The headquarters of Shifeng Group received news early in the morning that Song Yu, the only son of Chairman Song Xiaozheng, returned to China not long ago and is about to serve as president. Even the manager who can stand alone was assigned to Song Yu as an assistant to assist him in his next job.

Just after eight o'clock, the first-floor lobby was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

No one knows what the new president has, or it is better to be cautious. As the saying goes, a new official takes three fires, who can guarantee that the fire will not burn on him?

Even during the day, the ceiling lights in the hall are bright and bright, illuminating the marble floor tiles under your feet. The golden sunlight in the morning shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, laying a floor of broken gold, reflecting each other up and down.

Everyone was busy with their hands, and glanced at the revolving door from time to time, thinking that maybe the president would appear in sight in the next second.

Unfortunately, I waited for a long time, but there was still no movement in front of the door.

Song Yu is currently in the back seat of a black Bentley, with documents spread out on his knees. The passenger seat in front is Xie Yong, the right-hand assistant sent by Song Xiaozheng. I heard that he graduated from Cambridge University. After returning to China, his first job was to serve as the head of the planning department of Shifeng. He became the general manager in less than two years. Now he is only twenty-seven years old, and he can be called young and promising.

Song Yu looked at the dense texts for a long time and his eyes were a little tired, so he took off his glasses and took out a square towel from his pocket to wipe the lenses: "Mr. Song asked you to be my assistant, don't you have any objections, right?"

The second after the words fell, Xie Yong turned his head and said with a smile: "What did Mr. Song say? The Chairman trusted me and entrusted it with an important task. I should feel honored."

Song Yu did not expose his official answer, saying: "Aren't you responsible for a project before?"

Xie Yong thought for a while and said cautiously: "It's not an important project. It has been handed over to the people under his command. There will be no problem."

Song Yu nodded, put on his glasses again, folded the scarf and put it in his pocket.

Taking this opportunity, Xie Yong and he popularized some information that was not in the documents, such as the stage of the most important merger and acquisition case at present, and who are in the board of directors are difficult to deal with, and may make things difficult at the morning meeting, so that he can prepare in advance...

Xie Yong said a long sentence, paused, and found that Song Yu was still in a position. I wonder if he was listening to him, so he tried to call out: "Mr. Song?"

Song Yu raised his eyes and looked faint: "Continue."

Xie Yong then breathed a sigh of relief and continued the topic just now, including what needs to be paid attention to in the meeting later. He put forward it clearly and listed one, two or three points.

Song Yu closed the folder and listened with all his heart. From time to time, he thought of the ridiculous dream of last night. Logically speaking, his sleep quality was good, and the pictures in the dream would not be remembered so clearly, but he remembered it clearly for the first time, even the subtle expression of that dead girl seemed to be engraved in his mind.

Song Yu frowned, Xie Yong noticed it keenly, and stopped talking in time, thinking that he had said too much, which made the young master upset. He had not yet figured out Song Yu's temper and dared not be too far ahead of him.

Xie Yong thought about it and did not intend to continue nagging. Since the chairman dared to hand over all the affairs of the group headquarters to Song Yu, he must have believed in his strength, so why should he be too worried as an assistant?

He pondered for a moment and said the conclusion in a warm voice: "If Mr. Song has any questions, please ask me at any time."

Song Yu's neatly trimmed and rounded nails knocked on the cover of the folder and said thoughtfully: "I really have something to do for you."

When Xie Yong heard this, he immediately became energetic and took a stance to prepare: "Mr. Song, please tell me, I will do it for you."

The so-called emperor and minister are the emperor in the eyes of Chairman Song Xiaozheng, and he may not be favored by the new president. If he can help him do the first thing, he will naturally deepen his trust.

Thinking of this, Xie Yong was in a good mood. Unexpectedly, Song Yu said: "Go and help me find someone, named Meng Jianwan."

It sounds like a woman's name. Xie Yong tried hard to search in his mind, but still had no impression, and ruled out that she was an important partner of Shifeng: "Who is Meng Jianwan?"

Song Yu passed it over without any slightest look. Xie Yong understood it and said that he was talking too much: "Okay, I understand, I'll check it later."

At 8:45, the cleaning staff sprinkled water in front of the lobby on the first floor to ensure that the car will not raise dust when parked here.

