Huang Ting

Chapter 372 Meeting

"...We should eat first, and then study after we are full."

Feng Baobao raised his hand: "Agree."

Black Guan'er has no way to deal with Feng Baobao, a troubled girl: "Now is not the time for you to vote by a show of hands!"

Wang Zhenqiu also wandered next to Feng Baobao, put his arm around her shoulders, and said frivolously: "I agree. I just finished a battle and I'm hungry."

Xiao Zizai crossed his arms and said, "I don't care, but if I have time, I would also like to change my clothes. The blood sticks to my clothes and it's really not very comfortable."

"Alas!" Wang Zhenqiu pretended to be shocked, "I thought Brother Xiao liked this style."

Xiao Zizai said calmly: "I just like killing people, not a slovenly person."

The unkempt black man with messy hair and thick beard glanced at Xiao Zizai and felt that he was connoting himself.

Old Meng smiled naively: "Everyone is tired. It's a good idea to take a rest. Chu Lan gave me the bite bag. I'll see what's in it and make something for everyone."

Zhang Chulan gave Fu Rong's capsule to Lao Meng.

Coincidentally, Hu Xiuwu, the company's regional director, is basically acquainted with him, and Liao Zhong from the South China Region is inextricably connected with him, and they both love and hate him.

"Hu Xiuwu really rebelled and did not follow the company's script."

Zhang Chulan took a sip of the soup: "Brother, don't be anxious. I know that everyone is a little confused because of the wrong speculation and are eager to clear up the confusion, but it will be useless for us to catch up now. Everyone has also seen Hu Xiuwu and Ma Xianhong fighting.

situation."

"No, no, no, we are just pawns. What effect can we put together?"

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"Haha, these little guys realized something was wrong and were actually testing our attitude."

After saying that, Lao Meng said with regret: "Fu Rong, this girl, is good-looking, a nice person, and has good cooking skills. What a pity."

"Director Huang, Director Su, pass the things to them."

"Director Zhao."

Zhao Fangxu looked around and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, we are just having a simple meeting to discuss the company's future development direction."

Zhang Chulan fiddled with his chopsticks and then said calmly:

Zhao Fangxu looked at the action report written by Zhang Chulan that was handed over by Erzhuang and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't be anxious, Brother Black Supervisor, there is another situation. Everyone has more or less guesses in their minds, but they are not sure."

"Gonggong, his family background is innocent, but privately, he has just made a splash at the Luotian Dajiao, and is in the limelight. Many people call him the 'little heavenly master' and consider him to be the pinnacle of the future."

Only when eating, these extraordinary temporary workers can enjoy delicious food and peace like ordinary people.

The black tube said: "Then what do you think we should do now?"

Wang Zhenqiu (Lao Meng (Xiao Zizai)) gave a thumbs up: "High!!!"

"Why can't you see through men? Why do you young people call people like Fu Rong brainless?"

One document after another was handed over to Directors Huang and Su who were sitting on the left and right. The person in charge of the region intercepted one copy and passed the extra to the colleague sitting next to him.

Among the regional leaders, there are only two young ones, one is Xu Si and the other is Ren Fei, the head of the Central China Region.

Then, Lao Meng put a handful of uncooked rice noodles in the iron pot on the campfire, stirred it with a spoon, closed the lid, and then answered Zhang Chulan's question:

"...No, it's still a little bit worse." Feng Baobao muttered as he showed off his rice crazily.

"I believe that the top management of the company are wise and wise and will not make such stupid mistakes."

The remaining regional leaders should address Zhao Fangxu more formally.

Black Guan'er casually wiped the soup beads hanging on his beard with his sleeve: "80% full, just right. It would be better if there is a bottle of cold beer at this time."

"Uncle Zhao."

Looking left and right, Feng Baobao also gave a thumbs up: "High?"

Gao Lian in the Northeast, Hao Yi in the Southwest, Hua Feng in the Northwest, Dou Le in East China, and Liao Zhong in South China.

Wang Zhenqiu said: "Brainstorm?"

Lao Meng slapped his forehead and said suddenly: "Yes, yes."

Boom, boom, boom.

"The original progress of the matter should be as we thought, but an accident occurred."

During this period of time together, Black Guan'er and the others recognized Zhang Chulan's thinking and were willing to listen to his opinions.

"Uncle Zhao, we are here."

A knock on the door interrupted the directors' discussion,

At the same time, he is also a person who Xiao Zizai said has a profound background and is a person who is inferior to the person in charge of the region.

