After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Yang Lan woke up. When she walked out of the office, she saw Mr. Yan sitting behind Su Liang frowning at the planning project. He was a little embarrassed. He walked forward and whispered.

"Mr. Yan, I..."

"Su Liang told me, drank a pound of liquor? This is four thousand, it should be enough, right?"

Yan Qingqing handed the four thousand yuan on the table to Yang Lan without turning her head. Liu Jiulong went out to get it at night. She knew that the total cost of the meal was a little more than three thousand, and the additional several hundred yuan was Reward Yang Lan for her efforts in the company.

Yang Lan didn't reach out to take it, Yan Qingqing threw it on the table and said calmly.

"You will be bullied wherever you go, and you will be made things difficult when you go to the finance department if you are soft and naughty. The extra money will be treated as New Year's money for Beibei as an aunt in advance. You and sister Yang Jia are both giving it to me. You should be rewarded for your work. It's not easy for you to make money, and I can't bear to fine you. I can't control myself when I get angry. I won't apologize. I understand you, and I hope you can tolerate me."

Be humble!

It's not understanding but humility. Yan Qingqing used the word in a very essential way. He was not forcing them to accept it as the general manager, but speaking as a young man. Yang Lan took a deep breath, took the money and prepared to count to five. The money was given to Su Liang and Han Qian. Su Liang shook his head at Yang Lan with sharp eyes. Yang Lan sighed again. When he turned to get the chair, he found Han Qian sleeping soundly not far away. Yang Lan's eyes were slightly twitching. Some twitching, this...

He walked forward and gently shook Han Qian's shoulders, saying softly.

"Han Qian. Han Qian."

"Director Yang, please ignore him. What do you want to eat? There will only be takeout for now. When things are over tomorrow, regardless of success or failure, I will invite you to dinner. If it succeeds, Han Qian will be there. If it fails, he will be in my trunk."

As soon as Liu Jiulong said this, the pen in his hand fell to the ground. Yang Lan looked slightly embarrassed and whispered.

"Mr. Yan...not hungry..."

"If you're not hungry, these two grown men are still hungry. Deputy Director Liu, you know the people in the General Department. Four portions are enough."

Liu Jiulong nodded, and then asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Yan doesn't want to eat?"

Yang Lan strode forward and slapped Liu Jiulong on the shoulder. Didn't you see that Yan was always angry with Han Qian? Ordered for five people.

The food was delivered by the security guard downstairs. Yan Qingqing threw the two bottles of takeaway drinks to the young security guard. Han Qian woke up as soon as the hot stir-fry was opened. He shamelessly dragged his chair forward. He reached for the lunch box, then quickly pulled his hand back the next second, inserting a sharp chopstick into the lid of the lunch box.

Han Qian was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Yan Qingqing stared at Han Qian coldly.

"You are sleeping while we are busy? Do you still have the nerve to eat?"

"Mr. Yan, please calm down. Han Qian, please stop staring. Eat, eat. Don't go back to sleep after eating."

Yang Lan opened his mouth to smooth things over, and Yan Qingqing snorted coldly. They were very quiet while eating. This was also the first time they had eaten at the same table as Mr. Yan. Yang Lan had not eaten for almost ten hours and was already hungry. Su Liang After a busy night, a box of rice was eaten quickly. Han Qian gave the other half of the rice to Su Liang, then looked at Yan Qingqing, who had already put down the lunch box, and said softly.

"Mr. Yan, have you finished eating?"

"blind?"

"Oh! Then I'll eat it."

Without even thinking about it, Han Qian took Yan Qingqing's lunch box under the astonished gazes of the four people, and put the other half of the untouched rice into his own lunch box. Yang Lan was shocked, Liu Jiulong's eyes widened, and Su Liang He looked at Han Qian with admiration.

No matter how calm Yan Qingqing was, she felt slightly unnatural.

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Han Qian didn't take it to heart. He was really hungry. Besides, Yan Qingqing didn't touch half of it. She picked up some food and slid her chair to Su Liang's computer. Looking at the renderings being rendered, Han Qian ate. He took a mouthful of rice and mumbled.

"It's almost the same as I imagined. You don't need to touch this one. Remember not to leave any windows during the outdoor scene. The rendering is just a thing to increase the convincingness. It's not very important. You can hand this to Brother Liu later. Write down what I told you, and by the way, mark the nearby bus stops and the like."

Su Liang nodded, and Han Qian continued.

"Sister Yang may want to trouble you. I'm going to teach you a piece of rhetoric. Remember to memorize it. If you can't memorize it, just print it out and read it out. It may be useful, maybe not. It's probably used to persuade senior executives to attract investment. As expected, Manager Li of Fenghua Decoration went back tonight and told his friends that he was going to become a building materials agent. This stuff is done by people who are familiar with decoration. Another thing is that I don’t quite understand the current rental prices of goods. How much is it, Sister Yang, please trouble you."

"good!"

Yang Lan started to prepare. Su Liang and Liu Jiulong also returned to the computer to prepare for his work. Liu Jiulong smiled at Han Qian.

"You look unreliable. It seems like that after dinner. I want to see if I despise you."

Han Qian smiled and stretched out his hand to Yan Qingqing. Yan Qingqing gritted her teeth and took out two packs of Chinese soft drinks in her bag and handed them to Han Qian. Then the other three were stunned again. Why didn't Han Qian regard Mr. Yan as his boss? What does it look like? Han Qian threw Soft China to Liu Jiulong and smiled.

"Believe me."

Yan Qingqing looked at Han Qian coldly and frowned.

"You ask them to do something, and what do you do? Continue to sleep?"

"I'm not going to sleep anymore. I can't fall asleep even if I wake up. I want to calm down my brain. All planning must be coordinated with renderings and dictation. This also avoids mistakes in writing and copywriting being caught by others. By the way! Mr. Yan Let me ask you something, is Sun Ya from the public relations department very good?"

"With some tricks, he has cultivated a group of handsome men and beauties, who are considered minor heroes of the company."

"If I slap them both, I'll be in so much trouble."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Lan quickly spoke to stop Han Qian. Han Qian stretched out his hand to signal Sister Yang not to speak. He was looking at Yan Qingqing.

Yan Qingqing frowned and said softly.

"The public relations department is not within the scope of my management. If you slap him twice now, Gao Fuli may punish you. If you want to vent your anger on Yang Lan, this plan is a perfect success. I am not just talking about passing it, but you will also be beaten when the time comes." I just beat her up, I don’t like this coquettish woman very much.”

"Compared to you, the little fox didn't meet Su Daji?"

"Han Qian, do you want to fight? My sister is too lazy to talk to you now. You'd better pray that your plan will succeed and embarrass me. I will find a way to kill you."

Han Qian smiled, glanced at the antique, and then smiled.

"Four o'clock. Go to bed no matter whether you are finished or not. The meeting must be at ten o'clock no matter what. I said it for Mr. Yan."

Han Qian has absolute confidence in himself.

Then he asked whether he wanted to wash his shirt and asked if he needed help. Su Liang took off his shirt and threw it to Han Qian.

"Brother Qian'er, remember to clean up. This is my first time for a high-level meeting."