Yu Bingpo habitually took off his coat when entering the office.
Wen Qing looked at the strong and sexy male figure wrapped under his snow-white shirt without blinking, with a look of admiration and obsession on his little face.
"Yeah, I got it!" Yu Bingpo didn't pay any attention to the complicated look in the woman's eyes. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He walked to the desk and sat down, reaching out to take the folder in her hand.
Looked up.
"Mr. Yu, it is said that several large companies are interested in participating this time. Will our competition be ?????????"
"Don't worry about this," Yu Bingpo flicked the document with his finger and said calmly without raising his head, "We have zero profit in the renovation of the old city. No company will be stupid enough to take on this project without making money.
.And besides Liyang Group, I don’t know anyone else who has such huge financial resources to work for free without getting paid.”
"Zero profit?" Wen Qing didn't understand what was going on in the president's mind.
"What we want is social impact. As long as this case is successful, major projects in the subsequent development zones are waiting for us."
Liyang Group is one of the top 100 companies in the world. The company's business covers a wide range of businesses. Although I dare not say that it can shake mountains with just a finger in the world, it can be regarded as No. 1 in this city and even in the country.
The boss dares to say that the purpose of taking over the project with zero profit is not to make money, but to transform a beautiful living environment for the elders in his hometown. No one dares to brag about Haikou and say that he can also make zero profit.
Sometimes, if you have too much money to count, you can indeed do big things and good things! But the purpose is not only to do good things, but also to make more money after doing good things.
The big project in the development zone is a rich and rich cake.
Therefore, the purpose of capitalists engaging in commercial activities is profit. How can any businessman not want to make money?
Wen Qing understood. Looking at the man's calm and calm face, she couldn't take her eyes away. This man was calm and strategizing, and controlled everything in the palm of his hand. She didn't know there was someone else in the world.
There is no other man who can make women obsessed with him so easily.
"Secretary Wen, is there anything else?" Yu Bingpo glanced out of the corner of his eye, looked at Wen Qing's affectionate eyes, frowned, and asked her, with obvious disdain and coldness in his voice.
"Uh???? It's okay, Mr. Yu." Wen Qing smiled awkwardly, turned around and left.
Why is such a good man willing to leave him here and not come back to see him for several years? It's a pity that she is envious, jealous, but also helpless, because there is no shadow of her in this man's eyes at all.
Yu Bingpo's cold eyes retracted from the disappearing figure, and his brows gradually relaxed. He was used to seeing similar glances from around him from time to time, but he didn't like that even his secretary had such little thoughts, because
That would only waste her own feelings.
Women, there was always only one person who could catch his eye.
The pretty and lovely figure really appeared before his eyes, standing gracefully in front of him, and the silver bell-like laughter was like charming music that instantly echoed in his ears.
A softness suddenly flashed in his cold eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at the pile of documents in front of him, took out a frame from it, wiped it carefully, and put it back on the desk.
Inside is a photo of a young girl. On her youthful and beautiful face, there is that kind of wanton smile. This smile seems to be contagious. A soft smile instantly hangs on the corner of the man's mouth who is looking at him. His face has always been cold.
It has also become incredibly soft.
However, like a sudden violent storm, in an instant, the gentle smile on the man's face disappeared, followed by the usual coldness. What's more, the resentment and anger overflowing from the corners of his eyes gradually filled up.
That handsome and clear face.
With a "pop" sound, Yu Bingpo suddenly took the photo with his palm, pressed it in his palm, raised his eyes, and did not want to take another look. The tenderness just now had disappeared, and he looked at the gorgeous woman without focus.
Purple dark veined marble floor, eyes gradually fade.
He still couldn't wake up from the grief, anger and sadness of the past. The relationship between his childhood sweethearts was not as valuable as a trophy. That cruel woman actually stayed away from him for a meaningless trophy.
But, why didn't she miss him when she left? His love was once ripped away from his life by her, but in the end, she turned around and left cruelly, so ruthlessly and decisively, without caring at all.
He almost collapsed and almost lost his breath.
His pleading and affectionate calling could not bring back her ruthlessly departed figure at all.
Although he did not die in the end, his heart was already riddled with wounds. Over the years, he thought he could forget her. Unexpectedly, the little woman who looked exactly like her could still bring him to the brink of death.
My heart is boiling again.
She is such a cruel woman, why do you still miss her? She abandoned him when she wanted him, so why do you still keep her photo?
In Yu Bingpo's deep eyes, there was nothing but anger and anger.
He opened the drawer angrily and stuffed it into the innermost position, as if he was afraid it would escape on its own, and he stuffed it under all the files uneasily.
He closed the drawer hard, closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, then suddenly raised his body, clenched his big palms tightly, and banged the table hard. The dull "bang" sound showed the owner's heart.
of resentment and grief.
Ning Xiaotong, I will wait until the day you come back. When you come back, I will see for myself how well you can live without me around??????????
Sangxia hurriedly finished the lunch box her grandma packed for her. It took her a whole morning to clean the entire villa. She was so tired that she lay on the soft sofa and could hardly get up.
Looking up at the noble but low-key luxury on the ceiling and in the room, she couldn't help but greet this bad-tempered capitalist in her heart. It's so evil, so evil, such a luxurious house????
??After resting for a while, he went upstairs and passed the closed door. He remembered that this room seemed to have not been cleaned yet. It was his bedroom.
Pushing the door open and walking in, there was still a black and white decoration. In the huge room, the large bed was covered with snow-white sheets. Sang Xia curled her lips and thought, this man with a dark belly actually loves cleanliness so much.