Mr. Dior

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"You can spawn twenty eggs at a time?" Jiao Qi was confused, grabbed a small ball and threw it to the ground. "Well, who wants to play spawn play!"

Zhang Chenxuan clamped the three that had not been thrown between the fingers, hugged the tantrum Xiaojiao's wife, and softly coaxed in his ear: "Do you really dislike it?"

"..."

Waking up the next day, it was already 9.30, which was more than work time. Jiao Qi rubbed his eyes, his arm hit the wireless remote control next to the pillow, and the memory of last night surged like a tide, instantly dipping a handsome face.

Although I didn't play spawning, I was also frustrated by those three little things, and someone who was not eating for a few days was so excited that Jiao Qi almost died early on the water bed.

Struggling to try to get up, an arm was stretched out from behind, and he pulled him back around, slamming into the warm arms of the old attacker. Shaggy head arched around his neck, Jiao Qi felt itchy and raised his elbow to slap him: "Don't make trouble, get up to work, huh ..." Then he couldn't help but yawn.

Zhang Chenxu stood up and kissed Xiaojiao's wife, "Are you satisfied with my performance last night?"

Xiaojiao's wife refused to answer this question.

"Not happy? Let's continue."

"satisfaction!"

Mr. Jiao's decisive answer gave Mr. Dior a great encouragement. He massaged Xiaojiao's wife with a beautiful back, dutifully provided after-sales service, and made false propaganda like the younger hairdresser who promoted the card: "In the end, if you don't ask me to stop, you can come again."

Jiao Qi was lying on his back and couldn't raise his hands, so he bent his legs and rubbed his hips with his heels.

The full-and-sufficient half-slinger masseuse is not afraid of being beaten. After pressing it with his unprofessional technique, he grabbed the guest who tried to escape the order: "Did you forget something?"

"What?" Jiao Qi glanced at him obliquely.

Zhang Chen punched his fist, which seemed a bit difficult to open his teeth, but thinking about it as his due labor income, he was furious again: "Funding!"

Jiao Qi stared at him inconceivably: "You got me on board, and I'll pay you back?"

"What's wrong? The pile driver still charges by the hour!" Zhang Chenzhang immediately told the other party that he wanted to pay the bill, and immediately asked the wage-seeking migrant worker, saying that Jiao Qi would go to his company's door and pull the banner if he didn't pay any more. .

Mr. Jiao, who was speechless, turned out a checkbook that was not used for thousands of years, and signed a check of 1,000 yuan to him.

Mr. Dior, the migrant worker who drove the pile driver, stopped and turned out his wallet and paid him four hundred yuan in cash.

"What are you doing?"

"Two hundred at a time, I don't take advantage of you." The president, who is honest in business, said seriously.

Jiao Qi's backhand was a slap, leaving a red five-fingerprint on the strong upper arm: "Don't find it, calculate your medical expenses for work injury."

Previously, because Zhang Chenxuan insisted that Xiaojiao's wife was a mermaid, he took him to swim every day after work. After exercising for a period of time, Jiao Qi's physical strength did improve a bit. I was so frustrated last night. Although I was still very tired, I didn't feel like I couldn't lift my fingers. Taking a night's rest didn't affect my work.

Missing the rush to work, all the way. The square in front of the Bajiao Building is deserted, and the employees are basically already on the job. Only the late boss has just been attacked.

Jiao Qi got out of the car, was dragged by Zhang Chenxuan and punched a card, staring at him and stepping quickly into the building. As soon as they stepped into the president's office, the three directors rushed in to report the work.

Plantain video and plantain live broadcast are two sets of management systems. Earlier, because Basho Live was just on the road, some departments were models where the director reported directly to the president. In the past, Jiaoqi worked for a long time and was able to handle it completely. Now that working hours have shrunk again and again, I just realized that this was not reasonable.

After dealing with urgent matters, they called several vice presidents over and had a high-level meeting.

"Basho Broadcasting has been getting more and more business recently. I consider setting up another vice president position. Afterwards, these departments will report to the vice president first." Jiao Qi pointed to several departments on the screen. "What do you guys recommend? ?"

"The trajectory of personnel and the small operation of the operation are all good."

"The one in the market is also OK. This year's business development is particularly good."

Hearing that the president is finally willing to reduce the burden, the vice presidents who always have to follow the president to work overtime are very active, seriously discuss the candidates, there is no panic about being decentralized.

While talking, Jiao Qi's phone rang suddenly. During a meeting, Jiao Xi usually presses the phone. However, I have been attacking the disease lately, and I am afraid that there will be something wrong with him. I begged several vice presidents to continue the discussion and open the headset mode to use the built-in phone directly.

"Something?"

"Well, I forgot to tell you that you stuffed something in your pocket when you punched in. If you want it during work, use that. Don't look for other men, you know?" The low magnetic voice, carrying Somewhat pleasant smile.

Jiao Qi touched the pocket of his pants with an expressionless expression, felt a round object, his forehead suddenly stretched his blue tendons, and took a deep breath: "It's nothing important, I'll hang up first, and I'm in a meeting."

