The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Xuan Yuan has been through so many worlds and is already experienced. So even though he has just come to this new world and has only accepted the memories of the original owner Meng Chengyi for a short time, this does not mean that he has any shackles or difficulties in taking over the original owner's work.

In fact, facing the official business that the original owner had to handle, Xuan Yuan can be said to be able to handle it part-time easily. After all, as the president of Meng's company, Meng Chengyi only has to make decisions. He does not need to worry about the specific things below. As long as the general direction is maintained, the big ship of Meng's company will never fall.

After driving the car to the underground garage and finding a parking space, Xuan Yuan walked calmly into the first floor of the company building. It was almost time to go to work, and there were many corporate elite white-collar workers on the first floor who were in a hurry. When they saw Xuan Yuan, the reactions of these staff members were almost exactly the same -

They all widened their eyes and gasped, as if they had seen the King of Hell. There was also fear in disbelief, as if they were afraid that he would do something. This made Xuan Yuan raise his eyebrows and couldn't help but wonder what the original owner Meng Chengyi had done to make these people react like this.

It was just like seeing a flood and a beast. This reaction was too strange, wasn't it? Could it be that Meng Chengyi was not responsible for dealing with Xiao Siyan and Ji Manman in his relationship, and was also the same in his official duties?

If this is true, in addition to despising Meng Chengyi's behavior, Xuan Yuan also had to sigh - Meng's enterprise can run smoothly, and even rise steadily to achieve very good results, becoming the largest enterprise in the country, it must be Meng Chengyi's male protagonist halo and bad luck, right?

With such thoughts and complaints in his mind, he wanted to twitch his lips slightly, ignoring the puzzled, surprised, frightened and unbelievable eyes cast on him by these white-collar elites in the past, Xuan Yuan directly pressed the special elevator and went directly to the top floor.

"President?!" As soon as Xuan Yuan got out of the elevator and stepped into the office and passed by the secretary's office, the secretaries who had already been handling official business in the secretary's office saw Xuan Yuan in a suit and carrying a briefcase passing by silently, and they exclaimed in unison, as if they had never expected to see Xuan Yuan here, and their surprise was beyond words.

Xuanyuan: ………What did Meng Chengyi do to make so many people in the entire company look so unbelievable and unresponsive when they saw him coming to the company? Are they so scared?

"Yeah." He nodded to the three men and one woman in the secretary's office who had already taken their positions with a blank expression and a cold look. Xuanyuan maintained a cold and calm attitude. Even if he was a little puzzled, he didn't say it out.

As the president of Meng's Enterprise, Meng Chengyi's office is located on the top floor of the enterprise building. The office is very large. In addition to the large black-painted wooden desk, there is a row of ceiling-high bookcases behind it, which are full of books.

In addition to the office area, there is also a rest area. There is not only a set of sofas, but also a gym, and even a lounge behind the office. Basically, all kinds of rooms and equipment needed for life can be found here. From this point of view, Meng Chengyi is obviously a person who knows how to enjoy life.

Standing in front of the French window in the office, Xuanyuan looked down at the city with an unpredictable expression and indifferent attitude. The office building of Meng's company is very high. When he stood on the highest floor and looked down from the French window, he could see the bustling city with rows of people.

When standing on a high place, it seems that the whole area is in sight, which gives a different feeling. However, Xuanyuan did not feel much. He stood silently in front of the French window, seemingly overlooking the city, but in fact he was just distracted.

"Knock knock." At this moment, someone knocked on the door twice.

Xuanyuan came back to his senses instantly, turned around and looked at the door of the office, and then said in a calm voice, "Come in." As he spoke, Xuanyuan walked back from the French window to the large black wooden desk and sat down on the comfortable and large chair.

The person who came in was Meng Chengyi's Secretary A, who was mainly responsible for official affairs. He was very capable and could give professional advice on various project decisions and program selection. He was responsible for every official decision made by Meng Chengyi, every official partner he met, and every meeting he held.

Meng Chengyi had a total of four secretaries, each of whom had his own responsibilities. Moreover, because they had to deal with different matters, they were responsible for different aspects, and the salaries they received and the status and treatment in the company were completely different - what you do, what you get, this is a matter of course, isn't it?