Lao Meng took the empty bowl, filled another bowl for Feng Baobao, sprinkled it with hot vegetables and mutton rolls, and then handed it to her.

The conference room was extremely silent. The directors looked at the regional director. The regional director pursed his lips and looked at Zhao Fangxu, who was sitting at the head.

The one named Uncle Zhao is Xu Si, and the other is a dashing woman with short hair.

"A few of us just caught up with him, and that's the food delivered to his door. It's not up to him to decide how to eat it."

The bolt is locked and the door is closed.

In just a moment, the bowl of rice noodles in Feng Baobao's hand had already reached the bottom. Feng Baobao's cheeks bulged like a hamster. Before swallowing the rice noodles in his mouth, he raised the soup bowl:

Ignoring Feng Baobao, Black Guan'er looked at Feng Baobao's external brain: "Zhang Chulan, what do you want to do if you insist on letting us stay?"

It is difficult to communicate in the desert. Most of the regional leaders have lost contact with their temporary workers. They don't know what the tasks are. The temporary workers are worried about whether they have been caught by the board of directors.

Zhang Chulan replied: "Love brain."

"Until there are clear instructions from the leaders, we can only continue to get lost."

The black tube said: "Don't talk to me in a bureaucratic manner, tell me the key points."

"Okay, everyone has almost eaten."

Click.

Huang Boren, who was sitting opposite Bi Youlong, looked at the information and was a little confused: "However, there is indeed something wrong with Hu Xiuwu's actions. It was just to let him delay time. There is no need to do this."

Feng Baobao was busy slurping rice noodles at the side, pouring it into her mouth one mouthful at a time. The strong rice noodles, like soft and glutinous rice porridge, were poured into her big mouth.

"Director Zhao."

Zhao Fangxu took out his cell phone: "Er Zhuang, please inform Hu Xiuwu not to be with Quan Xing anymore, but to leave Quan Xing and join the temporary workers. The mission is over."

Zhang Chulan said: "I can't understand this either, so we might as well stop first."

Suo Suo Suo,

Facing the magnificent scenery, all the temporary workers were sitting around the bonfire, immersed in their noodles. Even Xiao Zizai, after changing into a new shirt and trousers, sat on a small chair, holding a bowl and sucking noodles.

Zhao Fangxu nodded: "I believe Hu Xiuwu will not collude with Quan Xing, but the doubts of the temporary workers and Director Huang do have some validity, but just in case."

"Although I can cook, I'm not that good at it. I just used some hot sauce that the little girl Fu Rong left in the pouch."

"Please come in."

Zhang Chulan straightened her back and sat on a small stool, holding a soup bowl on her left and chopsticks on her right, scolding Fang Qiu:

"There are only two situations now. One is that we really thought too much. The company simply asked them to hunt down Hu Xiuwu and Chen Duo. But if this is the case, it also shows that the company has seriously misjudged the relationship between us and Hu Xiuwu.

The gap in strength.”

The sun rests behind the sand dunes, and the light spreads over the northern desert.

Zhang Chulan raised his chopsticks and pointed to the sky, shaking his head and saying: "Since we don't know where to go now, we must let the far-sighted, far-sighted, and resourceful leaders above guide us as lost soldiers."

"Uncle Meng, have another bowl!"

Wang Zhenqiu lost his usual cynicism, touched his chin, and thought: "But this really doesn't make sense. Hu Xiuwu has no reason to join Quanxing."

Bi Youlong, who was sitting in the first place on his left, sneered: "Colleagues on the front line are exposed to first-hand information, so naturally they can see the truth of the matter more clearly."

Zhao Fangxu waved to his secretary to take out his cell phone, and then said to the person in charge of the district in an easy-going manner: "They are all here, come on, come on, no need to be so polite, we will have a meeting right away."

"Why should he step into the quagmire of sex and make himself ashamed?"

"Hey~," Zhang Chulan finally swallowed the rice noodles in his mouth and gave Lao Meng a thumbs up, praising Lao Meng's cooking skills, "Wow, Uncle Meng, your cooking skills are really good!"

The direction of development? Shouldn’t we talk about temporary workers?

Xu Si was hesitant in his heart, and with a dark look in his eyes, he saw Liao Zhong folding his hands on his chest and closing his eyes to rest, as if he had expected it.

When the document was sent to Xu Si, Xu Si couldn't wait to take a look at the title of the document and couldn't help but read out:

""Nadutong Reorganization Plan"?"

(End of chapter)