Shang Gang.

After receiving the call from the secretary at the front desk on the ground floor, Zhou Jia, the head of the Secretariat Department, looked a little hesitant. After hanging up the phone, he dialed the internal line of the chairman's office.

"Shang Lao, Mr. He, Chairman of Puhua, is here to visit!"

Zhou Jia held his breath when he finished saying this. The depressing atmosphere during this period made every Shangang employee feel uneasy. Everyone was thinking that this might be the calm before the storm at Shangang. They

They didn't even dare to read newspapers or watch the news anymore. Too many negative influences made them smell the coming doomsday.

There was some hesitation on the phone, but finally a dull voice sounded, "Please come in!"

Zhou Jia thought that Shang Lao would just kick him out, because Shang Steel and Puhua have been rivals for decades, and their rankings have always been neck-and-neck. Some time ago, Shang Steel's reputation increased greatly, and after the quality crisis, it hit a new sales high, and its credibility also increased.

It has rebounded, but now, the number one position has fallen to Puhua.

When He Puhua went upstairs, the door of Chairman Shang Gang's office was wide open. He Puhua walked to the door and glanced inside. When he saw Shang Zuoming sitting inside drinking tea, he laughed and said, "We're here just in time. Let's go together."

Let’s have tea!”

Zhou Jia, who was leading the way, hurriedly went to get a new teacup. He Puhua asked his secretary to wait outside, and he walked straight in, walking briskly. For a person who is almost seventy years old like him, this pace is like that of someone who exercises regularly. He is energetic.

My body and posture are both in good condition, but I have overused my brain and become bald. The center of my head is bald and looks shiny.

"You don't mind!" He Puhua walked straight over and sat down. He looked at Shang Zuoming, who was sitting on the sofa opposite without saying a word. He took the tea handed over by his secretary Zhou Jia, sniffed it, and nodded.

The tea is pretty good!

Zhou Jia, who came in to deliver tea, wanted to compare Mr. He's pleasant expression with his boss's gloomy face. The brighter one smiled, the darker the other's face became.

"When I first came up, I met the beautiful Xu Mao before going downstairs. Lao Shang, I came at the right time, right?" He Puhua's smile was like a spring flower in March, which was particularly dazzling to the eyes.

Shang Zuoming drank the tea in his hand quietly, his gloomy eyes fixed on He Puhua's smile, condensing into the shape of a needle.

However, He Puhua tapped Erlang's legs and put his hands on the armrest of the sofa to beat the time. He slowly put away his smile and pretended to be thoughtful and said: "I remember ten years ago, when your son was still sober and your grandson was still trying to live up to his ambitions.

, what did you say when Puhua was still being trampled under your feet? Oh, you said so many unpleasant things that I can’t even remember them for a while, but I think there is one sentence that is quite right.

Now, that is 'Thirty Years in Hedong and Thirty Years in Hexi', and now Shang Gang - ha!"

"He Puhua!" Shang Zuoming squeezed the cup in his hand, his expression extremely ugly. It seemed that if He Puhua used words to provoke him again in the next second, he would probably smash the tea cup in his hand!

He Puhua's expression remained unchanged and he sneered, "In terms of ability, that's all you are. Without Shang Qingwen, you, Shang Gang, are like a piece of loose sand. As soon as your drama of changing generals on the battlefield came out, I became anxious for Shang Gang. I really want to say

In a word, your head was caught by the door, right?"

Shang Zuoming's chest began to rise and fall violently. After fighting with He Puhua for so many years, the two of them would quarrel when they met, and their words were either armed with guns or sticks, or they were sarcastic. No one could take advantage of the other, and this continued.

How many years has it been? It started thirty-two years ago!

"Are you done? Get out of here when you're done!" Shang Zuoming slammed the tea cup in his hand on the coffee table with a bang, and the water in the cup overflowed due to the force of his hand.

