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Liu Heng boarded the elevator in the surprised eyes of the secretary outside the door and returned to his office.

At the moment, his face was 100,000 times colder than usual, and the thin and deep outline even showed a bit of coldness. None of the people in the top office dared to speak, lowering his head to his computer, and Yu Guang aimed The boss was relieved after entering the office.

Liu Heng pulled his tie and threw himself into the boss chair. He felt uncomfortable depression in his chest and his heart was still beating irregularly. The blood that had just rushed into his brain began to flow back, but he felt extremely hot. Pick up the air conditioner remote control and lower the temperature a few degrees.

He lay on the backrest mountain, trying to calm himself down. When he closed his eyes, Wang Yincheng's face and clear eyes suddenly flashed in his mind. He was not used to this kind of emotion that was not under his control, but he couldn't help himself at the moment when he clearly needed to calm down. It was like a trapped beast living in his heart, which could break through the cage at any time.

At this time, there are people who are not afraid of death and cut the inside line.

"Liu...Mr. Liu, you just said who is going to your office?" The manager of the secretary department was crying. He stayed in this company for so long. It was the first time he saw Liu Heng's face so ugly.

Liu Heng: "Wang Yincheng!" After he finished speaking, he cut off the call directly.

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The secretary of the secretarial department wiped the sweat on his forehead, and he did not dare to let the little girl around him inform Wang Yincheng of them. He ran again himself, and served good tea and snacks for Ye Anning and Shao Zhiwen.

Shao Zhiwen doesn’t matter. It’s normal for a new man to not see the boss, but Ye Anning is proud and arrogant. She even brought out the recording pen today, waiting for a glance at the rumors of Zhongrong Pharmaceutical ceo .

Ye Anning was angry, and Wang Yincheng ignored her emotions, carrying a briefcase and following the manager to the elevator and went straight to the top floor.

"Mr. Wang," the manager of the secretary department directly changed the title. "Don't mind. Although our General Manager Liu is a little cold, but his work is very serious. Since he promised you to do an interview, he will definitely cooperate with you."

Wang Yincheng nodded his head and said nothing. He thought about Liu Heng’s attitude just now, and it was indeed unintelligible. Since it was previously a conference room arranged by Liu Heng himself, he was suddenly notified to change to his own. In the office, refused to let others in... This attitude is too elusive!

As a result, he climbed to the top floor, and Wang Yincheng knocked on the door of Yu Heng's inquiry and opened the door of Liu Heng's office.

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When Wang Yincheng entered Liu Heng's office, the air-conditioning temperature was extremely low. Liu Heng did not sit on his boss's chair, but sat on the sand in front of his desk.

Wang Yincheng walked in behind the door and nodded at Liu Heng: "General Liu."

With no expression on his face, Liu Heng did not stand up. Instead, he sat very restrained, placed his hands even stiffly on his knees, looked at him sideways, and nodded.

Wang Yincheng looked at Liu Heng's sitting position quietly, and then sat on the sand opposite Liu Heng.

Wang Yincheng had already scratched the questions he needed to ask today on a piece of a4 paper. He took that paper from his briefcase and handed it to Liu Heng. He said, "Let's take a look first. Tell me about the problem." Pause: "I didn't bring a recording pen."

Liu Heng took the a4 piece of paper and locked Wang Yin's ossified fingers uncontrollably when his eyes fell.

Liu Heng relaxed himself as much as possible, and changed a less twisted posture. He looked at the problem on the a4 paper. From the first one, when he saw the sixth one, he was completely absent-minded.

The temperature in the room was very low, but Liu Heng’s senses were extremely sensitive at that moment. He did not look up at Wang Yincheng, but he seemed to feel that the man sitting opposite him turned over his phone and placed it on the coffee table, and then took it again. Come out with a pen...

Liu Heng's back was stiff. After a few tens of seconds, he finally put down the paper in his hand and leaned on the sand. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Yincheng with a scatter: "Go to the next room."

"..." Wang Yincheng thought he had misheard at first, until Liu Heng stood up and pointed to a white door next to the office bookcase. "Go in!" Liu Heng didn't use a negotiated tone this time, he restarted Sit at your desk, put the paper on the desk, and draw a pen. Looking up, Wang Yincheng's eyes suddenly became fierce and cold.