"Eh? A meeting?" Zhang Chenzheng suddenly excited, "Would you like to try it? I'll use the excuse to go to the toilet and put it in. This thing tied my brain and can be controlled remotely."

As soon as the voice fell, the little thing in his pocket shocked, and Jiao Qi almost jumped in shock. I hung up the phone directly, used the excuse to go to the bathroom, and threw the little ball into the trash.

"Isn't Louis XIV a child mode? Why is this feature?" Jiao Qi gritted his teeth and asked Annie.

Annie retrieved it: this toy is equipped with a remote control car virtual controller and is not restricted. This app is not suitable for children. Do you need to report it?

"Report."

Shi Jie Technology President's Office.

I still don't know that my toy remote control has been reported by Brother Annie. The president happily guards the interface and waits for the young master's reply.

"President?" The secretary came in and whispered a reminder of the slightly wry smile of his president.

Zhang Chen immediately smiled and looked up at the secretary: "What's the matter?"

"Confirm with you whether tomorrow's new product launch will be attended." Tomorrow is the concept release of the new version of "Sea Blue Fish". The game is not ready yet. Let's warm up and see the market reaction.

The handsome game cooperates with Shijie Technology. This matter has attracted much attention and many media will come. Considering the two days of lace news, I am not sure whether the president will still participate, and we need to confirm again.

"Certainly participate," Zhang Chenzheng said positively.

This is his first game after bankruptcy, and the key to his resurgence. He must not be absent.

After confirming attendance, personnel on both sides need to check the process with each other. It didn't take long for Li handsome to send a message.

[Lee is not handsome: I will wear Armani's show gray plaid suit tomorrow, let's not hit the shirt. 】

Show models ... suits ...

The distressed Mr. Dior remembered that he didn't have the money to buy a high-end suit, what would happen at the press conference tomorrow?

Take the check from the wallet in the morning and let the secretary go to the bank to cash it.

"Are you sure?" The secretary looked at the poor three zeros in front of the decimal point. "You need cash now, and I can get you some first."

"Come out, I'm going to buy new clothes." Zhang Chenyi said firmly.

One thousand is enough to buy you a button? The secretary was puzzled. After looking at the check again, he found the handsome signature underneath-Jiao Qi.

It turned out that Mr. Jiao gave pocket money! The secretary, who thought the president was crazy, was blinded by the show's loving behavior. Go downstairs to the ATM to get a thousand pieces to the president, and the check will be kept first. Maybe the president will regret it later, and want to collect the signature check of President Jiao.

Zhang Chenzhang was pinching the thin stack of banknotes. Gray boy can never become a prince without a dress. After receiving Jiao Qi from work, took him directly to the luxury store and tried a suit.

"Why did you suddenly think of buying clothes?" There were still a few new ones in the house that weren't worn. Jiao Qi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and was surprised to see the guy picking him up. Zhang Dayu often bought him things, but he didn't have the patience to pick clothes for himself.

"There will be a press conference tomorrow." Zhang Chenzhang stepped out of the fitting room and stood under the spotlight to show Jiao Qi.

He is tall and often exercises. Zhang Chenzheng's figure is almost impeccable, especially in a suit. The close-fitting tailoring design and low-key detail decoration, taking advantage of the mature and steady temperament of the President, are beautiful and impeccable.

Jiao Qi, who was careless at first, supported his chin with one hand, and looked up and down slightly, and suddenly realized a certain kind of fun: "Buy it."

The clerk nodded with a smile.

Zhang Chenxian frowned, asked the price, and said for a moment: "Can this dress be rented?"

"Rent?" The clerk froze for a moment and quickly responded, "Mr. Zhang, you are our senior VIP and can borrow it."

Chang Chenzhang always came to this store to buy gifts for Xiaojiao's wife, and never walked away after buying them. This is the first time he said that he would borrow them.

Hearing that he could borrow, Zhang Chenxuan was relieved. Jiao Qi, who was sitting on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, and handed it with a black card between his fingers: "Buy it, swipe my card."

Little Master has swiped him! Zhang Chenzhang stood still, humiliating and happy for a while.

The clerk took the black card silently and tried to be polite without exaggerating the smile. The husbands and wives really play ...

"Well, President Zhang, it's rare to meet you at this time and buy gifts for Xiaojiao's wife?" President Wang, the plastic brother of the nightclub, came in with a beautiful woman with a strong makeup and greeted Zhang Chenyi.

"Isn't President Wang chasing attorney Xiao?" Jiao Qi stood up, took the cards and bags handed by the clerk, and smiled at President Wang with a smile.

"The sister-in-law is also here, hahaha." President Wang smiled awkwardly.

Zhang Chen glanced at Mr. Wang and pulled Xiaojiao's wife away quickly: "He is about to go bankrupt. He is relatively weak, ignore him." He was unlucky enough and didn't want to talk to people with bad luck.

"Ah?" Jiao Qi did not respond, and was dragged away by the old attacker.

President Wang's face twitched, and the beauty next to him looked wrong.

"Mr. Wang, why are you ... going bankrupt?"

"It's probably getting colder."