Lu Wanwan looked at him and said, "If every father could love his daughter as much as you do, then many human tragedies would be avoided, right?"
Liu Yihui's secretary rolled his eyes at her. It was too late to try to please Mr. Liu now!
Liu Yihui narrowed his eyes: "I don't care whether you are catering to me or satirizing me, for the sake of your career, I hope you can be more tolerant of Chun'er in the future."
After Lu Wanwan smiled, he suddenly said: "Mr. Liu, can you lend me a ballpoint pen?"
Liu Yihui's secretary asked: "What do you want a ballpoint pen for?"
Liu Yihui raised his hand and said, "Okay."
Lu Wanwan then picked a ballpoint pen from the pen holder, rotated the pen cap off, and pulled out a piece of spring from inside.
Liu Yihui and his secretary were waiting to see what tricks Lu Wanwan wanted to play.
Lu Wanwan placed the spring on Liu Yihui's desk, pressed it heavily with his index finger, and then released it, causing the spring to jump high.
Lu Wanwan then looked at Liu Yihui and said with a smile: "I haven't finished what I just said. In addition to the love, sometimes the pressure parents put on their children can also be converted into motivation. If Vice President Liu wants you to
If your daughter has made progress, why not give it a try?"
But Liu Yihui didn't buy it: "What if I just want Chun'er to live happily?"
Lu Wanwan's smile remained unchanged: "That's a pity, I'm just like this spring. The more someone suppresses me, the stronger I rebound."
Hearing this, Liu Yihui's face darkened.
Only then did Lu Wanwan see the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help joking: "Don't be angry, boss, you'll get wrinkles."
Liu Yihui's secretary's eyes widened. This new supervisor actually dared to speak to Mr. Liu like this!
Liu Yihui's eyes twitched and he said to Lu Wanwan in a deep voice: "I hope Director Lu's work ability is as good as your tongue."
Lu Wanwan nodded and said, "I and the department's think tank will definitely not disappoint you."
After Liu Yihui looked at Lu Wanwan for a few seconds, he waved to her, indicating that she could leave.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Liu Yihui's face looked very bad, but Lu Wanwan did not forget to pack the ballpoint pen for him and put it back into the pen holder before leaving.
When he walked to the door, Lu Wanwan suddenly stood still and said: "By the way, Vice President Liu, the calligraphy and painting above your head seems to be a fake."
Liu Yihui's voice tightened: "What did you say?"
"The real thing was sold at a charity auction six years ago. The bidder was a real estate boss, and he spent 100 million in one go. However, maybe this is because he regards you as a confidant.
I voluntarily gave it to you?" Lu Wanwan looked back and said, then opened the door and left.
After being shocked, Liu Yihui's secretary hurriedly said: "Liu, Mr. Liu...she is talking nonsense. How can a small supervisor know anything?"
However, Liu Yihui pursed his lips tightly and did not speak for a long time.
Yes, what insight can a small supervisor have? Especially when it comes to collecting antique calligraphy and paintings!
However, she was right.
As far as he knew, the authentic calligraphy and painting above his head had long been auctioned off at a high price.
The current painting was just a copy made by someone else. It was just delivered this morning.
He had just stood there admiring it for a long time and couldn't find any flaws. Just when he was satisfied that it could be used to distinguish the fake from the real one, Lu Wanwan saw through it!
This woman must not be as innocent as she seems!
Liu Yihui's heart was full of depression and he couldn't help it, so he said to his secretary: "Go and show me her resume."
"Yes, I'll go right away."
...
Lu Wanwan didn't pay much attention to Liu Yihui's subsequent actions.
She returned to the department, made herself a cup of wolfberry tea, opened her laptop and started working.