"Oh, you're angry? The time for dancing hasn't come yet, why are you angry?" He Puhua snorted twice and looked at the door, "Those outside the door, come in!" The Puhua assistant who was standing at the door hurriedly walked

He walked in and handed a piece of information wrapped in brown paper into He Puhua's hands. He Puhua put the information on the coffee table.

"For the sake of the fact that we have disliked each other for thirty-two years, the price I offered was twice the price Wanmei gave. I didn't add insult to injury. I just wanted to tell you that if you delay for one more day, Shang Gang

The value will only double and then it will really be worthless!”

After He Puhua finished speaking, he looked at the green-faced Shang Zuoming, turned around and walked out of the office door, leaving the words "Contact me as soon as I think about it!" On the ground floor of the office building of Shanggang Group, He Puhua got into the special car and looked at it dullly.

Glancing at the hall, the assistant chuckled and said, "Chairman, aren't you happy?"

Puhua and Shang Gang have been fighting for so many years, and this is the first time they see Shang Gang being defeated. Everyone in the industry is saying that the happiest person is He Puhua. From now on, Puhua will be the boss of the steel industry in City D, and his status cannot be tolerated.

Doubtful, but looking at He Puhua's slightly frowning eyebrows, he seemed a little unhappy.

He Puhua turned his gaze back and sighed, "A market without rivals loses the fun of competition, and victory is achieved without force!"

The assistant was surprised, could this be the sympathy born out of more than thirty years of fighting?

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At this time, Wan Mei, a high-end office building temporarily rented in City D, heard footsteps outside the quiet studio corridor. Su Mo, dressed in professional attire, followed Xu Maocai closely and asked his assistant to bring two cups of coffee into the office.

As soon as the office door closed, the curtains were drawn.

Xu Maocai sat on the office chair and raised his eyes to look at Su Mo critically, "It seems you haven't finished your work yet!"

Su Mo frowned slightly, and there was a knock on the office door. The secretary who came in brought two cups of coffee and closed the office door tightly.

"Mr. Xu, I don't know what that old guy is thinking, but it won't be good for Shang Gang to drag it on like this. Maybe our price will be even lower!" Su Mo was heartbroken by Xu Maocai's look.

Trembling, the one-month deadline is almost over again. Seeing the time passing by day by day, she is also anxious and feels unbearable every day.

As long as Shang Gang's old man doesn't relent, Wan Mei won't be able to capture Shang Gang, and she won't have the chance to leave!

The situation was much slower than she expected, as if it had entered a confrontation period.

Xu Maocai lit a cigarette and took a puff. He squinted his eyes slightly in the smoke, "It's because you didn't work hard enough. The attitudes of the senior executives at Shang Gang are inconsistent. You have to work harder. Well, Su Mo, do you understand?

?”

There was a slight change in Su Mo's face, but she concealed it well. She seemed to be hesitant, but finally nodded, "Mr. Xu, I understand!"

Xu Maocai held the cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Su Mo, curled his lips, and showed an unpredictable smile, "Did you see the news about Shang Qingwen's divorce published in the newspaper? That's it.

Your motivation to do things!”

Su Mo's shoulders moved slightly, but she didn't answer. When she raised her face, her eyes were much calmer than before, "Mr. Xu, I'm going out to do something!"

Xu Maocai looked at her leaving figure and chuckled, um, yes, this is motivation!

Su Mo came out of the office and returned to her office. Her face was slightly pale. She made an internal call and called Xiaowen in. When Xiaowen saw that her face was not looking good, she quickly poured her a glass of warm wine.

Pass the boiling water over.

"Have you bought the medicine I asked you to buy yesterday?" Su Mo took the water and stretched out her hand to press her lower abdomen. The dull pain in her lower abdomen made her face look a little pale. There were bursts of pain inside, as if she had been hit by something.

It's like stirring.

Xiaowen quickly took out the medicine from her bag and handed it over. She watched with some worry as Su Mo tore open the medicine and swallowed it without looking. She whispered: "Sister Su, don't take too much of this medicine."

