Speaking of last fall, a century-old factory married a wealthy and beautiful European company, which was a hot topic in Shengjing's corporate circle.

But after this grand acquisition, will the white and rich beauty who married her family be dissatisfied with the local conditions? Whether it is a white and rich beauty or a Cinderella, it is like a person who knows how to drink water. As a young designer in the design institute, Liu Ming’s only feeling about this is that the pace of work is fast, and the expressions of the leaders of the institute are cold every time they come back from the meeting of the general factory.

After finding out the situation of the design institute, Liu Ming began to plan his next step. However, Liu Ming, who is familiar with the rules in the factory, knew that even if he left, he had to pay attention to an opportunity. He did not report and could transfer the factory at will.

After receiving an email from Silva before Christmas, the establishment of the new company S.L.K. did not attract any peers' attention. According to Liu Ming's strategy, Silva used some previous resources to provide consulting services in some small Eastern European countries. Due to the reasonable quotation, several state-owned holding companies in small Eastern European countries have shown interest in the business of S.L.K.

At noon that day, Liu Ming was asked by Bi Chuchu, Wang Xufeng and Lu Zhan to play table tennis in the multi-purpose hall on the top floor of the Design Institute. As a purely number-making contestant, this is the first time that Liu Ming came up to see the big scene.

The multi-functional hall with two design halls has long been transformed into a table tennis training camp, with more than ten standard tables placed horizontally and vertically. As soon as the lunch break was approaching, more than a half of the tables were already crackling.

Liu Ming couldn't help but sigh that this table tennis is truly the second most popular sport in China after mahjong.

The young people looked at the players in front of them with all professional sports vests and shorts, plus thin arms and legs, and were mixed with several older deans, who were hunched over and stood in front of the ball table with their backs, which was very admirable.

Liu Ming turned around and asked inappropriately, "By the way, our hospital, where did we get the tug-of-war competition a few days ago?"

Bi Chuchu glanced at Liu Ming and said, "You still need to ask, No. 31!"

"How many teams are there in total?"

"32 teams, the group office team was unable to gather ten men to abandon the competition, ranking 32nd!"

"Okay, okay, don't mention the barbarian sports. If you see, table tennis is the traditional project of the design institute. Chinese people should play national football!" Wang Xufeng, who seemed to be affected by some bad memories, shook his head and turned the tilt straight.

"Hey! Old Liu, don't go there, don't know what's going on?" Lu Zhan hurriedly reminded Liu Ming when he saw that he walked towards the ball table with many people.

"Yeah? What's the situation?"

"There are cases of masters and masters over there. In this situation, we have to go to the novice area here. Don't sway, hurry up and occupy the venue. There will be no place here later!" Wang Xufeng explained, looking vigilantly at the "sports" who kept pouring in from the gate.

After watching Bi Chuchu and Wang Xufeng play for a while, Liu Ming then figured out why he wanted to pull Lu Zhan and him up. If the one who took over was not his own, they might have to play one game, and then they were pushed down by a large group of substitutes.

Liu Ming also found that Bi Chuchu's skills were very good. He even won more and lost less when he was against Wang Xufeng, who was tall and strong. At this time, most of the contestants who came to the evening went to the master venue to watch and learn skills. Because of Bi Chuchu's outstanding performance, it attracted the attention of many viewers.

The multi-functional hall gradually began to be crowded. Lu Zhan walked around the master game and whispered to Liu Ming: "I found that we Chinese are really hypocritical. We obviously have a close sensation in football skills, but we are still humble in the face of Liu Guoliang for several months and are unfamiliar."

Liu Ming glanced at Lu Zhan and whispered: "Why would you say that the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation are modest? Could it be that you have to wear a B before the game and be slapped in the face after the game?"

At this time, another cheer broke out from the master area. Liu Mingxun looked at the stage with the most onlookers. A tall middle-aged man was waiting for the opponent to pull and pull, and he only used the straight board to push and block left and right, but he actually played the same game as his opponent, which was difficult to distinguish. In the end, he won the game because of the opponent's pulling ball from the net.

"It seems that this uncle is the legendary master?" Liu Ming, who didn't understand the ball very much, asked Lu Zhan curiously.

"This is not a master, but a leader..." Lu Zhan said seriously.

"Ahem! What did you say just now?"

"I said he is the leader."

"No, the previous sentence."

"Fore, front...we Chinese are really hypocritical?"

"Yes, it's so hypocritical! Well!" Liu Ming nodded vigorously.

"What are you two muttering?" Bi Chuchu, who had just passed the football acupuncture, walked over and asked with a blush on his face.

"We are discussing whether Great China has more excellent quality or more bad quality." Liu Ming replied with a smile.

"Have you heard it?" Wang Xufeng said mysteriously while fanning the ball uniform.

"Get out!" "Damn it, it's really a bit bad." Liu Ming couldn't stand this guy's deliberate behavior and cursed angrily.

"If you have any farts, please let it go!" Lu Zhan also laughed and scolded.

"The structure of the department group in the hospital may need to be adjusted, but it is still unknown when the specific time will change." Wang Xufeng said helplessly.

Liu Ming sneered: "What do I think is it? What can we do with the grassroots common people? If we adjust it, what will it have to do with us? Where is it not to draw pictures?"

"That's right," Lu Zhan continued: "When you become President Wang's place, just think about pulling all the brothers."

The leisure time at noon was coming to an end. Some of the players who were still alive just now were sweating and chatting by the windowsill, while others began to leave the multi-purpose hall in groups of three or three, and Liu Ming and others also walked out with the crowd.

Just at the entrance of the hall, they met a middle-aged man who had just been called the leader by Lu Zhan.

"Director Lu!" Wang Xufeng, a local snake, went over to say hello to the leader first.

In the design institute, there are no more than five middle-aged people who can be called the dean. Liu Ming instantly recalled in his mind that he remembered that there was indeed a Dean named Lu Di in the full-time vice president column.

"Well, Xu Feng. Is your dad very good?" Dean Lu smiled and said hello. He was obviously in a good mood to win just now.

"It's very good, Dean Lu, you played this ball so well, it's so amazing." Wang Xufeng's nice words opened his mouth.

"Hi, just perform, just perform!" Dean Lu waved his hand with a laugh.

"Vomit, hypocritical!"

"Bah! Disgusting!" The two young men behind him cursed Wang Xufeng in their hearts, and at the same time, they had a smile on their faces that were as hypocritical as Wang Xufeng.

"Are these from our conveyor room team?" Dean Lu looked at Liu Ming and the others and said.
Chapter completed!