City Exchange Life Club

"Chen Dong, He Dong left the post due to physical reasons, who will be the deputy director?"

Xu Xue took a step forward and bent over to ask.

When the directors heard this, they immediately sat down, looking at everyone like their competitors.

However, Zhao Yan did not play cards according to the routine: "The position of deputy director is a heavy responsibility. It is better to be short than to waste, so let's leave it empty first, and then bring up the right person."

Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard the words, but then they were refreshed, and they all felt that they had a chance.

And this is what Zhao Yan wants to see, as long as the deputy director does not implement it for one day, they have to please him.

"Chen Dong, the cooperation of Binhai Capital was taken away by Changhong Trading. The two of them are about to hold a signing ceremony. Is that enough? There must be an inside story about this!" said an old man.

"Yeah, I've been preparing for so long, and now I'm making wedding dresses for others, I'm not reconciled."

"Dong Chen happened to have diarrhea that day, and Changhong Trading's price was only 5% higher than ours. How could it be such a coincidence? There are bad people in the company!"

Others also expressed their opinions.

Zhao Yan didn't know what to do, so he could only be expressionless: "Just leave this matter to me."

He's dealing with a hammer, he doesn't understand this at all, and he can't wait to get drunk and swim in the sea of ​​poses now.

Looking at Zhao Yan's expressionless face, everyone is full of admiration. President Chen is worthy of being a self-made rich man. Mount Tai collapsed without changing his color.

This one looks confident.

It seems that there is already a remedy.

Then Zhao Yan announced the end of the meeting, and everyone got up and watched him leave with Xu Xue.

"I have something to go first, so I cancel all my trips today and tomorrow. In addition, you can check the background of Changhong Trading." Zhao Yan said.

It's business to go to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. How can you be disturbed by work when you are enjoying it?

And asking Xu Xue to investigate Changhong's trade was well prepared, and He Ming would definitely not stop there.

Xu Xue nodded: "Okay Director Chen."

"So good." Zhao Yan touched her face.

Xu Xue twisted her body to avoid her charmingly, and said delicately, "Don't be like this, Dong Chen. She is a married woman, so it's not good to be seen."

She had already determined that Zhao Yan was a Cao thief, so she deliberately emphasized that she had the master, and wanted to refuse and welcome.

"You're right, this is not good." Zhao Yan withdrew his hand and nodded solemnly.

Xu Xue was stunned for a moment.

She pretended to be a good woman and tried too hard?

Zhao Yan said softly: "So next time, let's find a place where no one can see and talk in depth about the advantages of socialism over capitalism."

After speaking, before Xu Xue could react, she walked into the elevator and left her in place.

Zhao Yan came to the underground garage, found Chen Han's Porsche, and went to the Binhai International Hotel.

This is the best hotel in Binhai. I heard that everything in it is good. The only disadvantage is that it is expensive.

No, expensive is not the fault of the hotel.

It's his own weakness.

Zhao Yan had long imagined that he could go in and have a drink, but today he finally realized it!

He wants to eat the most expensive and tender abalone!

 …

As soon as the car arrived at the door of the hotel, the doorman hurried forward to open the door and took the key to park.

Zhao Yan straightened his suit, and walked into the hotel door with a little nervousness and excitement in his heart.

"Welcome to Binhai International Hotel."

On both sides of the body, with a beautiful figure and a beautiful face, the door in red cheongsam greeted Qi Qi and bowed down.

"Dong Chen, are you still the same?" The beautiful black silk female manager of the hotel greeted her, with a just right smile on her face and a sweet voice.

Zhao Yan strongly condemned this evil capitalism, he really... likes it so much≧∇≦.

It turned out that what he hated before was not the capitalists, what he hated was that he was not a capitalist.

He nodded reservedly: "Yeah."

"Chen Dong please." The female manager led the way.

"Brother? Why are you here?"

A slightly familiar voice came.

Zhao Yan turned around and saw Chen Yurou with long hair and shawl, with a proud figure and a cold expression, wearing a white dress and black high heels.

And... herself beside her.

Yes, standing beside Chen Yurou is Zhao Yan herself, and now the soul inside is Chen Han.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that her brother kept silent, Chen Yurou frowned.

It was only then that Zhao Yan reacted. Don't say it, it was strange to hear the cold-hearted Chen Yurou call her brother.

What if I called my father?

He pretended not to know him, and asked, "Yurou, who is next to you..."

"Hello, I'm Mr. Chen's student, my name is Zhao Yan." Chen Han stepped forward and stretched out a hand.

Seeing this, Chen Yurou was even more curious, how could Zhao Yan have such a calm temperament at such a young age, and his temperament was stronger than that of his brother.

Why didn't you find out before?

And this guy has so many common languages ​​and hobbies with himself, which is too coincidental.

In front of him, I couldn't get cold at all, I felt very intimate, and there were endless things to say.

Of course she didn't know that Zhao Yan knew her so well because her soul was her brother.

So in Chen Yurou's view.

This is the fate of the legend.

It made her heart rippling, otherwise she would not agree to Zhao Yan invite her to dinner.

However, when she thought of this guy saying that she was sassy, ​​she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in her heart.

Hmm, for the sake of him treating him to a big meal, he reluctantly didn't pursue him.

Zhao Yan shook hands with Chen Han: "Hello, I'm Yurou's brother Chen Han. This girl has been spoiled by me since she was a child. She has a big temper and is unreasonable. She changes her face faster than the sky. Please take more care of her."

This is somewhat of a personal grudge.

Chen Yurou's pretty face turned black. How could a brother say that about his sister? Although these are facts, they can't say it in front of outsiders!

She nervously aimed at "Zhao Yan" beside her.

"No, Mr. Chen is very talkative, gentle, and reasonable." Chen Han said with a sincere face, and he increased his strength when shaking hands.

Brat, dare to use my body to blacken my sister in front of my face and avenge private revenge, right?

When Chen Yurou heard this, she smiled and felt that Zhao Yan was much better than her brother.

Zhao Yan withdrew his hand, and said nonsense without changing his face: "I'm here to have a meal, it's getting late, don't talk, I'll go up first."

"Brother Chen, walk slowly." Chen Han nodded.

Watching her brother leave, Chen Yurou complained to "Zhao Yan": "My brother is a vicious tongue and likes to talk nonsense. You must not believe what he said, and he was too rude, so he just left."

The smile on Chen Han's face gradually stiffened, and he felt that his little padded jacket was leaking.

"Cough, Mr. Chen, how can you say that to your brother? Your brother must be so anxious because he has important business matters. Isn't he making money because you can live a better life?" Chen Han said displeased.

Chen Yurou didn't expect her brother to be so rude today, and Zhao Yan actually took the initiative to speak for him.

This man, she loves a little bit!

Chen Han probably never dreamed of it, he helped Zhao Yan to give his own sister to the Raiders.

Zhao Yan probably never dreamed that his eldest brother actually helped him get his girlfriend to the Raiders.

After the exchange period is over, one will find that he has picked up a rich and beautiful friend inexplicably.

The other will find that his sister has been arched, and the one who collapses is... he is still an accomplice.

[Author's digression]: Give me one such uncle, no, ten!