"Boss, I don't want to go to Africa!" Yan Xiaoyu looked at Qin Zifeng sitting behind the desk with a pitiful expression.
Unexpectedly, the other party didn't even raise his eyelids, and he didn't know what he was writing on the paper.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Xiaoyu cheered himself up and slowly moved forward.
"Boss, boss, young master, head..." Before he could get to the point, he was shot dead with "Shut up."
He trembled and did not dare to speak anymore. He could only pour everything he wanted to say into his eyes.
How do you say something?
The eyes are the windows of the soul
Everything, eyes, it’s not me putting pressure on you, it’s my future that really depends on you.
"What other nonsense are you thinking about?"
Qin Zifeng frowned slightly and looked at this subordinate who could be said to be both the most capable and the least reliable.
At this moment, the other party's expression was definitely more resentful than that of a real resentful woman, and the look in her eyes changed several times in an instant.
The moment he spoke, it was as if a lamp was suddenly lit in the dark night. His eyes were so bright. Qin Zifeng really didn't want to admit that this childish person was actually the head of Guan Yan's intelligence department.
He held his forehead, waved his hand towards the other person to signal him to stop talking, then looked into the other person's eyes and said slowly: "Yan Xiaoyu, why do you think I let you go to Africa?"
Because I have seen the way you were beaten by Zhang Xiao, boss. Even though he thought so, Yan Xiaoyu did not dare to say so.
If the boss can ask him why, he feels that his first purpose of coming in has been achieved.
Compared to his initial disregard, he truly felt that the boss's voice now was absolutely heavenly.
He cleared his throat, thinking that he must convince the boss to give up the terrible idea of sending him to Africa. Ever since he saw something he shouldn't have seen in Qin's house and beat someone he shouldn't have beaten, he has not dared to talk to him.
The eyes that met each other no longer escaped for the first time
"Boss, there are a lot of people in Africa, but except for South Africa, which is developing well, people in other places simply cannot afford to consume the things Yan's business is doing now."
Qin Zifeng chuckled and asked, "Who said we are going to sell Yan's products there?"
He never knew that his intelligence genius had such an innocent side.
Tapping his knuckles on the table, he leaned back on his seat and narrowed his eyes, "Profit is not just about money, Yan Xiaoyu, you will understand in the future, making money is not just about selling things."
This obviously contradictory sentence made Yan Xiaoyu want to refute, but he didn't know where to start.
For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the "bang bang" sound of knuckles tapping on the table, with a strange charm that seemed to guide the beating rhythm of the heart.
He opened his mouth several times, and finally Yan Xiaoyu stamped his feet hard before raising his neck to break the weird atmosphere.
"Boss, since the benefits are not just money, what the Yan family in Africa wants is not the benefits of money. But you also said that you can only make money by selling things, which means that the Yan family has no intention of injecting some goods into the market there, but
Aren’t there obvious contradictions between the two statements of wanting to make some money from them?”
His slightly narrowed eyes prevented him from seeing the emotions of his boss
The other party simply didn't confuse him for too long.
He heard the other party sigh, and then said slowly, "These two statements are not contradictory at all. Interest is not just money. What Yan wants is naturally interest."
The words were not very clear, but Yan Xiaoyu suddenly realized the misunderstanding of his thoughts.
Yanshi wants money, and Yanshi also wants other benefits.
"Is there anything else you want to ask now?" Qin Zifeng looked at the other party's expression of sudden realization and slightly raised his lips.
"No, no more", it was obviously an encouraging look, why did he feel weak!
Yan Xiaoyu thought that smile looked very awkward, and it was only later that he met an old man buying candy for his granddaughter that he realized that the smile the boss had at that time was more than the same as the old man's smile towards his granddaughter!
"Okay, go back and make preparations. Wait for my call about the specific departure time."
"Huh? Ah!"
It wasn't until I walked out of the door and my dizzy head was blown by the wind that I suddenly woke up.
He obviously didn't want to go to Africa, so why did he wait for a specific time?
Yan Xiaoyu was struggling hard here, but Qin Zifeng didn't succeed in deceiving his subordinates' joy at all.
The time he spent with Zhang Xiao last night made him even more unable to let the other person out of his sight.
He smiled bitterly, even if he wanted to integrate that person into his flesh and blood, he could not ignore the other person's wishes.
He did those things in the past without any burden because he was sure that Zhang Xiao would not know about it.
But now it seems that many things he thinks are simple.
Just like the girl who dyed the red roses blue for love, she thought that when the flowers turned blue, she would gain happiness, but she never thought that the lie would one day be exposed.
Blue Enchantress...Qin Zifeng also has a day when he is as good as wine
"Zhang Xiao", he moved his fingers slightly, but paused when he touched the cold tabletop.
Then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was calm.
He lowered his head and looked at the table carefully, and then wrote two words one by one with his fingers.
When the fingertips stopped at the last stroke, except for the place where the finger touched, there was no trace of the place that had been painted so carefully.
Suddenly, he felt a little astringent in his heart. He didn't know if he and Zhang Xiao would end up like the disappearing words, becoming the most familiar strangers.
Unable to sit down any longer, Qin Zifeng simply stood up
He told himself that he just wanted to see Zhang Xiao, the kind of distant gaze that the other party would not know about.
…
Zhang Xiao had just woken up at this time. In fact, if he hadn't been so hungry, he could have continued to sleep.
I looked around and it was obvious that I was at home now.
"That kid Awano is quite loyal!"
Zhang Xiao tugged at her hair, which was a little messy after sleeping, and got out of bed, intending to find something to eat from the refrigerator to commemorate her five internal organs.
But before he could reach the living room, the phone rang like a reminder.
There was a knot between his eyebrows. He paused, then turned around and walked back.
"Who is it?" You don't know how to tell the time?
Thinking of the old man's previous teachings, he swallowed back the second half of the sentence with difficulty.
But even so, the two words he blurted out were enough for people with normal intelligence to hear his displeasure.
"You brat, what's your tone?!"
Unexpectedly, the person on the other end of the phone sounded worse than him. Even after saying this, the other person spoke again without a pause, "That's right. The old man is old. Besides asking for some information, what else can he do?"
..."
"How is Li Yan?"
Zhang Xiao anxiously interrupted the other party who seemed to have a lot of complaints left, and asked about the woman who could be said to have been indirectly harmed by him.
Even if he doesn't love him anymore, he can't turn a blind eye to that woman's current situation
What's more, Li Yan's today...
"Zhang Xiao! When I called you, you acted as if you were meeting a debtor. You didn't say anything in your tone, but you immediately asked how that woman was doing. Do you still think of me as your father?"
Even if he couldn't see it through the phone, Zhang Xiao could still imagine the other person's bloating, staring, and jumping with anger.
Almost before he realized it, his brows had stretched.