Yes, this is the third time you’ve eaten it this month!”

Xiaowen bought Su Mo emergency medicine. This was the third time this month! Why didn't she care about her body at all?

Su Mo, who gulped down half a cup of warm water, lay on the sofa, took a breath, and held her aching stomach. She ignored Xiaowen and asked Xiaowen about her work. When she heard Xiaowen

It was said that a certain senior executive of Shang Steel had an excuse to cancel tonight's appointment. She squeezed the cup in her hand tightly and her eyes darkened, md, I want to burn down the bridge!

The old / beast / / student last night made her stomach hurt now. She originally thought that there would be a result today, but now she has a lot of excuses, and she obviously doesn't want to admit it!

Su Mo put the water glass in her hand heavily on the coffee table, her eyes became cold, and when she spoke again, the corners of her lips were cold, "Contact him again and tell him if he wants their boss to see those things."

I don’t recommend sacrificing a limited-rated action movie!”

ah??

Xiaowen was stunned. To be honest, she also knew how Su Mo worked during this period, because she booked the hotel rooms. She nodded and looked at Su Mo's unbearable expression when she left the office.

, whispered: "Sister Su, you'd better go to the hospital for a checkup, and don't take that medicine anymore. You're not married yet and have children. That medicine is very bad for your health!"

Xiaowen's words were true. Like everyone in Wanmei, she knew about Su Mo's unclear relationship with Mr. Xu. There were rumors circulating in the company that Su Mo got to a high position by being infiltrated.

Oh my god, it's been several years, and it's nothing new. When she took over from her previous assistant, she was told that if she wanted to stay with Su Mo, it was best to pretend to be deaf and dumb!

She shouldn't have said these words, just because she is a woman and she really can't bear to see her ruining her body like this!

What's the use of a high position and high salary? Is it better than having a healthy body, being positive, being sunny and cheerful?

After Xiaowen finished speaking, she closed the office door, but Su Mo, who was lying on the sofa, seemed stunned. After a while, a wry smile appeared on her pale face.

A child? She will never have another child in her life!

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The night was silent. In the room with the windows closed, the only sounds being heard were the typing on the keyboard. There was a knock on the door, but it did not affect the person typing on the keyboard. Liang Peining came in with a cup of stomach-warming scented tea in his hand.

Once released.

"Sister, aren't you tired from the day?"

Liang Peining looked at Shu Ran who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in front of the computer and refused to raise her head to look at him even when she heard his voice. He stretched out his hand to rub the top of her head. This action made Shu Ran angry. When she turned her head, she became fierce.

She glared at him, with a thermometer still in her mouth, and her body instantly leaned to the side, avoiding his hand. Her eyes were obviously very dissatisfied.

Sister? Call her sister? She is two months younger than him, okay?

Liang Peining looked at Shu Ran, who looked much sloppier than during the day. His hair was a little messy and he was wearing a set of cotton pajamas. He looked like he had been working on his thesis all night before graduating from college and was being turned over by the text.

Another round of decadence, how can she still look like a royal sister during the day? Liang Peining turned around and glanced at her breasts again, his eyebrows raised high, God, this is what a doghouse looks like, um, does he want it?

Take a photo with your phone?

Liang Peining was still thinking about simply taking a picture with his mobile phone and showing it to someone. As soon as he started writing the report, this child changed completely. How did he look like a married woman? He was simply a child who had not grown up!

Liang Peining was thinking, and a hand was slapped heavily on the back of his hand. Shu Ran, who was holding a thermometer in his mouth, glared at him fiercely, pointing directly at the door, get out!

She doesn't like to be disturbed when she's writing. When her train of thought breaks down, she has to think about it again. She's often the most anxious when she's writing. She's so anxious that she wants to pull her hair out whenever she encounters trouble. Well, she knows it without looking.

, her hair must be a mess now!

Alas, if I keep pulling this off, I will be bald sooner or later!
To be continued...