After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

Chapter 127 Don't Mind, Mr. Song

"You don't know how busy the exhibition hall project has been recently. I had to secretly knit scarves in the office, and Duan Zuo found out several times."

Yi Zongyou touched the soft scarf and asked, "What will happen if I'm discovered?"

"Of course my salary was deducted." He muttered, "I don't know where Duan Zuo took my money."

"Resign and come to Wanxie, and I will allocate company shares to you directly." Yi Zong lobbied.

Yu Jing looked at the wealthy man and was stunned for a moment before speaking.

“Can this be drawn casually?”

"Well, what's mine is yours." Yi Zongyu drove the car, "How about coming to Wanxie to be my secretary."

"What about Han Ning?"

Yu Jing had no intention of changing jobs, but he still wanted to care about Han Ning's future.

"Quit."

"How can you do this?" Yu Jing said seriously, "This is called getting tired of the old and loving the new."

Yi Zongyu's mouth curled up and he continued to tease him.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Oh." Yu Jing bit the straw and looked out the window, "Will you do the same to me?"

"How can I bear it?"

The man took his hand and squeezed it, then rubbed his fingertips into his palm and interlocked their fingers.

Yi Zongyu did not tell him about the follow-up treatment and surgery. Although Yu Jing had not taken any medicine during this period, he tried not to mention such risky things.

He could see that Yu Jing was deliberately concealing his illness.

According to the information Han Ning found, the frequency of taking medicine has decreased a lot in the past year. With him around, Yu Jing's sleep quality has also improved, and he rarely has nightmares at night.

Therefore, as long as Yu Jing's physical condition gradually improved, he could hide it if he wanted to. All he had to do was to accompany him as much as possible and double up on the emotional support he lacked.

The two days when Yi Zongyu went to New York for a follow-up visit coincided with the launch of the digital exhibition hall project jointly organized by Mingcheng and Wanxie.

Businessmen generally pay attention to good luck, so for such large projects, they will find a knowledgeable person to calculate an auspicious date in advance. Some bosses will even ask for blessings from minor gods, and finally hold a big banquet to pray for good luck.

The banquet venue is not far from Mingcheng. Many local government chambers of commerce and corporate managers in Beijing will be present. This is undoubtedly the best scene to attract investment opportunities.

Duan Zuo was able to play both sides of the game. Since Yi Zongyu was not there, he, as the other project leader, could not leave his seat for even a moment.

Yu Jing chose a glass of cherry wine with a very low alcohol content. Looking at Duan Zuo's stiff smiling face, he couldn't help but sigh that being a boss is really hard.

"My legs are about to break from running, and you are still here tasting wine." Duan Zuo was indignant.

"With great power comes great responsibility." Yu Jing muttered, "After all, I don't have the power to deduct your salary."

"..."

Duan Zuo hissed, "You'll remember this for the rest of your life if I deduct three hundred yuan from you."

Yu Jing: “Yes.”

"Poor bastard." Duan Zuo said disdainfully, "What has Yi Zongyou been doing these past two days?"

"I don't know." Yu Jing blinked and pretended to be stupid.

"Bullshit." Duan Zuo said, "You two are definitely in love. Chen Ce told me everything."

"Then go ask Chen Ce." Yu Jing took a sip of cherry wine.

"you really……"

"Boss Duan."

A voice sounded behind them and they both turned around.

The man looked to be about fifty years old, with a shrewd look on his face that was unique to middle-aged people.

Although he was greeting Duan Zuo, his naked eyes were always on Yu Jing.

Yu Jing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, but considering the occasion, he still smiled politely.

After seeing the person coming, Duan Zuo's mouth was so happy that it wanted to smile to the sky. He hurriedly took the wine from the waiter.

"Oh my Mr. Song, I don't deserve you to call me boss."

Song Chengyi laughed, "Everyone knows that Mingcheng has been a dark horse in recent years. You are too modest."

The two men clinked glasses and drank. Duan Zuo was smarter than a devil and could see the meaning in Song Chengyi's eyes.

This man is still a playboy at his age, and he specifically targets young and delicate male college students to cause trouble.

If the other party agrees, he will give them some money to support them, and sell them when they get tired of them. If they don't agree, Song Chengyi has plenty of despicable means.

But this man is like a wolf herding sheep in the business world. He has a large family, a huge business, and a very high status, so it is not easy to offend him.

Duan Zuo casually touched Yu Jing's arm, motioning him to go first.

Before Yu Jing even lifted his feet, Song Chengyi raised his glass as if to force him to stay.

"Who is this?"

"Mingcheng's designer, Yu Jing." Duan Zuo introduced with a smile, "He just returned to China this year."

"Or I would say he looks unfamiliar."

Song Chengyi also laughed and took a glass of stronger wine from the waiter and handed it to Yu Jing.

"So you're from Mingcheng, so we still have many opportunities to meet each other."

Yu Jing looked at the wine the other party handed over, which was a high-proof rum.

It would be impossible for me to refuse someone who even Duan Zuo had to bow to.

He took it, clinked glasses with Song Chengyi, and took a sip very lightly.

I just wanted to show some respect, but who knew Song Chengyi would start to feel embarrassed because of this, "Designer Yu is not willing to give Song face."

"Mr. Song, please don't mind." Duan Zuo spoke at the right time.

"He seldom attends banquets, so how can he understand these rules? So, I'll drink for him and apologize to you."

Duan Zuo was about to raise his glass when he spoke, and Song Chengyi raised his hand, smiling elegantly but with an unquestionable tone.

"I want to buy Designer Yu a drink."

The smile on Duan Zuo's face froze for a moment, which seemed like he was trying to control someone.

Song Seung-eui's usual style.

Yu Jing felt that the wine glass in his hand was a little hot. The wine boy probably understood what Song Chengyi meant, so the amount of rum was fuller than usual.

It was really difficult for him to drink such a concentration.