Half an hour ago, the contract re-draft was in progress.

Zhou Lang sat next to Liu Wei, and the two began to analyze Party B's precautions. Liu Wei said: "Assistant Zhou, don't we have severe mysophobia? Look at the first one, the safe distance of five meters is

It’s not quite enough.”

Zhou Lang thought deeply for a moment and felt that what he said was very reasonable. He nodded in approval: "I think so too."

"..."

"It must be that I am not satisfied with this aspect."

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Lang began to direct Liu Wei and said with great certainty: "Come on, just change the five meters to ten meters!"

Liu Wei is also full of passion for work: "Okay!"

Then the two began to modify the contract.

However, Zhou Lang felt that, judging from the current situation, Mr. Tan seemed not satisfied...? Otherwise, why would he call him by his name so coldly?

However, Zhou Lang responded quickly after being called to his head: "Hey, Mr. Tan, please tell me."

Tan Xize's eyes shifted from the computer screen to Zhou Lang's face. There was no expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell his true emotions.

"What do you think of the revised contract?"

Zhou Lang was even more confused.

Ask him?

"Uh..." Zhou Lang hesitated for two seconds, but still insisted on what he was thinking, "I personally think there is no problem, but if you are not satisfied with anything, you can change it."

"..."

"President Tan, how about changing the safe distance to twenty meters."

"..."

"?"

There was no expression on Nishizawa's face, but he tapped his fingers on his long legs, looking thoughtful, and finally uttered two words coldly.

"Re-draft."

Zhou Lang: "..."

Liu Wei: "..."

Why did things become like this?

Zhou Lang felt that his career was encountering a huge Waterloo, and his heart was pounding. He glanced at Liu Wei and found that Liu Wei's expression was equally desperate.

So, the contract is repeated again.

The second time.

Zhou Lang is really afraid that after this re-draft, President Tan will still be dissatisfied, but he still doesn't know what is wrong with the contract.

Another twenty minutes later.

Zhou Lang put the computer on the coffee table in front of Tan Xize and carefully asked, "Mr. Tan, would you like to take a look?"

There is also a section for Party B’s attention on the screen.

With just one glance, Tan Xize withdrew his gaze and said, "Draft again."

Zhou Lang: "?"

Liu Wei: "?"

Aunt Zhao, who had been cleaning dust in the living room, couldn't stand it anymore. Although she knew it was not good to interrupt in work matters, she still couldn't help but said to Tan Xi Ze: "Why don't you tell Xiao Zhou about it?"

Zhou Lang immediately cast a grateful look at Aunt Zhao.

Thank God.

Aunt Zhao added: "It's okay if you just say no, others are not roundworms in your belly, how can they know everything!"

Regarding Aunt Zhao, Tan Xize has always been gentle and patient. He did not refute or displease what Aunt Zhao said, he just nodded.

"good."

He raised his hand and waved towards Liu Wei, "Come here."

"ah?"

Liu Wei pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Yes." Tan Xize took out a cigarette case and a matchbox, "Let me tell you, you write it."

"..."

Liu Wei thought in his heart that the nanny was awesome, and then quickly walked around the coffee table to sit next to Tan Xize, not daring to sit on the sofa.

Tan Xize gestured to him: "Sit down."

Only then did Liu Wei dare to sit down.

Even when he sat down, Liu Wei sat far away from the big boss, separated by a Milky Way, and then carefully reached out to move the laptop in front of him.

"Mr. Tan, what needs to be modified?"

Tan Xize held a cigarette in his mouth and lit a match in his hand. After the cigarette was lit, he flicked the match hand in the air and the small flame was extinguished in an instant.

"Just change the part about Party B's precautions."

"Okay, Mr. Tan, tell me."

Tan Xize took a puff from his cigarette and said slowly: "I say one word, and you write one."

Liu Wei concentrated on it, put the computer on his lap, stared at the screen, and placed his hands on the keyboard.

"Okay, Mr. Tan."

Tan Xize crossed his legs and tapped the toe hanging in the air irregularly. After a moment of silence, he said: "Article 1, during the duration of the contractual relationship, in order to ensure Party A's satisfaction, Party B must stay at Party A's

A location within five meters."

"..."

Liu Wei typed every word on the keyboard without any mistakes, and while typing, he muttered the words softly in his mouth until he reached the last sentence.

“Must stay within five meters of Party A???”

The shock in his tone was comparable to discovering a new world.

The voice rose several times.

Tan Xize raised his eyes and looked calm: "What's the problem?"

Liu Wei: "...No, no problem."

Zhou Lang was also shocked when he heard this.

What!

Within five meters???

Zhou Lang couldn't believe it at all. What he thought was an enterprise-level understanding was completely contrary to Mr. Tan's ideas.

Hmm...he might need to find another job.

Half an hour later.

At Tan Xize's request word for word, the contract was successfully re-drafted.

Zhou Lang has been standing by, and after listening to the new contract regulations, he fell into deep thought.

Is he really suitable for this job? Why not go into the factory and tighten screws? No need to use your brain.

-

In the study, Song Mi carefully revised the year-end summary one by one according to the places marked by Tan Xize. After revising, he checked it twice from beginning to end.

Before I knew it, more than an hour passed by.

There was still one-third left in the glass of peach juice at hand. Song Mi picked up the glass and was about to drink it when he heard a slight sound of the door opening above the spiral staircase.

I think someone came in, I don't know if it was Aunt Zhao or Mr. Tan.

Song Mi put down the cup, turned to look at the spiral staircase, and saw Tan Xize walking down the stairs unhurriedly. He had changed his clothes and was now wearing a white long-sleeved cotton T-shirt and black pants.

He also glanced at her and asked her: "Are you ready?"

"Okay." Song Mi nodded, "Do you want to check now?"

"Um."

Seeing him walking straight towards the desk, Song Mi consciously stood up and gave up his seat.

When Tan Xize sat down, he glanced at the peach juice next to him and calmly stretched out his hand to push it away.

He is allergic to peaches and is uncomfortable with any smell.

When Xi Ze was checking her revised year-end report, Song Mi was only concerned about one thing: "Can I guess the perfume?"
To be continued...