"Aren't you not going?" Su Qingwu asked while driving the car, looking at Yan Murong sitting in the passenger seat.
People with a net worth like Su Qingwu usually have a bunch of bodyguards when they go out, and they usually don’t drive in person, but Su Qingwu is an alternative. As Yan Murong said, this woman is too cold, so cold no one wants to get close, except those guys who want to pursue her.
"Don't look at me, look at the road." Yan Murong pointed to the front and said.
"I'm asking you a question." Su Qingwu asked again, but this time she turned her head back and looked at the road ahead with concentration. After all, she didn't want her front of the car to kiss the butt of the car in front.
"Who said I won't go?" Yan Murong showed a cunning smile. "They are all here to give money, why don't I go?----Although I have no idea how much money is, I have no grudges against money after all, right?"
Su Qingwu thought that Yan Murong was not as good as her in terms of business, but when it comes to quarrels and arguments, one hundred of them could not withstand one Yan Murong.
Speaking is also an art, and everyone is an artist.
Especially in negotiations, speaking skills are particularly important. Whether it is reasonable or unreasonable, as long as what you say can suppress the other party, you will take the initiative in negotiations.
Even if both sides stand and curse in front of the street, it depends on whoever scolds them so cruelly and shamelessly. Whoever is shameless will win.
Yan Murong can be said to be the best among them.
He never reasoned with others. As long as he caught the other person’s slightest, he could curse the other person’s scolding, the two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and the three Buddhas returned to secular life.
This is not a rogue expression, but on the contrary, it can prove the art of speaking more.
Due to his personality, if Su Qingwu had to cross her waist and curse others and talk about the wrong reasons, she wouldn't even be able to do it even if she beat her to death.
When they followed Su Qingwu to Huayuan Group, it happened to be working hours. Many white-collar workers would greet Su Qingwu respectfully, but Su Qingwu did not speak and just nodded slightly.
When she came to Su Qingwu's office in a special elevator, her secretary had already arrived. She greeted Su Qingwu, took out the soy milk maker from under her desk, and then took out the soybeans soaked the night before, preparing to start making soy milk.
"You are a versatile secretary." Yan Murong said jokingly. "Yes, even if Huayuan Group goes bankrupt in the future, you can still go out to set up a street stall and sell breakfast."
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." Su Qingwu turned around and looked at Yan Murong and said angrily.
Can this bastard be too smart when he speaks? Huayuan Group went bankrupt? He thought it was better.
"What's wrong with me? I'm not wrong." Yan Murong said with a grievance. "Actually, I think it's good to change Huayuan Group to build a chain breakfast restaurant-----Look at the streets that sell pancakes, fruits and fried oil cakes. Every morning, they set up stalls at 6 o'clock and closed them at 9 o'clock. They only work for three hours a day, and they can earn tens of thousands of yuan a month----Your company is so big, and you can mobilize everyone to sell breakfast together, and you have made a lot of money."
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Su Qingwu gritted her teeth and wanted to open the window and throw Yan Murong out.
She couldn't figure out how Yan Murong had such a nonsense mind, and it was really hard for him to come up with such a nonsense idea.
The three major consortiums in China, with fixed assets of nearly 100 billion yuan and nearly 100,000 employees, collectively changed their careers to sell breakfast?
"You have a very business talent." Su Qingwu resisted the urge to knock Yan Murong's head open on the keyboard and said with bared her teeth.
"Thank you, actually, I think I'm quite good at making money." Yan Murong said shyly.
After thinking about it, Su Qingwu felt that she should not continue talking to him.
Talking to a guy who never knows what face or reserve is, sooner or later will make you angry to death.
"Don't have my share? I didn't eat it in the morning." Yan Murong asked expectantly as he looked at the cup of fresh soy milk that the secretary brought in.
"If you want to drink it yourself, my secretary will not serve anyone." Su Qingwu was drinking soy milk while turning over the newspaper on the table, and even lifting her eyelids was lazy.
Yan Murong didn't care. With the idea of doing his own food and clothing, he found a clean glass cup, poured a cup of soy milk, blew it for a few seconds and drank it "gudonggudong".
"I'll pee." Yan Murong said vulgarly, rubbing the soy milk foam at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Yan Murong's back as he ran out, Su Qingwu really wanted to scream and vent her.
She regretted it now, why did she say something to him yesterday?
If you keep living with him, I'm afraid you'll go crazy.
Yan Murong didn't know Su Qingwu's idea, but if she knew that Yan Murong had the same idea as her, she would not know what she would feel.
After he quickly drained the excess water from his body, Yan Murong raised his pants with satisfaction, and walked out of the bathroom without washing his hands.
As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, Yan Murong was blocked by someone.
Yan Murong walked left, and the other party also walked left, Yan Murong walked right, and the other party also walked right.
He raised his head strangely, and Yan Murong realized that standing in front of him was a foreign woman in her twenties wearing a professional suit.
After looking at the woman in front of her who looked like a mature version of Barbie doll, she turned her head and looked at the blue little man sign at the bathroom door. Yan Murong asked in surprise. "Girl, this is a men's toilet, you've gone wrong."
Mogana's eyes widened in an instant.
Zhou Xingxing, a famous Chinese comedian, once said a classic line. "It's a pity that I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the end."
Now, Mogana is in the same mood.
In this case, the other party usually asks for permission or asks in confusion what is wrong. But this guy - this guy actually reminds himself that this is a men's toilet.
Mo Jiana, who has been in China for many years, also has a lot of knowledge about Chinese language. She knows that Chinese language is profound and has several different explanations for a sentence or a word.
Therefore, Mogana believes that Yan Murong is tactfully mocking her for being a pervert, mocking her for being a woman going to the men's bathroom.
If Yan Murong knew what she was thinking, she would have to run down the Great Wall and cry. It was a pity that he really didn't mean that.
Bastard, idiot, bastard, you just went to the men's bathroom, you just went wrong, your whole family was wrong.
After Mojana scolded Yan Murong in her heart, Mojana pulled the muscles on her face, forced a smile, and said, "Mr. Yan, I'm here to find you."
PS: Grandma has been discharged from the hospital. I will stay for another day tomorrow. I will drive home the morning after tomorrow. I guess I will be home the afternoon after tomorrow.