Chapter 105: Why Don't I Give You a Vice President Dangdang
What a joke, the contract that can be sent to Yanhan's office starts at least one billion, how can she sign it casually?
Song Xiang still had some self-awareness, so he quickly put down the contract, his pen still resting in front of Yan Han.
Sensing her silence, Yan Han opened his eyes and half-smiled, "I'll give you a chance to live like the chairman's official addiction. Aren't you happy yet?"
"I'm afraid that if you become addicted to being an official, you will also take the blame that you shouldn't bear." Song Xiang had a clear mind and would not be fooled by Yan Han.
"The heart of a villain." He smiled harshly and coldly, took out the pen from Song Xiang's hand, and signed three big characters in a flash.
Song Xiang collected the contract and sat aside, "If you're done eating, I'll leave first."
"Did I let you go?" He looked at her with stern and cold eyes.
Song Xiang stopped moving, not knowing why.
Yan Han glanced behind him and said in a commanding tone, "Bring all the piles on the table and read."
Song Xiang glanced at the clock on the wall and was a little unhappy, "I have something to do at the company this afternoon, and your documents are very important, so it's best..."
Yan Han interrupted her impatiently, "I'll give you half a day off. Stop talking and go get it."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, really wanting to cover all the unfinished Master Kang in front of him.
Yan Han raised his head and noticed the displeased look in her eyes. He couldn't help but sneered, showing his sharp white teeth, "You still have the nerve to be pretentious? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been called to the old house last night to listen to those idiots.
Four hours of nonsense and getting up early in the morning to deal with the interim board of directors."
Song Xiang took a deep breath, "Miss Yan provoked me!"
Yan Yanhan looked at her sideways, with a nonchalant attitude, "Why doesn't she provoke other cats and dogs, but she can't get along with you?"
Song Xiang risked his life and retorted directly: "How can I know what's wrong with your Yan family?"
His face was stern and cold, "What did you say?"
Song Xiang spoke out, and when she faced Yan Han's dark pupils, she felt scared again, and the words she had blurted out were stuck in her throat again.
She stood up suddenly and said aggressively, "I..."
Yan Han stared at her to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.
Song Xiang clenched his fists and spoke forcefully: "I'll get the documents!"
Yan Han was sprayed with saliva on his face and closed his eyes subconsciously.
"Song Xiang!"
Song Xiang deliberately pretended not to see it, trotted to get the documents, held a high pile and placed it in front of Yan Han, completely blocking eye contact between the two.
She sat down, and Yan Han could basically only see the top of her head.
"I'm starting to read, please listen."
Yan Han had no expression on his face, wiping the saliva on his face with a tissue. He could imagine the pride on the dead woman's face through the mountain of documents.
Song Xiang's soft voice sounded from the opposite side, with clear enunciation and clear key points, clearly showing his years of secretarial skills.
After reading one copy, she would make suggestions. If even she felt that she couldn't sign it, she might as well just not read it.
Yan Han closed his eyes. Even though Huo Da, this damn woman, was teasing him, he still felt a lot more relaxed.
He just leaned on it and shouted stop when he heard any doubts. If he couldn't pass, he would pass directly. If he could pass, he would sign directly.
One after another, the small mountain of documents was soon razed to the ground.
Song Xiang's mouth was dry and he wanted to get up to drink water. He said coldly and coldly: "Don't you want some noodle soup? One hundred thousand yuan for a portion."
Song Xiang: "..."
Shit!
She didn't agree with him, so she got up to pour water and made a cup of coffee for Yan Han. She hoped that he would come to his senses quickly and handle the documents by himself so that she could leave.
The clock on the wall went to four o'clock, and it would be dinner in two hours.
Song Xiang stretched his muscles and felt exhausted. Then he looked at Yan Han, who was leaning lazily on the soft chair, comfortable and comfortable.
She pursed her lips, turned around and saw Yan Han's chair again, and her heart skipped a beat for the hundred thousandth time.
"If you like that chair so much, why don't I lend you some money and you can start a business?"
A stern and cold voice came from behind, like a ghost, and Song Xiang was so frightened that he quickly came back to his senses.
She showed a polite smile and a humble attitude, "What kind of business can a secretary start? A secretarial company?"
Yan Han hated her pretending to be stupid the most. He snorted and looked away. Suddenly his tone changed, and he said half-seriously: "Why don't you...I'll give you a vice president role."
Song Xiang was stunned, almost turned around and grabbed Yan Han's collar, and asked him excitedly if it was true.
She took a deep breath and resisted her impulse, "For a person like me, even if I put on a dragon robe, I don't look like a prince. Mr. Yan, don't bother."
Yan Han looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, which just reflected Song Xiang's face. Her expression was dull and not as exciting as he imagined.
The man sneered, "I don't know what is good and what is evil."