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Chapter 91: Li Ding Xiaoyan

Beijing University of Technology is located on the edge of the Fifth Ring Road. Wearing sunglasses, Jing Gao drove onto the blocked avenue of the Fifth Ring Road in Beijing around 4:30 p.m.

I just finished exercising and I feel very good.

While admiring the scenery on the Fifth Ring Road during a traffic jam, Jing Gao listened to Xiao Yueyue's mean voice on the Amap map on his mobile phone, and suddenly remembered Xiao Yueyue's famous song: Song of the Five Rings.

"Ah...five rings, you have one more ring than four rings."

"Ah... the fifth ring, you are one less than the sixth ring."

Jing Gao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. The lyrics adapted from "The Song of the Peony" can be called brainwashing. There is a kind of demonic nature in it. It seems that Xiao Yueyue, the top crosstalk star in Deyun Club's theater, rarely goes to these days.

If there was a special performance by Xiao Yueyue recently, he could go and listen to it with his friends.

Thinking of this, Jing Gao was about to call Xiao Qiao and ask her to check the itinerary and book two cross talk tickets. At this time, the phone rang.

I used to be like you, like him, like the wild grass and wild flowers.

Jing Gao looked at the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen in surprise. It was not marked as an intermediary or a harassing call. He answered the call, "Hello."

"Master Jing, hello, hello. I am Zhao, the branch manager of Lidu Branch, Sunyang District, ICBC. I take the liberty of disturbing you."

When President Zhao made this call to Jing Gao, he was in his office, standing by the window on the second floor and bending slightly, his tone a bit flattering.

He also didn't expect Jing Gao to act out of common sense. When Gong Cheng told him the news, he was confused. He had to "risk" to make this call. When he was "mobilized" later, it was better to say hello in advance.

Jing Gao was even more confused. Isn't this Xiaoyan's branch? He just transferred 150 million to his partner's account last Saturday. He also communicated with Xiaoyan whether the account had been received. She responded by voice call.

President Zhao continued: "Master Jing, Deputy Manager Yan Ting has been transferred to a more important position due to her outstanding performance. Your contact person... ha... I would like to have a dinner with you. When is it convenient for you?"

Jing Gao probably understood. Xiaoyan was "picked" by others. His access to a big client was taken away by her industry.

This kind of thing is really...

Jing Gaoting couldn't stand this, so he pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "President Zhao, there's no need to eat. I'm a nostalgic person and I'm familiar with Xiaoyan. It's easier for her to communicate with me."

“.…”

"That's it!" Jing Gao hung up the phone and sneered. This President Zhao wanted to eat shit! He called Yu Jiashi and said, "Lesbian, please inform the Lidu branch to go pick up the Phoenix Company's bank account tomorrow morning."

Cancel account."

"Hey, okay, Brother Jing." Yu Jiashi was very surprised, but he didn't even ask, so he agreed first.

At the beginning, he moved the registered addresses of the two companies "Zhongrun" and "Phoenix" located in Dongyun District to China World Trade Center Phase 3, and at the same time changed the corporate accounts of the two companies to the Lidu branch. He handled the entire process.

Jing Gao nodded, "Yeah. In the past two days, change the name and business scope of Phoenix Company. Change it to Phoenix Film and Television. Its business scope includes film and television, artist management, etc. Then, you can find Wang Qinian and help me buy two more four-seater models.

, a good car that is comfortable to drive.”

Now that the conversation has come to this point, he decided to put the idea he was brewing into practice on the way. When he went to "Dragon" on Saturday, he realized that the film and television industry could also be a part of his "protective shell".

"Okay, Brother Jing."

After ending the call, Jing Gao continued to drive toward Maoda.





Night falls slowly. In a high-rise building in a community in Nanxing District on the edge of the Sixth Ring Road.

An elegant and beautiful woman, Yan Ting, with eyes as red and swollen as peaches, was sitting on the sofa in the living room sobbing. Paper towels were piled in the wastebasket. She was cut off halfway, how could she not be angry? It's just that she was in the workplace and couldn't defeat her superiors.

At this time, the cell phone rang. It was Yu Jiashi calling.

"Manager Yan, Mr. Jing ordered us to cancel Phoenix Company's corporate account. I will go there at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to handle it. Please arrange it."

After Yan Ting finished communicating with Yu Jiashi, she silently called the staff at the counter to make arrangements, and then reported to the vice president in charge according to the procedure.

Half an hour later, she received a call from President Zhao, "Xiaoyan, you can do it! OK, you will still be the one to contact Zhongrun Company from now on. Director of the credit department, you will continue to work. That's it!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a bang.

His tone was sinister and he did not hide his anger.

Angry at her immediate boss, Yan Ting held her phone and started crying. Not because of fear or fear, but because she cried with joy.

There is also an unspeakable touch and warmth.

Obviously, the reason why President Zhao spit out the "benefits" that he had taken into his mouth was because of Mr. Jing's strong support for her.

They were already planning to withdraw the public accounts of "Phoenix" Company. This was a real threat. President Zhao had to compromise.

“嘤嘤…”

The thirty-one-year-old beautiful woman sat on the sofa and burst into tears, freely venting the suppressed emotions in her heart since this afternoon.





Jing Gao had eaten takeout from the Kempinski Hotel, and had just called Xiao Qiao, instructing her to book tickets for the cross talk and some good private dishes. Then he received a call from Yan Ting.

"Uh-huh... Mr. Jing, thank you! Thank you!"

Jing Gao listened to the emotional and sobbing voice of the beautiful woman on the phone, turned on the phone hands-free, packed the takeaway boxes in the bright restaurant, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyan, do you want to say that there is true love in the world? You're welcome

!”

Being teased, Yan Ting burst into laughter and said softly: "Mr. Jing, I'll treat you to a meal at noon tomorrow! Xiaoyan wants to thank you in person."

Jing Gao hesitated a little and said, "I'm going to Beijing Sports University to practice football tomorrow morning. I don't know if I can make it there by noon."

Yan Ting immediately said: "Mr. Jing, it's okay. I'll go to Beijing University of Sport and wait for you tomorrow. Then we'll find a delicious restaurant nearby."

Jing Gao agreed, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone from Yan Ting, Jing Gao looked at his locked phone and shook his head with a smile, feeling happy.

He couldn't bear to see superiors snatching credit from subordinates in the workplace. Are you talking about fairness and justice?

He is a powerful person, but he has no authority. He cannot control other companies or other places. But since he encountered it, he must correct it.

Of course, Xiaoyan's phone call of thanks and her attitude made him feel very comfortable. His support for her was not in vain!

This is what "giving roses to others will leave a lingering fragrance in your hands".

These days, there are not many people who do good deeds but still get criticized.





Xiaoyan's matter has come to an end for the time being. Jing Gao opened the refrigerator, poured a cup of sugar-free ice cola, took a few sips, and dialed his father's phone number.

"Du...du..."

In fact, he had long wanted to inform his family and make up a white lie about "joint venture" to pave the way for providing money to his family in the future.

He just left his job today and just wanted to tell his parents.


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