Mr. Dior

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The entire building of Shijie is full of various high-tech facilities. For example, this elevator needs to swipe employee cards. Which floors can each employee go to are fixed, and they need to apply for floors outside the authority.

President exclusive elevator, swipe the president's fingerprint to use, you can reach any floor of the entire building.

Zhang Chen entered the elevator, and of course pressed the top button. As a domineering president, you should have an office with 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows and stand at the highest point of the city every day, overlooking all beings.

"You don't remember the floor?" Jiao Qi glanced at him strangely, and raised his hand to press the floor in the middle of the building.

It turned out that he did not have a panoramic office on the top floor. Instead, according to the tradition of the 1990s, the cadre's office was arranged on the middle floor to facilitate communication and escape.

Not foreign at all!

"Ding" arrived, three secretaries, two men and one woman were standing at the door holding documents, and saw Jiao Qi standing upright at once, speaking twice as fast as usual.

"President, this is the document to be signed today."

"President, you have a meeting at ten o'clock this morning. In the top meeting room, I will remind you again at 9.45."

"President, President Li just called. He is coming at two o'clock in the afternoon."

The president nodded calmly and took his little wife's waist | limbs into the wide office: "From today, you will work here."

"Huh?" Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows, squinting his old attack.

"Oh!" The three secretaries couldn't help exclaiming, and the female secretary in high heels almost fell.

"You are my personal assistant, responsible for pouring tea, organizing documents, and ..." the president said, biting his wife's fair earlobe and saying in a voice that only two people could hear, "Relief The desire of the president. "

Mr. Jiao couldn't help turning his face blushing. I have n’t heard this person for a long time. It ’s been a long time since I missed it. I coughed and pushed people away, and said to the three secretaries with a cold face: Come here to work, but all the documents approved by the president are shown to me. "

"Yes!" The three secretaries bowed forty-five degrees neatly, and they did not hesitate to take it down, not even a period.

"President Li pushed and asked him to come back tomorrow. We are not in the company in the afternoon. There is an urgent matter and we will deal with it this morning."

"Okay, President Jiao!"

The president watched his subordinates obey his wife's words. After listening to his wife's instructions, he walked out of the office with the same hands and feet. He didn't ask him for opinions, and couldn't help but hold out Er Kang's hand: "Oh, what ... "

"Click." The thick solid wood door was closed gently, and the room was quiet. The president heard the sound of autumn leaves sweeping by the autumn wind.

Something is wrong! Zhang Chenxi looked back and saw that his little wife had been sitting in the position originally owned by the president, and skillfully entered the power-on password on the keyboard. The computer, which has no loyalty like the secretaries, sounded welcome music.

The president walked slowly to his desk and looked down at his wife, "How do you know my power-on password?"

"What's weird about this?" Jiao Qi looked up at him, and all of their passwords were made public to each other.

The president's expression was unpredictable, and he suddenly shot and grabbed the young wife who flipped his computer at will, and then fell to the sofa.

"You are a commercial spy sent by Wang, aren't you?"

"Ah?" Jiao Qi was a little confused.

"It really looks like it ’s just a cover for my father's debts," the president pursed his lips tightly. "I said it earlier, you can't afford the price of betrayal!" Then he suddenly broke open. Xiaojiao's wife's shirt, a delicate shirt buckled out.

"Asshole, this is the new Dior I just bought!" Xiaojiao's wife struggled in horror.

"President, the meeting is about to begin soon ..." The secretary pushed in the door, his chin fell to the ground instantly, and then, like Wang Ba who was burned to the head by the water, instantly retracted, closed the door with a sigh, pretending to be himself Never appeared.

Due to the interruption of the secretary, this "cruel **** cut avi" could not be continued. The president could only change the boot password in disguise: "The password has been changed. You better be good, don't hit the computer idea again. "

"0826?" Jiao Qi rebuttoned his clothes elegantly.

"How do you know?" The president looked up in shock.

"Crap, that's my birthday."

"..."

Jiao Qi followed Zhang Chenzhang and stared at him for one morning, and was surprised to find that although the president had a cognitive bias in the relationship between the two, he did not have much problem in dealing with the company's affairs and could not help quietly Tone.

"Come with me somewhere in the afternoon." After lunch, Jiao Qi pulled Zhang Chenzhang into the car and took him to a private doctor.

Public hospitals are relatively shallow, and rich people have private doctors. Most of these private doctors leave the hospital to open their own clinics, the fees are very high, and the corresponding medical skills are quite superb.