As soon as the cleaning staff was holding the tools and preparing to evacuate, a black car slowly came into sight.

The lobby manager also saw it and waved to everyone to prepare. All the staff stood neatly in two rows within half a minute.

The car parked steadily at the door. The driver got out of the car and opened the door in the back seat. Song Yu bowed and handed the folder to Xie Yong, who had already stood beside him.

The two entered the hall one by one, and everyone raised their breath, greeted him respectfully and in an orderly manner, as if they had rehearsed countless times. In fact, they had indeed rehearsed many times to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Song Yu looked down at his wrist watch, then looked at them sideways and nodded slightly in response.

Soon, he took his assistant into the exclusive elevator. The metal door slowly closed, and the staff who were nervous all morning were able to take a breath and relax.

The female staff member was overjoyed on the spot, holding her cheeks with both hands and said, "I just took a look, but I admit that I was moved. Who would have thought that the new president was so handsome! I envy those young ladies who were run by the secretary who could work with that face every day. If it were me, I would be willing to work overtime every day!"

The girl next to him was about to mock her colleague for being superficial when she heard this, but when she thought of the new president she had just met, she felt that her colleague's words were reasonable.

The man had a handsome face, and his black eyes were hidden behind the golden-framed glasses, which lacked a sharp feeling. He clearly showed a distant aura, but he also felt a fatal tenderness.

The girl pinched her face, forcing herself to wake up from her dream, and murmured: "What an elegant vampire."

The colleague excitedly agreed: "Yes, right, I think so too!"

A group of little girls took the lead in paying attention to the president's appearance and temperament. The old guys on the top obviously paid more attention to Song Yu's ability and skills. Many people behind the scenes speculated that they didn't know if Song Xiaozheng was too confused and actually asked the cucumber egg seeds who had just graduated from college to take over the group. Isn't it just that after drinking foreign ink for a few years, and really think that he is a business genius?

At 9:30, the meeting began on time. Sure enough, a few people were unwilling to accept it, and they kept talking and talking. The meaning inside and outside was that Song Yu was too young and could not bear the heavy responsibility.

Song Yu listened quietly to their sarcasm, thinking that I can't cure Meng Jianwan, but I can't cure you?

After they finished speaking, Song Yu held his hands on the table and said: "Director Zheng, in the case of the acquisition of Jiangxing a month ago, the group lost three points of profit due to your decision-making mistake. Manager Wu, if I remember correctly, the overseas cooperation is currently connected by you. You took the partner to be inspected abroad to eat and drink in the imperial capital for a week, but they failed to let the other party agree to the cooperation. Is this considered your personal dereliction of duty? And Manager Qiu, you can see the quarterly data you just reported to me, whether there are any mistakes or omissions. To put it bluntly, those who know it think it was your mistake, and those who don't know it think you have faked the data..."

Several old employees who had raised objections were criticized by Song Yu and did not dare to say a word.

Xie Yong held back his smile and completely relieved.

He admitted that he had indeed suspected that this president had finished his pheasant university abroad, like some rich second generations, and then returned to China to fool people.

The meeting lasted for most of the morning, and no one dared to act rashly in the second half. Even when Song Yu said that he was in full responsibility for the Hongke merger case, no one else spoke out against it.

Back at the president's office, Song Yu sat on a chair, pulled the tie that strangled his neck, picked up the teacup on the table, took a few sips of tea to moisten his throat, and then began to process the important documents.

Midway through, Xie Yong knocked in and handed in a document: "Mr. Song, this is all the information you want from Meng Jianwan." He paused and added, "I ordered the president's office to be arranged by someone. I don't know your preferences. If you are not satisfied with me, I will let someone decorate it."

The office is arranged very simply, with a pure white polygonal desk, and a tall bookshelves occupying one wall, which are piled with books and materials. On the other side, the reception area is a pure black coffee table sofa. The entire office is decorated in three colors: black, white and gray.

Song Yu did not raise his head and dealt with the work, and when he did not exist, Xie Yong did not disturb him again when he saw this, he filled the teacup with water and went out.

After signing a contract, Song Yu took the time to pick up the information about Meng Jianwan next to him and looked at it. At the end, he raised the corner of his lips: "It turned out to be Meng Deruila."

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Compared to Secretary Xiao Wang beside Zhou Zhou, we Secretary Xie is so awesome.
Chapter completed!