When she woke up, Zhuang Wan contacted her and said that the contract with Sanshu had been signed.
With the contracts between Baoke and Sanshu in the second half of the year, Sheng's life will not be too difficult, but now the top management matters have not been finalized.
The information has been reviewed several times, and the people selected are all young, but apart from this thin resume, she is not familiar with these people.
"Mr. Sheng, Sheng's is about to face a bidding. Together with several companies, this is a project approved by Mr. Sheng a year ago to expand the scale of Sheng's and build more production lines. The bidding for the land in the east of the city
, it’s tomorrow, I’m worried that you don’t know, so I’ll mention it to you.”
When Sheng Zhong was still the president, he really wanted to expand the company.
Now that Sheng has agreed to bid, even if Sheng Mian doesn't want to expand the production line, he still has to go and take a look.
"Mr. Sheng, I have sent you several companies participating in the bidding."
Sheng Mian turned on the computer and saw the Xiao family's Hengfa Group at a glance. It was engaged in real estate, and acquiring land was a matter of course.
Zhuang Wan reminded her in the email.
Because Shengshi and Hengfa happened to participate in the same bidding this time, and Xiao Chuqing herself expanded the influence of the acquisition of Shengshi last time, so it is expected that there will be many theatergoers at the bidding site, even if they are watching these two people again
Encounter.
"Zhuang Wan, you go instead of me."
Zhuang Wan agreed there.
After Sheng Mian had breakfast, she received a call from Baoke.
The project at Yujingyuan has been proceeding in an orderly manner, but when she visited the construction site last time, she made a request to design a studio on the second floor. The decoration worker asked her if she wanted to change the design of the second floor.
Still follow the original design.
Regarding this point, Fu Yancheng has never given her an accurate answer.
With a serious and responsible attitude, Sheng Mian called Fu Yancheng.
But he didn't answer.
She frowned and made a second call.
The moment the call was dialed, the caller hung up immediately. Fu Yancheng deliberately did not answer the call.
Sheng Mian took a deep breath, and then her phone buzzed, indicating that a new message had arrived.
Sent by Fu Yancheng.
【Call me from your private number.】
Sheng Mian looked at this message and found it funny. Fu Yancheng himself knew her private number, but he always thought it belonged to his wife at home.
It was impossible for her to give him her private number. It would be best if the two entanglements were over and three months later, she could go abroad with ease.
Grandpa Fu's illness should take a new turn by then.
She did not reply to this message, but went directly to Fu's.
Fu Yancheng was sitting in the office, waiting for her reply.
But she didn't reply.
His face darkened almost visibly, and he threw the phone aside.
After processing the documents for half an hour, there was a knock on the office door.
"Enter."
Sheng Mian pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mr. Fu."
Fu Yancheng's hand holding the pen paused and he raised his eyes to look at her.
Her hand had taken off the bandage today and was hanging on one side.
He put down the pen and looked at her outfit with interest.
She didn't plan to go to Sheng's place today, so she dressed very casually, a pair of black wide-leg pants and a white puff-sleeved waisted shirt.
She is thin and looks fair and has long legs when she wears this. This is the first time he has seen her dressed like this.
The moment he raised his eyes, his heart seemed to beat much faster.
He looked at the documents in front of him in a concealed manner, "Is something wrong?"
"As for whether to reserve a studio in Yujingyuan, you didn't answer me last time."
Fu Yancheng moved his eyes back to her face and heard her add.
"If Mr. Fu's future partner likes to paint, he can reserve a studio facing south, which faces the garden. I will control the types of plants outside and have sunlight. For those who paint,
It should be very inspiring.”
"You like it?"
Hearing these three words, Sheng Mian's voice paused, and then replied: "It doesn't matter whether I like it or not."
"Yes, let's get one."
After saying this, he continued to look at the document in his hand, "Is there anything else?"
