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Chapter 305 Business trip suspended

 "Mr. Zhang, are you free to meet me soon?"

The moment he saw the call, Zhang Peiwen was a little surprised. Wen Siheng, who usually couldn't even reply to WeChat messages in time, actually took the initiative to make appointments with others.

In the past, we could still talk about the affordable housing in Ludao, but now the design phase of that project is almost over. Wen Siheng's work has been handed over, and only the construction is left. Even Zhang Peiwen

No one needs to be too involved.

Suppressing the strong curiosity in his heart, Zhang Peiwen still replied apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have been abroad recently, so the time may not match up."

"Abroad?" Wen Siheng thought for a while, "Then I disturbed your rest. I'm really sorry."

Zhang Peiwen immediately said: "That's not true."

"I'm in Canberra, and I have a partner here. He recently flew in to discuss a business, and he's only two hours away from us."

In Australia, during the winter vacation when Wen Siheng was a child, Wen Shuliang and Tang Yirui took him to Sydney to visit Wen Siheng's aunt almost every year.

Luojiang is a place without winter, and the winter in the northern hemisphere is the summer in the southern hemisphere. Therefore, Wen Siheng's memory seems to be that after summer, he is living the summer of another country. At that time, he secretly swore

, I must go to a place where it snows in the future.

As a result, in the UK where he had been staying for nearly ten years, there was not much snow, but it rained completely. It seemed to be almost the same as the long rainy season in Luojiang in the subtropics, and Wen Siheng was troubled by this for a long time.

Zhang Peiwen still couldn't overcome his curiosity in the end and couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong with Teacher Wen?"

……

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. The result of Wen Siheng's brainstorming was to tell everything.

After listening to Wen Siheng and Jian Anran's bloody eight o'clock story, Zhang Peiwen on the other end of the phone immediately decided:

The business trip is suspended and he will take off back to Luojiang.

After a nine-hour flight, Zhang Peiwen arrived directly at Luojiang International Airport early the next morning.

The driver who was notified at short notice to pick up his boss at the airport was a little surprised. He glanced at Zhang Peiwen in the back seat from time to time, wondering what big thing would make his boss decide to return home at the last minute.

"Mr. Zhang, do you want to go home and take a rest first?"

The driver thought that if the business trip could be suspended immediately, something must have happened to the company or his family? To be conservative, he had better ask first.

Zhang Peiwen did not hesitate, "Go to the company."

……

The black Maybach drove away from a distance, and the security personnel of Valin Group immediately saw the license plate number. They remembered the license plate of each director and senior executive clearly.

When the car stopped at the door, the security guard immediately stepped forward and opened the back seat door, "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Peiwen didn't look at him, just smiled and nodded, "Good morning."

He took a few steps forward and clicked on the gates in advance to see him coming, so they were all opened early.

Zhang Peiwen strode towards the elevator and suddenly stopped in front of the gate, catching the staff who were following closely behind him off guard and almost bumping into him.

The people behind didn't know what was going on and looked at each other in confusion. The leader stood up and said, "Mr. Zhang, did you leave something in the car? I'll go get it right away."

"No," Zhang Peiwen stretched out his hand to stop the foreman who was about to turn around, "Which floor is Zhongling Design on?"


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