Hello, Mr. Lu!"
"Where is your boss?" Lu Beifeng asked.
The traffic of a flower shop in a shopping street is very good, and there is a university town nearby. College students often come here to buy flowers for their girlfriends. They can also make a net profit of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan a month. After all, it is their own shop and does not require rent.
The clerk was surprised that Lu Beifeng didn't know about it, but she didn't dare to hide it: "Sister Xiaofei said something happened at home and she went back to her hometown. She said she would be back in three to five days. After careful calculation, it will take almost five days and she will be back."
"thank you, I know now."
Lu Beifeng returned to the car and called Gu Xiaofei's phone again, but the phone was still turned off.
He pondered for a moment and turned on his mobile phone to navigate to Mount Huangshan, which is more than 450 kilometers away from here.
Lu Beifeng remembered that Gu Xiaofei once said that her hometown was near Huangshan, but he didn't pay attention to the specific village or town.
There is no news on the copy. Her household registration was moved to Shanghai a few years ago, and the address on it was changed to Sun Garden Community.
Lu Beifeng returned to the company and found Zhao Zhiming. He asked him to find Gu Xiaofei's birth address through his connections. There should be local records when applying for the household relocation. Once found, it would be sent to him.
I came to the company's security department and picked two men in their thirties who were veterans of the reconnaissance company.
Lu Beifeng rarely took bodyguards with him when he went out, because he always went to familiar or prosperous places before, and it didn't matter whether he took them with him or not.
This time when he went to a remote and unfamiliar mountain village, he was also worried about being tricked and tricked.
"First set the navigation heading in the direction of Huangshan."
Lu Beifeng sat on the right side of the back seat by the window. This position has a good view and a high safety factor, and he can observe the external environment well while the car is running.
He frowned and was worried.
In the past few years, the women around me have changed one after another, but she has always been there.
Gu Xiaofei, Tang Jiaqi.
He couldn't tell who was more important.
Forty minutes later, the car entered the highway and left the boundaries of the Magic City.
Lu Beifeng received news from Zhao Zhiming.
Gujia Village, Huangyuan Town.
It is a three-story self-built rural house with a small courtyard. The decoration and furniture are very new and it was built just a few years ago.
Gu Xiaofei was locked up at home, and all the quilts, pillows, and clothes in the house were thrown away.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old walked in from the door. He had a dark face and was strong. He was wearing a small vest and his trousers were still stained with dirt. He must have just returned from farming.
Gu Xiaofei saw it through the crack in the door and hurriedly shouted in a low voice: "Xiaojie, come over quickly to see if you have anything to do."
"What's up?"
As Gu Xiaojie approached, Gu Xiaofei begged in a low voice: "Brother, can you help me steal my cell phone? I only need to make one call. Please, please."
Gu Xiaojie was very embarrassed, "Sister, our father has said that you will not be allowed to contact people outside."
"He is going crazy, please ignore him. Can you think about how I usually treat you?" Gu Xiaofei advised earnestly.
Boom~
There was a muffled sound from the door panel.
Gu Xiaofei covered her ears and stayed away from the door, her almond-shaped eyes widened: "Old man, what are you crazy about?"
The old man in his fifties, with gray hair and a face full of vicissitudes, shouted angrily: "You stinky boy is like a mud monkey. Why don't you go take a shower."
Gu Xiaojie said oh and immediately walked to the bathroom, not daring to challenge his father's authority.
When the old man saw his son walking away, he knocked on the door a few times, lowered his voice as hard as he could, and his voice was trembling: "Am I crazy, or are you crazy?"
"Daughter, it's your father who is sorry for you, but it's your father who is useless. Let's not go back to the big city, okay?"
"Now that everything is over, let's be decent people from now on. Do you know that there are rumors in the village about what you are doing outside?"
Even if there was no one in the room, he subconsciously glanced around, fearing that someone would hear him, with a ferocious expression and an inner struggle: "Sell...silver!!"