"Where to go?" Aside from the hand that held him tightly, Zhang Chenzhang smiled and stopped three steps away from the car with a great discomfort. Obviously, if he cannot be given enough reasons, he will turn his face in the next second.

"Repay the debt." Jiao Xi was afraid of him and coaxed him casually.

Zhang Chen smiled, stretched out his arms and caught Xiaojiao's wife in his arms. He pinched the delicate chin with his **** and whispered into his ear rather evilly: "I said, in your pregnant Before, my father's debt would not be my penny. "

The hot air sprayed on his face, causing Xiaojiao's wife to redden her ears.

"Have a chicken ... hey, at least pay a deposit first," Jiao Qi broke free, shoving people into the co-pilot, Xiaozhi reasoned and moved with affection, "嫖 | 娼 200 to one night. You slept with me twice last night. "

Stepping on the accelerator, the silver Maserati rushed out of the stone garage.

Zhang Chenzheng was a little upset at first. There was a feeling of unhappiness that was calculated by Xiaojiao's wife, but it makes sense to think about it. Xiaojiao's wife owes so much money. Without a deposit, it is estimated that he will be chopped. He doesn't want Jiao Qi to wash his face with tears every day.

"Well, for the sake of your dedication to me last night, first pay a deposit of 100 million yuan." Zhang Chenzhang found out his black card, and turned between the knuckled fingers.

Jiao Qi glanced at him obliquely: "Thank you so much, Mr. Dior Zhang."

"No, call me Dior." You and I shouldn't be so born.

"..."

Maserati took a nap and nearly banged the beggar at the intersection with a dirty rag and forced a car wash.

"Just say it if you don't want to give money." The beggar looked with contempt and wiped the windshield into a big face with both hands flying.

The stumble finally came to the private clinic.

Amidst the green trees, a small white house was seen from afar. Pure European architecture, magnificent and beautiful, is not like a clinic at all.

The interior decoration style is highly consistent with the exterior, taking a high-end luxury route. There is a royal blue velvet sofa in the parlor's living room, covered with thick starry carpet. Rubens's "The Fall of Christ" hangs on the wall. Whether true or false, it looks very high-end here.

"Mr. Jiao, Dr. Xi is already waiting for you in the office."

The doctor who runs this clinic is called Bian De, a Chinese citizen of Chinese origin. Growing up in the rice country since childhood, a genius in medicine, he got a PhD at a young age. One day, he wanted to go back to China to open a clinic for the wealthy.

Since you are in China, you have to have a Chinese name.

At that time, the friend who helped him prepare was a Tianjin native, and asked him about the pricing level of various services. A face wrinkled into a bun and he ignored the bun: "You are really lacking in virtue, so you are called lack of virtue."

So he called Duode.

Dr. Tak's clients are rich people, and middle-aged and elderly people make up most of the rich people. Middle-aged and elderly people always have feelings that are difficult to abandon, often with a grateful heart. So around the "Christ Fall", there were also dozens of big red banners, "Living in the World" and "Rejuvenating with Wonderful Hands".

It can also be regarded as the merger of China and the West.

"Mr. Zhang's brain will sweep me." The brother at the front desk looked at Zhang Chenxiong with a smile.

Louis XIII returned to the factory for repair, and now Zhang Da | 屌 is a primitive man without a brain. The intimate front desk will not be stumped by this, he gave him a temporary card, and took out a pos machine that charges the temporary card labor cost.

Seeing the credit card machine, Zhang Chen was surprised. Xiao Dao ’s wife and his dad are really ignorant. They borrowed money to find such a place with no style. They wanted money when they came up, and they talked with him for a while, and they did n’t let out the big-tied Lao Zhang who provoked Xiao Jiao. His wife cried and grabbed the ground.

Boring.

The president who failed to become a big boss took out the black card and raised his chin slightly: "How much?"

"Two hundred." Jiao Qi pulled the black card and handed it to the front desk brother.

Just two million? What a joke!

"Two million is such a small amount, you just need to get a secretary." The president is very dissatisfied with telling him to run for such a trivial matter.

"It's two hundred yuan." Jiao Qi clicked on the number displayed on the credit card machine.

The brother at the front desk smiled and took out the "200 yuan" credit card to sign him.

Zhang Chenxuan looked at the number for a moment, and whispered to Xiaojiao's wife, "Two times last night, I should give you four hundred."

"……roll!"