Chen Shaojie left in a hurry. He still needed to hold a meeting and discuss with the heads of the production department.
How to increase production capacity as soon as possible, it is best to complete the target of 5,000 units before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the convertible version cannot be less than 2,500 units.
Lu Beifeng and Zhou Chongming worked so hard to compress the normal five-month approval process to three weeks. It is his fault that the subsequent production capacity cannot keep up.
Lu Beifeng looked at Qiao Lin and asked curiously: "Why are you still here?"
"My dear boss, do you think it's wrong for me to still work for the company, or do you think I should go with Mr. Chen to meet with the person in charge of the production department?"
Qiao Lin rolled his eyes angrily. There was no one around now, so he just let himself go and returned to his nature.
Lu Beifeng didn't mind her attitude either. He was used to it and said with a smile: "I think it should be the latter."
"It's time for me to get off work."
Qiao Lin snorted a few times, turned around and left coolly, leaving Lu Beifeng with a scratch on his head.
Lu Beifeng said: "The boss invites you to dinner, will you go?"
Qiao Lin stopped and turned around calmly. When he came back, he said with a bright smile: "You are the boss. How dare I not refuse to invite you to dinner? Are you right?"
Zhou Chongming next to him kept laughing. He could understand why Lu Beifeng and Qiao Lin had no sexual relationship, but could tolerate her being so reckless every day, because in addition to the relationship between boss and subordinate, they were still very good friends.
Sometimes they play games together, and Lu Beifeng also takes Qiao Lin to play with them, so they become so familiar with each other.
But is there really pure friendship between men and women?
Forty minutes later,
Arriving at a fly restaurant in an alley in Tianhu City, three people sat on a small bench at the door.
Qiao Lin's almond-shaped eyes widened. It was not that he disliked the bad street stalls, but he felt that he had been deceived. The meal at the five-star hotel that he had clearly promised on the road? Why did it suddenly become street food?
"Uncle Dachang, soy sauce lamb, mutton soup, white rice, three servings!" Lu Beifeng shouted familiarly towards the stall.
The angry voice inside said: "I got it."
Qiao Lin was selectively ignored. Lu Beifeng introduced it to Zhou Chongming with a smile and said with praise: "The sauced mutton at this restaurant is definitely the best in Tianhu. I have to eat it every time I come back."
Zhou Chongming nodded in agreement: "Fly restaurants do have a unique flavor. Just like my old man, he flies to the capital every month and goes to a small shop in an old alley to eat braised, roasted and fried liver."
Lu Beifeng sighed and said seriously: "Xiao Ming, we are friends, why do you always compare me with your father?"
Zhou Chongming was stunned for a moment, then cursed: "You idiot, you took advantage of me again."
"goose……"
Qiao Lin bit the spoon, suppressing it until her face turned red, and then laughed like a goose. Regardless of their status and positions, everyone was the same young man laughing and scolding.
The shop owner, an old man in his fifties, came out with a bowl of haggis soup and a handful of coriander in his other hand.
He smiled and said: "Xiao Lu, I knew it was you just by the sound of the voice, so I'd better add more coriander, right?"
As he said that, he sprinkled coriander into the soup, then placed it in front of Lu Beifeng, looked around and asked, "Do you two want coriander?"
They both shook their heads: "No, thank you."
When the shop owner returned to the house, they both shuddered when they saw the coriander floating in Lu Beifeng's soup. Qiao Lin couldn't help but say: "This amount is simply anti-human."
Zhou Chongming agreed, saying it was lethal.
"You are all genetically defective people."
Lu Beifeng was too lazy to pay attention to them, and took a sip of haggis soup with a few coriander leaves, which was very delicious.
Qiao Lin once told him that for people like them who don't eat coriander, the smell of coriander is like smelling poop. It can't be said to be very similar, it can only be said to be exactly the same.
Sauce mutton mixed with white rice, every bite is full of fat, leaving a fragrant aroma on your lips and teeth. Finally, drink a bowl of mutton soup with coriander to relieve greasiness. The whole person is quite comfortable and warm.
The taste will still be the same as before, the person will still be the same person, and the delicious taste will not change over time.
After finishing the meal, Zhou Chongming felt sleepy and went back to the hotel to rest. Lu Beifeng and Qiao Lin took a walk in the park to eat, and the street lights stretched their silhouettes very long.
After walking for a while, Lu Beifeng asked: "Are you going to stay here or come back to the Magic City with us tomorrow?"
It's been really inconvenient not having an assistant around me these past few months. The one in the company is too boring and too rigid, and not as fun and interesting as Qiao Lin.
Qiao Lin was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "I don't want to go back. I'm a little busy with work here, but I live a fulfilling life every day."
Lu Beifeng sighed and said, "Okay, I respect your choice."
"The ugly talk is ahead. You can stay here, but I have no say in whether you can continue to serve as the financial director."
"I will ask Chen Shaojie and Yang Maocai for their opinions. If they think you are qualified for this position, then you will continue to serve as the company's financial director."
"If they don't agree, I will re-select someone else to be the financial director of Tianhuo Technology. By then you may become a supervisor or deputy director."
The financial director is the company's second-in-command, second only to the general manager, and sometimes has a higher financial status than the general manager.
In the past, Qiao Lin was okay even if his ability was not that good. After all, he was the imperial envoy appointed by Lu Beifeng. He temporarily took over to set up the financial department. It is understandable that he was not professional enough.
Now that Qiao Lin plans to stay here for a long time, Lu Beifeng will not allow people who are not professional enough to hold important positions in the company.
"Okay, you make arrangements."
Qiao Lin smiled happily and joked: "Even if you ask me to be a factory girl, I will accept it!"
Lu Beifeng said with a smile: "As a factory girl with a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan, I am not that rich."
The two walked for a while, and Qiao Lin said: "Actually, sometimes I feel that you are more of a legal scholar than me. The distinction between public and private is too clear, which is a bit hurtful."
"Isn't it good to distinguish between public and private? Can I take it as a compliment?"
"no."
Qiao Lin smiled slightly and asked and answered: "Did you know? There is no pure friendship between men and women. Unless one party has a good impression of the other party, the two will become good friends."
"Do you know why I chose to stay here? Because this is an opportunity for me to escape. If I stay with you for a long time, I am afraid that I will not be able to get married, and in the end I will have no choice but to be your mistress or mistress."
Lu Beifeng chuckled: "Am I really that good? And does this count as a confession?"
"You do, you can think so."
Lu Beifeng said with a smile: "If the plot develops as normal, will we have to get a farewell shot?"
Qiao Lin was very calm and seemed to be telling the story from the third person. He said disgustedly: "You think too much, but it's okay to give her a hug."
"That's okay too."
In the park, men and women hugged each other. There was no random touching or passionate kissing. It was just a normal hug.