"President, there will be a plan for the merger of XX company at 9:30 in the morning. This is the meeting document." Secretary A, who was tall and thin, with a narrow waist and long legs, and dressed in an ordinary suit but looked very talented, walked to the desk, put a document on the table, and pushed it in front of Xuanyuan naturally.

Xuan Yuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the cover of the document. He nodded slightly, his attitude was slightly cold, and he said in a light tone: "I understand." After Secretary A nodded and prepared to leave, Xuan Yuan said, "A cup of Blue Mountain coffee."

"Yes." Secretary A responded with a smile and slowly left the president's office. After returning to the secretary's office, he walked to the desk of the only female secretary among the four secretaries, knocked on her desk, and smiled, "The president wants a cup of Blue Mountain coffee."

"Okay." The female secretary - let's call her Secretary B, she nodded, immediately got up and went to the tea room to prepare coffee according to Meng Chengyi's taste and habits. In fact, this job is not easy, because the temperature, concentration and even the amount of saccharin need to be carefully maintained within the range that Meng Chengyi can accept.

She is a life assistant, and her main responsibility is to make coffee for Meng Chengyi, book restaurants, book various air tickets, drama tickets or concert tickets, or prepare clothes for the banquet, and temporarily serve as his female companion when Meng Chengyi does not invite a female companion - in short, she is responsible for some small things and does not participate in the operation of the company.

"Boss, your coffee." Secretary B walked into the office with coffee and gently placed it on Xuanyuan's right hand. She quickly glanced at the table and saw Xuanyuan looking down at the meeting documents that Secretary A had just brought in. She couldn't help but feel surprised.

It's really rare. Why is the president so... so what today? Abnormally diligent? Or does he look very reliable? Anyway, no matter what, at least the president looks much better today than usual. He finally doesn't have that cold and depressed expression as if God owes him eight million.

——He is the president of Meng's Enterprise, with a rich fortune and an extraordinary background. What's the point of putting on a stepmother face every day? Will he let ordinary employees like them live? The most annoying thing is not that rich people are proud and proud, but that rich people put on a look of despair, okay!

Secretary B complained in her heart, but this did not prevent her from walking towards the door in her high heels with almost no sound. She thought the president would not come to work today - after all, the president's performance when he received a call yesterday was a bit surprising.

"Wait." Before Secretary B was about to walk to the door and turn the handle to go out, Xuanyuan called her. He lowered his head and sipped a sip of the fragrant coffee, and then said in a light tone, "Please ask Su Anyang to have lunch together at noon."

Su Anyang grew up in the same circle with Meng Chengyi and Xiao Siyan. When they were young, they played together. Although the relationship was not very deep, and Su Anyang did not fit in with the atmosphere of the circle, they did not fall out, and the relationship was still acceptable. After all, they were people in the same circle and had some friendship.

Meng Chengyi and Su Anyang were the kind of people who had each other's contact information, but they would never contact each other unless they happened to meet. They were members of the same circle. It was funny to say that they were close, and it was not entirely true to say that they were enemies.

"Yes." Secretary B was stunned for a moment before reacting, and quickly nodded and left the office. When she returned to the secretary's office, she was still a little unbelievable... If it weren't for Su Anyang himself being a very famous painter, when the president mentioned the name Su Anyang, she didn't react to who the president was talking about.

After all, the president had never seen any contact with Su Anyang before. How could these two people who were not related at all know each other? Or is the president simply a "fan" of the painter Su Anyang, so he took the initiative to invite Su Anyang to meet?

Uh... This kind of speculation is more difficult to accept than the president's whim.

After Secretary B complained a few words, she quickly found the phone number to contact Su Anyang's agent and prepared to invite him to meet the president. However, Secretary B was still unsure whether the invitation would be successful. She thought that Su the painter was not the kind of person who would bow to the rich and powerful. He was an artist with character, and most importantly, he was not short of money!

"Meng Chengyi invited me to have lunch with him?" When Su Anyang's agent conveyed this invitation, he also looked strange and confused, but he quickly said, "Agree to him."