Niu Congcong opened his eyes, coughed, and said with some force, "I'll moisten my throat so I can brainwash Leng Jianan later."
Zeng Jin rolled his eyes and said: "The CEO is the CEO. It's been an hour and there is still no sign of him. Can the CEO have no sense of time?"
Niu Congcong immediately said: "We have a large number of people, so I guess he has a little stage fright."
Zeng Dang sneered: "I don't think you are humorous at all."
Ke'er sat aside and said nothing
As soon as Niu Congcong finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and the waiter respectfully greeted Leng Jianan, who was dressed in black. At that moment, the three of them couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate, and were forced to breathe heavily by an invisible aura.
Leng Jianan glanced at the three people who looked slightly panicked with cold eyes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then slowly walked to Niu Congcong and sat down.
Niu Congcong's whole body was stiff, and the smile on his face seemed to have been squeezed out by someone: "Mr. Leng, hello, I am Niu, Niu, the general manager and director of Shangpin Design..."
Leng Jianan looked at him with a faint smile and waited for the next step
Niu Congcong was even more flustered when he looked at him so calmly, and sweat broke out on his forehead: "Niu, Niu Congcong"
Leng Jianan still smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter if you stutter, as long as your thinking doesn't stutter."
Niu Congcong's face turned red and he murmured: "Leng, Mr. Leng, I, I don't stutter."
After saying this, he didn't even believe that he wasn't stuttering.
Zeng Jin lowered his head and tried hard to control himself from laughing, but he had no expression.
"Introduce your team." Leng Jianan glanced at Zeng Jin and Ke'er, indifferently, without pausing for a moment on Ke'er.
Niu Congcong quickly introduced: "Mr. Leng, this is Zeng, the designer in charge of Long Xiang's design. Next to Zeng Jin is..."
"Miss" Leng Jianan didn't seem interested in listening to Niu Congcong's introduction to Kerr. She waved the waiter over and said, "Open a bottle of Bordeaux 82."
Ke'er's eyes widened. If it hadn't been for Leng Jianing's dinner treat, Ke'er wouldn't have known how expensive the red wine was. At this time, Leng Jianan opened his mouth and one hundred thousand yuan was wasted.
omg, I really don’t know if Lin Shaofeng paid so much for catering. Zeng Jin and Niu Congcong didn’t know the price, so naturally there was no expression of surprise on their faces.
Wait, I still don’t know who to keep here as a hostage.
Niu Congcong still wanted to continue introducing Ke'er. Leng Jianan leaned on the back of his chair leisurely, looked at him and said: "Director Niu, why don't you talk to me about your design concept?"