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Maybe when he was not used to work, there were other people in the office... When Wang Yincheng entered the door, he realized that Liu Heng was likely to be a workaholic with a strong ideology. He didn’t like to have other people enter his office territory. This might be Why did the secretary manager just call to confirm again, and did not come in when he was brought up.

If it is from a work perspective, Wang Yincheng feels that he has no reason to refuse. Everyone has their own unique style and hobby, isn't it? Wang Yincheng took it, pushed open the door and went in.

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It was a very small compartment, with a small bed and a hanger for hanging clothes. It was very small, and no one could even turn around inside.

There was no other place to sit, and Wang Yincheng didn't plan to grieve himself for standing, so he sat down beside the bed.

He had already prepared a person to wait at least two hours here. He thought that Liu Heng would not allow recording, and he might write down the questions he could answer. The man's attitude is strange and indifferent. It really doesn't seem to be a person who can play cards according to common sense.

However, it didn't take long for him to sit down, and the mobile phone on his hand rang. Wang Yincheng picked it up and it was Liu Heng.

Wang Yincheng hadn't heard anything since he picked up the phone, and Liu Heng's deep voice came from the phone: "I have read all the questions, except for a few questions about stocks."

Wang Yincheng was surprised, "Are you doing an exclusive interview on the phone?"

Liu Heng's voice is still cold: "Is there a problem?"

"No, you can." Wang Yincheng switched himself to work. In fact, there is no problem with a recording pen. He is a replicating copy machine, and he almost never forgets. But at the moment, he couldn't help but think, why did he make an interview for a meeting in the beginning? It’s okay to talk on the phone.

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Liu Heng sat on the boss chair and said according to the a4 paper at hand.

He originally thought that he would slowly begin to distract himself again, but later it did not. Wang Yincheng's problem seemed to be a less-than-perceptible guide lamp, gradually making Liu Heng no longer irritable and gradually getting into a better situation.

Liu Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on the chair. The questions asked by Wang Yincheng were very deep. Many of the questions seemed superficial and not sharp. However, when answering, people couldn't help but concentrate on thinking that Wang Yincheng asked this question for the purpose of what. Liu Heng is a workaholic. He has a near-paranoid attitude towards work. He pays more attention to work than others. Wang Yincheng’s problems obviously make Liu Heng feel surprised and excited. From the beginning, his absentmindedness gradually entered the full work. status.

Wang Yincheng's voice on the phone was very shallow, and he only occasionally said a few words to guide Liu Heng to answer the key to the question. From time to time, "um" revealed a sense of indifference.

Liu Heng suddenly lost his mind halfway. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the white door, wondering if the man in the door was standing or sitting at the moment? Liu Heng’s lounge is very narrow, and it feels crowded when standing. If not, is it sitting or... lying?

At that moment, Liu Heng's black eyes burst into inquiry and deep light, and then he looked back quietly.

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After a phone interview with a door, it took about an hour to end. Wang Yincheng had to admit that Liu Heng was quite focused on things. There was one saying one, two saying two, not turning corners, not pushing three obstacles, he could answer you directly. He couldn’t answer questions that could not be answered. The efficiency of the interview was surprisingly high. Soon the outline of an interview was formed in Wang Yincheng’s heart.

After the last question was answered, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and Wang Yincheng paused for a while before adapting, and heard Liu Hengyou said quietly: "Is there any more?"

Wang Yincheng exhaled and praised the efficiency. "No, thank you." After that he hung up the phone and got up to open the door and walk out.

The mobile phone in Liu Heng's hand was a little hot. He held it silently, looked up at Wang Yincheng again without looking, and couldn't help but looked at the man's eyes again.

Wang Yincheng simply packed up and left, walked across the desk before leaving, handed his right hand and looked at Liu Heng: "Happy cooperation, President Liu."

Liu Heng froze for a moment, and calmly reached out to hold Wang Yincheng's hand. The touch was cold with a bit of a bone: "Happy cooperation." At this time, he had long forgotten the purpose of this interview.