After going out, Luo Yaoguo returned to the office. As soon as he sat down and his butt was still hot from sitting, Cai Wenjing came to the door anxiously, stared at him with burning eyes, and asked: "Director, is Xiaoguang okay?"
"It's okay, he doesn't have any problems, and he has such a big backer, so why is there something wrong?" He sighed, but smiled on his face.
"Then I'll be relieved." Cai Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief.
After saying that, she asked again: "Then when will he be released? He has to go to class in the afternoon. It would be bad if he delays his homework."
"He should be out by now."
"Then I'll go see him." After saying that, she hurried out and left.
As soon as Cai Wenjing left, the smile on Luo Yaoguo's face dropped. He sat on a chair and stared blankly at the orchids on the table. After a while, he suddenly felt thirsty, so he stood up and picked up the cup to pour water. A cup of tea had just been poured down.
, someone knocked on the door.
"Report, Director."
"Come in." He sat back on the chair and looked at the visitor quietly.
Song Han walked in with a stack of documents, his eyes crossed, and he immediately lowered his head and said: "Director, this is a summary of the daily sales data of convenience stores since the cooperation between Qinhuai Food and Beverage and PARKnSHOP. According to the data, the recent sales volume decline
There are nearly 10%, please take a look."
"Besides this, is there anything else?" Luo Yaoguo asked again.
"The newly opened supermarkets, 20 branches, and 50 new convenience stores will be opened in a few days. The decoration work is coming to an end. In addition to checking and receiving, the payment for the goods must be made as soon as possible."
"Any more?"
"The small house development pilot, the list of villages initially determined has been released, and there is also a detailed implementation plan, you can take a look." Song Han handed over a document.
Luo Yaoguo took it, looked up at him, and asked, "Why is there no Wenshan Village?"
"This..." Song Han suddenly panicked and said: "After research, Wenshan Village is not representative, and its location is close to the town, so it is not suitable to be used as a pilot in the early stage."
"Add it in."
"Ah?" Song Han was a little confused.
"Wenshan Village must be added to the list of pilot villages as one of several pilot villages, remember?"
"Yes, I remember." Song Han nodded.
"Xiao Song!"
"Director!" Song Han raised his head and looked at Luo Yaoguo in confusion.
Luo Yaoguo smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with enthusiasm: "Xiao Song, I am very optimistic about you, work hard, you are so young and so smart, your future is unlimited, work hard, Assistant Lin is your role model, he
He is my first assistant, and he will be promoted to deputy director soon. You are my second assistant, and I hope you can learn from him."
After hearing the previous words, Song Han was a little excited, thinking that his talents were appreciated, but as he listened, he felt that something was not right, and he felt a little uneasy.
"Xiao Song, let's not talk about other things about Assistant Lin. At least he is upright, behaves upright, and will not stab people in the dark or engage in conspiracy. You must learn from him in the future, otherwise if it is you this time, 80% of the Disciplinary Inspection Office will do it.
You won’t be able to get out, you said, right?”
Luo Yaoguo stared at him with a smile.
This grandson just reported Lin Xiaoguang for accepting bribes, and even made him undergo questioning. If the evidence of the former's bribery was solid, he would inevitably be guilty of oversight. Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise he would also have suffered.
At present, convenience stores are booming every day, supermarkets are about to open, and the small house development of Huarun Construction is also ready to be launched. These are all great achievements. I don’t know how many people in the entire company want to make progress and make contributions. If he makes a wrong step
, not to mention eating meat or drinking soup, they just squeezed him down, and there was no way he could climb up again in the future.
Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.
Song Han used his future to retaliate against Lin Xiaoguang, but he didn't know how much conflict there was between the two of them, leading to such a heated dispute.
He was suspicious in his heart, but he was too lazy to meddle in his own business. It only involved himself, but he didn't know how much he hated him. He had the intention to kill him, but now was not the time to settle accounts, so he could only hold it back, but at least he didn't.
attack.
Song Han was in a panic, his face turned pale, and his legs were shaking. He nodded hesitantly: "Yes!"
Lin Xiaoguang didn't know this. When he came out of the small dark room, it was already past noon. After that, he didn't stay in the business office anymore and went straight out to eat.
I found a random restaurant and chatted with Cai Wenjing while eating, finally putting her mind at ease.
After eating, they separated.
Lin Xiaoguang went back to school.
A few days after this incident, Chief Editor Zhai sent someone over and asked him to come home for dinner.
Without thinking about it, he subconsciously felt that it should be caused by the disciplinary investigation a few days ago. The editor-in-chief invited him, so of course he had to go. But before going, he remembered that the old man helped him out, so he wanted to bring him a gift.
After thinking about it, I didn't know what the old man liked, and finally I suddenly remembered something.
The novel "Kunlun" has been serialized since last July, and it has been eight or nine months now. The manuscript is almost finished. Could it be that the old man asked him to go to his house for this matter?
After thinking about it, he planned to bring a manuscript over. The old man didn't like vulgar things, and articles were the best thing.
He usually copied a lot of things from memory, and most of them made outlines and copied the beginnings, so there were quite a few articles to choose from.
Before he was about to pick up the martial arts novel, he suddenly remembered his agreement with Chief Editor Xu of Oriental Daily. From now on, martial arts novels could only be submitted to Oriental Daily. He immediately felt a little distressed. In order to get more than two million as soon as possible, he agreed to this unequal treaty. Now,
I just thought this was a trap.
You cannot serialize martial arts novels in other newspapers under the pen name Changan Jun. You can always use other pen names, for example, Qinling Xiaoxiaosheng.
"That's it!"
At that moment, he picked up "Qin Shi Mingyue", which had more than 200,000 words written on it, and noticed a copy of "The Rise of Great Powers" next to it. After a slight hesitation, he simply picked it up and put it in his suitcase and took it with him.
Editor-in-Chief Zhai’s home is near Victoria Road in the Western District of Hong Kong Island.
Lin Xiaoguang drove over. When he got home, he saw the old man and presented the two books to him.
The old man is half a bookworm. When he got the manuscript, the first thing he did was put on his glasses to read. He ignored him at the moment: "Tea, snacks, whatever you like, treat this as your own home. You're welcome. I'll read the book first."
I won’t entertain you anymore.”
"OK."
It was still early, and the old man was sitting on a wicker chair reading quietly, so he simply started walking around.
This house is a villa. It is obviously old. It is a typical British-style building. It covers an area of two to three hundred square meters. There is a yard outside the house and a lawn inside. At this time, the New Year has passed and the flowers and plants are sprouting, full of vitality and lush.
He was walking around, and not long after, the old man walked over leisurely with his hands behind his back.
"Let's go and walk outside."
"Okay." Lin Xiaoguang followed beside him and noticed that the old man was holding the book "The Rise of Great Powers" behind his back, and couldn't help but feel moved.
In the evening, there was little traffic and few people on Victoria Road. As the sun set, the sun hung on the sea. Facing the sunset, they walked quietly on the road.
After a while, the old man suddenly asked: "How are you doing at school?"
"It's not bad." He carefully considered his words and gave a brief description of his usual class situation, Laura and other teachers' attitudes toward him, and the relationship between his classmates and roommates.
"Well, the British have more than pure intentions. You must always be vigilant."