Gossip King

Gao Leng's heart hurriedly put the phone in his pocket, and his expression became serious.

"What's the matter?" Lu Yajun found out that he looked wrong and asked quickly.

"It's okay." Gao Leng immediately realized that his expression was abnormal and that he was still young. The subtle expression on his face exposed the fluctuations in his heart, so he hurriedly hid his dignified smile on his face: "Continue with the meeting. It will be over after a while. ."

It's so easy for people to see that my mood is not very good, and I still need to practice, Gao Leng thought, suppressing the worries in my heart, and walked into the hall with a smile on my face.

The appointment meeting has not yet been completed, and there is a lot of laughter in the hall. Except for the 30 or so employees who have been demoted or retired, the faces of everyone else are filled with hope, a kind of following the high cold, and affirming their own career Hope that will rise.

Gao Leng smiled and sat on the stage.

Ding, another text message came, and it was Wang Hui's click to open it again: two o'clock in the middle of the night, be careful not to be followed.

Thank you, Gao Leng returned these two words. Although Wang Hui didn't say what Mu Zhengtang was actually guilty of now, these two text messages have already told Gao Leng: things are not good, and they are not good. He raised his head, only that the smile on his face seemed to be twitching, some kind of helplessness in his eyes spread out, and he was forced to press down again.

After all, he is only 23 years old, although he is young and promising, he has insufficient skills.

Gao Leng's hands trembled slightly, he smiled and put his hands down on the table, trying to keep himself a general manager, a group leader should be in danger. Mu Xiao Leng was his weakness, and Mu Zhengtang was really embezzled, and this was difficult.

Since the princelings came to power, the corrupt officials who killed them have been in the triple digits. Since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, there has been a rare mass murder. Gao Leng is in the sky, really embezzled, and powerless.

The meeting proceeded as usual, and no one saw the abnormality of the high cold, except for the simple one.

"What's the matter with you." After the meeting, Jian Xiaodan walked to Gao Leng for the first time and looked at him cautiously and concernedly. Gao Leng couldn't help but admire the sensitivity of this woman. The interviewees said that Jian Xiaodan was sensitive to news. Very strong, she caught her own thoughts during the interview, but now it seems to be unexpected.

"Mu Zhengtang, Wang Hui asked me to go," Gao Leng said in a low voice, reaching out and rubbing his temples.

"Then you go first, I'll come here, it's nothing anyway, have a meal together in the evening, and then go to the villa bubble hot spring, today only a small number of employees are left to keep running, and the rest are resting." Jian Xiaodan listened to his expression. It changed, said quickly.

"See you late at night, I'm not in a hurry now." Gao Leng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his thoughts were a little confused. He had just returned to China, and Mu Zhengtang still needed to analyze the situation he knew, and he got it from the paddy field. The evidence that several officials transferred their assets overseas also need to be examined carefully, and the relationship between the people who reported Mu Zhengtang should also be sorted out.

A bunch of things.

"You go to the office to be busy with you. Anyway, the shareholders will leave in a while. I can deal with the employees' carnival. Then, you go to the office and I will bring you food." Jian Xiaodan finished, without waiting for Gao Leng to speak She stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "I have reported the officials of Mu Zhengtang. I have sorted out the relationship between those characters. I will give it to you later."

Gao Leng gratefully looked at Jian Xiao with a single eye. The woman in front of her can always do things ahead of her, which makes people feel relieved. The relationship between the characters is sorted out, but one major thing is missing. You only need to click on the data of the officials who have obtained the evidence of the transfer of property, and then analyze it.

The shareholders greeted for a while and left. They all came to attend the high-cold inauguration ceremony and it was enough to save face. They did not need to participate in the carnival of employees. But Lin Zhi left and right, and didn’t want to leave, and it’s not easy to follow Gao Leng and Jian Xiaodan to send the shareholders downstairs. After all, if there are too many people below, the appearance of a star like her will cause congestion, so she goes straight up. The cold office.

After waiting, Gao Leng returned to the office and saw Yang Guanguan at the door and said: "You leave, I have something wrong."

The high cold mood at this time is depressed, and I need a quiet link to study Mu Zhengtang’s affairs carefully, but when I walked in, I saw Lin Zhi’s smiling and charming sitting on the sofa and hooked at him. Finger.

Gao Leng frowned, he was not in the mood to do this.

Lin Zhi got stuck there in embarrassment, and was a little unwilling. He twisted his waist and walked over, put his hand on his chest and straightened his suit, and said coquettishly: "What's wrong, don't you want me? "

Gao Leng lowered his head and looked at this national **** goddess. His appearance is beautiful, his personality is good, and his figure is the best, but Gao Leng is not interested now. However, the Fei Di of the National People's Congress is always cheering for himself, so it is not good to be so cold.

So Gao Leng squeezed out a smile: "This will be busy, I will thank you alone another day."

"Then I'll wait for you to finish." Lin Zhi leaned against him.

Gao Leng frowned again.

"Miss Lin." The door behind him opened, and Jian Xiaodan walked in with a smile. He glanced at Gao Leng and winked. Lin Zhi took a step back when he saw someone coming in.

"Miss Lin, we will have a meeting in General Gaoyi, which is very important, and we have to meet the leaders of the district in the evening." Jian Xiaoshan leaned in front of Lin Zhi and lowered his voice: "You know, the Carrion Case. The matter is not over yet. Our Xingsheng is under the jurisdiction of the imperial capital. The government has to ask about the details. The leaders of the district have made appointments several times. Gao Leng has to go immediately when he returns to the country. It is really impossible to delay."

The government wants you to go, it must go. Lin Zhi knew this.

"That's it..." Lin Zhi looked regretful, bit his red lips, and swallowed his saliva very helplessly: "That..."

"I called several cars to **** you away, there are a lot of paparazzi below." Jian Xiaodan strikes while the iron is hot to send away this **** beauty. Several cars drove out, but the paparazzi didn't know which one to follow. The arrangements were made, and Lin Zhi was also satisfied.

"That's OK, then I'm leaving." Lin Zhi sighed quietly.

"Goodbye, thank you for coming to join us today." Gao sneered, stretched out his hand and shook it, and watched away, gratefully glanced at Jian Xiao, she still knew him best.

"Here are the details of those people, look at it." Jian Xiaoshan took out a kraft paper bag from behind and handed it to Gao Leng. It felt heavy when he picked it up, showing that there were a lot of information inside. Jian Xiaodan put a lot of effort on this.

When everyone left, Gao Leng sat down and drew out the paper bag. There were more than a dozen small clips on the documents that were at least three centimeters thick. One small clip was the details of an official, from his official resume to It's clear who promoted behind, and then passed those projects.

And there was a piece of paper on these materials, and Jian Xiaodan's Juanxiu handwriting suddenly appeared on the paper: "Don't worry, I will always assist, always." After this line, Jian Xiaodan's name and date were even written.

The work is meticulous, and even writing a note is as formal as a pledge, and this style is simple.

Gao Leng picked up the note, suddenly reluctant to discard it, opened the drawer and put it in. Then began to look carefully at the information she had compiled in preparation for the late night meeting with Wang Hui.