The conversation between father and daughter ended unhappily.
Tang Yili went upstairs, thinking something was wrong, so he called the company's internal line and brought Xin Xin up.
A middle-aged man actually flinched when he saw Tang Yili's momentum and asked: "Mr. Li, you are looking for me."
Tang Yili closed the office door himself, walked around Xin Xin twice, and looked at her with scrutiny.
Xin Xin had long heard about the eldest lady's achievements and knew how difficult she was. She didn't dare to be careless at all, so she just listened to Tang Yili.
"You know who is in charge of Fengtang, right?"
This question needs to be answered directly.
Xin Xin thought for a moment: "Is it... Mr. Li?"
"Not at the moment," Tang Yili's eyes were bright, "but it will be me soon. I am Mr. Tang's only heir. Not only Yili Garment, Fengtang Group will also be mine in the future. So, you must know that you are the
Who works."
"I know."
"From now on, if any strange visitors come to Mr. Tang's office, you must tell me as soon as possible."
"Also, if Mr. Tang signs any agreement involving the transfer of shares, it must be notarized and stamped. Whatever you handle, you must inform me first."
Xin Xin: "But... these are all secrets... I..."
"You don't have to do it, I will always find someone who is willing to do it."
Xin Xin remained silent.
Tang Yili also did not forget to hit him with a stick and give him a sweet date.
"You have done this for me, even if Mr. Tang finds out, he will not do anything to you; but if you don't do it, let me know..."
Tang Yili smiled slightly regretfully.
Xin Xin lowered her head and lowered her hands, and said quickly: "I understand, Mr. Li."
…
Playing power is definitely not Tang Yili's wish, and she doesn't necessarily want to put all of Fengtang into her own pocket.
It is true that Zhao Meilun has evil intentions, and her father Tangfeng is not decisive enough. She is worried that both her father and Fengtang will become fat in the eyes of others.
Therefore, she could only bribe the people around Tang Feng and keep an eye on the three members of the Zhao family.
After doing so much, Tang Yili couldn't say he felt relieved, but rather felt a little disappointed.
Tang Yili, who is becoming more and more like a businessman, occasionally feels lonely at dusk.
Sometimes, I even want to cry.
The lights were not turned on in the office, and Tang Yili was leaning on the table, with tears in her eyes, watching the sun sink into the horizon, and she also fell into a state of half-dream and half-awake.
He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up again, he found that it was pitch black around him.
There are only a few safety exits outside, and small lights are still on.
Tang Yili touched the phone and saw that it was nine o'clock in the evening.
I slept on my stomach for three hours.
In the past three hours, no one had looked for her or asked her if she wanted to eat. This feeling of being forgotten was terrible.
Tang Yili picked up her bag, stood up, and went downstairs.
A warm wind blows in front of me, bringing with it the smoke of fireworks, slightly blowing away my worries.
She drove to A University Swimming Pool. At least there was someone there, and waiting there day after day would not make her disappointed.
Tang Yili walked into the swimming pool, and there was a sound of water pouring from the opposite side.
This symbolizes a brand new contest - the self at this moment and the self in the past.
The blue water is like silky satin. With every turn and rise and fall of Xun Lang, it flows over his shoulders and back. The solid muscles are formed into pieces, giving a strong sense of power and impact.
He was swimming in quickly.
Freestyle is originally the fastest among the four major swimming styles. Coupled with Xun Lang's skill, he used all his strength and turned back after hitting the wall. Tang Yili followed on foot on the shore and was still 20 meters behind.
Xun Lang touched the railing and looked at the electronic timer. Tang Yili just walked over and saw the red number jump.
47 seconds 32.
Within 47 seconds of Xun Lang's goal, there is still a long way to go.
Tang Yili asked Xun Lang who was coming ashore: "How many laps will you swim tonight?"
Training does not count, only the best timed result is asked.
"I swam three times in total, and the second time was the best, 47 seconds 30."
Still not ideal.
Tang Yili unfolded the towel naturally and handed it to Xun Lang. He took it, wiped his head and asked her.
"Just got off work?"
Tang Yili: "Yeah."
Thinking that neither of them seemed happy today, she suggested, "Would you like something to eat? I haven't had dinner yet."
Xun Lang looked at her through her wet forehead hair and realized that Tang Yili was not wearing any makeup. She used to have heavy eyeliner, so it was hard to see that her double eyelids were so wide.
It will still be a little swollen.
He didn't say anything, just asked: "What to eat?"
Tang Yili became more energetic, "I saw a new octopus dumpling shop opened outside. You can make it yourself. Do you want to try it?"
…
There is such a snack street outside every university.
When the weather is hot and night falls, the air is filled with smoke and smoke.
At this time, the young lovers were sitting in the shop one by one, their lust was greater than their appetite. Everyone was treating the homemade meatballs as a game, talking and laughing.
After Tang Yili placed the order, he looked around while waiting for the ingredients to be served, his eyes smiling like crescent moons.
She leaned forward and whispered: "We have been to this store before, do you remember?"
Xun Lang didn't eat out very often, so as soon as he came in, he realized that he had been there and smiled, of course he remembered.
This restaurant is newly opened, but its predecessor was a self-service hot pot restaurant. It was their first time to eat here, and Shen Langcheng and they finished the place where someone else had 140 plates of mutton.
I almost got into a fight with the store clerk at that time, how could I not remember it deeply?
Tang Yi smiled politely: "It's all your fault, I've ruined it for others."
Xun Lang raised his eyebrows without comment, smiled casually, and leaned back to make room for the waiter to serve the dishes.
The ingredients are all semi-finished products, including starch slurry, shrimp and crab meat, as well as shredded carrots and cabbage. These are all things that are assembled into small balls, and the assembly place is a small pot in the middle of the table.
The name is a pot, but it actually has nine semicircular pits arranged in a 3X3 pattern, more like a mold.
Tang Yili made sure again and again that this was not a food-borne stimulant, so he started happily.
She first brushed oil all over, poured the slurry into the mold, and then added vegetables and meat into it. The key step was to poke it with a bamboo skewer.
But Tang Yili was a little dumbfounded. The ingredients she had carefully put in suddenly disintegrated on the spot, and the mold became mushy, and it was impossible to tell which pit was which.
Xun Lang was relatively calm, "Keep turning it and it should be set."
Tang Yili drew a slit in the middle with her signature, and the slurry quickly evaporated to create a slit. She quickly stuffed the bamboo stick into Xun Lang's hand.
"You are responsible for turning three, and I am responsible for turning six. Let's see who is more successful."
Xun Lang looked at the lot in his hand and was stunned for a moment. He probably didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to participate in the small meatball making competition in this life.