Bei Chenxiao told Wenze to continue presiding over the meeting, and he walked out with vigorous steps.
When he found Wen Tong about to take the elevator down, he stopped her casually, "Miss Wen, come to my office."
Wen Tong frowned, didn't you just go there?
But when the boss spoke, she followed him in obediently.
His secretary was reporting the situation to him, and Wen Tong stood aside, like a little eunuch in ancient times, waiting for dispatch at any time.
"President, there is a problem with the land in the east of the city."
Wen Tong had long heard that EC was going to acquire a piece of land in the east of the city and build a shopping mall there.
The reason why she is so sensitive to this land is entirely because it is her home, the place where she was born and raised. She will always have an inseparable feeling for her homeland.
"What's the problem?" Bei Chenxiao flipped through the documents handed over by his secretary.
"This is a notice personally sent by the chairman. He transferred the development rights of the land to Mr. Beichen Zhehan."
Snapped.
The document was thrown out hard by him, and the papers inside were scattered on the ground.
The secretary was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe, and stared at her feet anxiously.
Bei Chenxiao's face became extremely gloomy, and his hands on the table gradually tightened into fists.
Anyone could see that he was on the verge of an explosion.
"When did it happen?" he asked almost through gritted teeth.
"This morning."
As soon as he finished speaking, the things on the desk were thrown to the floor with a clatter.
The secretary quickly stepped back, fearing that his life would be in danger if he got caught in his anger.
"You go out." Wen Tong said to the poor secretary.
The fire at the city gate affected Chi Yu. With Beichen Xiao so angry, I'm afraid the little secretary wouldn't have it easy either. He was alone and had to kill or behead him. Whether he lived or died was all up to him.
The little secretary glanced at Wen Tong gratefully and left the office as if fleeing.
Wen Tong bent down and picked up the papers on the ground one by one. After arranging them, he also packed up the phone, pen holder and other things that he had dropped.
Some of them were no longer usable, so she threw them into the trash can.
Beichenxiao stared at the slender figure without saying a word.
In the past, she often suffered his anger, and when he got angry, he would often leave her covered in bruises.
And every time, she endured it silently and patiently.
"Stop picking it up." He rubbed his eyebrows, feeling irritated.
"I'll get you a cup of coffee."
"No need." He raised his fingers and said, "Come here."
Wen Tong walked over, but before she could stand up, he stretched out his hand and pulled her in front of him.
Before she could make a move to resist, he suddenly buried his head on her chest and held her slim waist like a child.
This man is so fragile at this moment that it makes people feel heartbroken.
Just as Wen Tong was about to push his hand away, his hand froze in mid-air, but for a moment, it didn't matter whether he pushed or not.
He pressed his face hard against her body, as if looking for a comfortable position.
His breath soon spread through her clothes and touched her skin, and the warm feeling immediately spread throughout her limbs.
In the end, she didn't push him away cruelly. Instead, she put her hands on his shoulders and let him hold her.
The sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the two hair curlers on the back of his head.
Wen Tong stared there in trance.
She felt like a kitten was scratching her heart, wanting to know that memory, but Yan Yixia's words reminded her all the time that it must be a dangerous road from which she could not turn back.
She raised her white little hand and gently stroked his hair.
The white ones are embedded in a head of black hair, exactly like Tintin's.
Feeling her touch, he held her tighter.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Tong finally pushed him and said, "My legs are numb."
He was so good, he had been sitting as steady as a rock, but it made her suffer, and her back ached from standing.
He let go of his hand, with no special expression on his face.
He drew a bit of comfort from her, but her body temperature was no longer there, reality was before him again, and he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
That day Beichen Zhehan mentioned to him the land in the east of the city, but he rejected it outright. Unexpectedly, he immediately approached Beichen Hall. With Beichen Hall intervening, the land that had not yet been formally bid was naturally
What's in his pocket.
Over the years, no matter how hard he worked and how he performed, no matter how many achievements he made, they could not match Beichen Zhehan's flattering concern and filial gesture.
Perhaps Beichentang has never taken his second son seriously. It is his duty to achieve results, and it is his incompetence that he cannot achieve results.
Beichen Tang never thought that one day he would leave his career to his second son. In his world, Beichen Zhehan was the unique successor.
Beichen Xiao's cold and solemn eyes gradually tightened, and there was a faint murderous look in them.
He has been deprived of the rights he deserves since he was a child, so he wants to take back everything that belongs to him, and he takes it back harder. In order to achieve this goal, he will do whatever it takes.
Wen Tong didn't notice the change in Bei Chenxiao's expression, but put the things he picked up aside.
He suddenly looked at her and said meaningfully: "You might as well be my secretary."
Only she could endure his violent temper.
"I still like being an agent."
He smiled and said, "You can be my agent and my secretary at the same time."
"rise salary??"
"Double."
She did not agree immediately, but raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll think about it."
"There is nothing to consider. Tomorrow, I will ask someone to move your office next to mine." He announced his whim idea arrogantly, without giving Wen Tong any chance to think about it.
This is the consistent style of this man, he never hesitates.
"What do you think about this?" He threw the document in front of her, "About this land."
Wen Tong said: "Want to hear the truth?"
"explain."
She looked at the plan on the document with a sad expression, "Actually, I don't want this land to be sold, because it is my home."
He pursed his lips indifferently, "You can't stop it."
She put her hand on the map unconvinced, her eyes shining like stars, "It all depends on man-made efforts."
He smiled, noncommittal.
What Beichen Xiao wants, he will definitely do everything possible to get it. If he can't get it, he won't let others get it.
Regarding the land in the east of the city, he seemed to be silent on the surface, but in fact he was already operating secretly in private.
Wen Tong left Bei Chenxiao's office and took a lot of information he gave him. These were all things he needed to be familiar with as his secretary, and he might have to burn the midnight oil.
In fact, he has seven secretaries, and she is really not missing one. His goal is simply to bring her as close to him as possible, preferably so that she can be seen when he raises his head.
Wen Tong's idea was relatively simple. She could earn double the salary in EC, plus the artist's income commission, which was a lot of money. She had to stick to this job even if she was so tired that she vomited blood.