At the beginning, it was a bit complicated to sort out the information. After all, Feng Xuan was not familiar with the company's overall process when he first came here. As he went on, he basically became more comfortable.
A top student from University B, he was indeed talented and learned. In addition, Feng Xuan usually liked to read some professional books, so he quickly got into work mode.
After about three hours, Tang Yan raised his head from a pile of information, took off his glasses, pressed the bridge of his nose, leaned against the back of the chair, draped his long legs, and looked sideways at the cold profile who was still typing, with the corners of his mouth curled up.
Ticked.
Feng Xuan didn't notice his gaze, and was still looking at the feedback information from the project, carefully looking for loopholes.
"Here." Tang Yan walked over, holding the desk with one hand, and passed around Feng Xuan with the other hand, covering him with his tall body, and tapped the form on the screen with his index finger.[
In this posture, from the back, Feng Xuan's whole body was wrapped in Tang Yan's arms, which was indescribably ambiguous.
However, the person sitting on the chair didn't think much. He just whispered "I see" and started typing again.
Tang Yan lowered his head slightly, glanced at the other party's slightly red and swollen thin lips with his narrow eyes, and smiled meaningfully...
In the company, it is a wise saying that everyone knows that women should be treated like men and men should be treated like beasts.
But Feng Xuan never expected that he would be so busy.
For four hours, the two of them hardly talked about any personal matters. Whenever they spoke, it was about work.
The lunch meal was served from outside. The food was good and there were many kinds of dishes.
Tang Yan took off his suit jacket and threw it casually on the office chair. He loosened his tie with his hands and smiled evilly, which made the female employee who brought the meal blush secretly.
"Junior brother." He seemed to have been used to this kind of admiring gaze for a long time. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Feng Xuan: "Come here for dinner."
Feng Xuan raised his eyes from the computer. He was interrupted from work, and his tone was cold: "You eat first, I'm still busy."
Such a tone?! The female employee was startled. She glanced at the new assistant in the corner, her eyes filled with admiration. She dared to attack the boss, she was awesome!
Tang Yan didn't care at all, he opened his bamboo chopsticks and started eating with a smile.
The person who is more fierce than the boss and still survives! The female employee was excited! Before leaving, she made a point of observing the appearance of the new assistant, and then...then her face became even redder.
Regarding this phenomenon, Tang Yan frowned in displeasure. It seemed that he should find a male employee to deliver the meals next time.
He picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then looked at the handsome man with cold eyebrows opposite him, and his thin lips curled up.
He handed the bamboo chopsticks over and touched the other person's lips.
The typist subconsciously opened his mouth, his green eyes still staring at the data on the computer without any pause.
Boss Tang expressed satisfaction with this and continued to feed him.
Feng Xuan was immersed in the ocean of data. When he finished his work, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. When he realized the strong smell of meat in his mouth, he blinked and felt something was wrong.[
Tang Yan was tying his tie. The black suit he wore in the morning had been replaced by navy blue. The buttons on his coat were very well made and shone with a faint silver light.
Seeing that Feng Xuan had finished his work, he put a warm smile on his lips: "Go wash your face, there is a dinner party tonight."
What is the job of the President’s Special Assistant?
Making coffee, organizing information, and reading financial statements are all trivial matters.
The most important thing is to be able to hold back the wine!
Chinese people have always liked to discuss business at the wine table, whether they are businessmen or officials, they all do this.
Tang Yan took a total of three people with him. In addition to Feng Xuan, there were also the business manager and the company's top public relations officer.
The wine table was set up in the best hotel in Beijing. Looking across the row, besides this boss and that boss, there were the director and the committee members.
Feng Xuan came from a military compound and was no stranger to hookups between officials and businessmen.
Especially in the real estate industry, if you don't know a few leaders of the city, no matter how rich you are, you won't be able to get ahead. What's more, in a city like the imperial capital, you can meet a second-generation official in just three steps.
They shouted that my father is Li Gang.
Officials have big bellies, and it cannot be ruled out that they are caused by drinking.
As soon as Feng Xuan and others sat down, they first served a few bottles of Maotai, and everyone's wine glasses were full.
Before Tang Yan could wait for the other party to speak, he picked up his wine glass and offered toasts to each of them. His attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, but also revealed a bit of domineering attitude.
When the director saw this, he didn't dare to trick him to death. He turned around and started to trick a few subordinates brought by Tang Yan.
Feng Xuan's drink was skillfully blocked.
The business manager and the top publicist drank the Maotai liquor like mineral water. Every glass was bottomed out, and it was obvious that there was a lot of messing around on the wine table.
But no matter how long I work, I can't help but be encouraged by my leader.
Almost four bottles of Maotai were gone, but the director was still respectful.
He was quite nice, he only paid respects but didn't drink, so there was nothing wrong with him.
It was just a pain for the business manager and the gold medal publicist. The two of them started to feel weak from drinking. They turned to look at Tang Yan and swayed.
Tang Yan pressed down the wine glass and picked it up, socializing with ease.
The director was happy and turned to look at Feng Xuan: "Hey, why doesn't this little brother drink? This is not feasible."[
Tang Yan's drinking hand paused slightly, his eyes flashed sharply, and he was about to speak.
Feng Xuan had already picked up the liquor next to his hand, with a professional smile on his face: "I'd like to toast Director Liu." After saying that, he raised his head and downed the whole glass of wine.
Tang Yan frowned without a trace.
The director laughed: "Okay, what a drinker!"
Next, he seemed to have found his target and started drinking again.
Tang Yan's eyes became colder and colder, and the black pupils under the golden frame seemed to be frozen.
The two drunk men, looking at the smile on their boss's lips, felt chills running down their backs.
Feng Xuanruo held the wine for Tang Yan matter-of-factly, and what he said was more skillful than a gold medal publicist. He didn't have to do it all, he just took a sip. He poured it into his stomach without blinking.
After finishing the meal, I didn't take a few bites of the food. There were large and small bottles of wine on the dining table.
"Mr. Tang, I'll leave that project to you." Before leaving, Director Liu patted Tang Yan on the shoulder, as if he was drunk, and said, "You have to develop it well, quality is the key."
Na."
Tang Yan said lightly: "Don't worry, Director Liu." He gestured to the person behind him and someone helped Director Liu out of the restaurant.
The remaining division chiefs and secretaries were already drunk, each pressing their heads and moaning...