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Chapter 115: Pleasing you is the most important thing to me

On the swim, some people went to play in the water, some went fishing, some were lying on deck chairs drinking and chatting, and some even took their female companions to find a place to play poker, to name a few, but they all had a great time. .

It wasn't until after five o'clock in the afternoon that everyone returned to the Magic City with satisfaction.

Qin Fen had already booked a private room at the five-star hotel, and Zhang Yun followed him to have a meal together before taking his little secretary to leave.

In the car, the little secretary whispered in Zhang Yun's ear: "Dear, is it too early to go back now?"

Zhang Yun looked at his watch. It was just past 7 o'clock, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I think!" the little secretary said quietly but firmly.

Zhang Yun pulled her into his arms and asked, "Where do you want to go this time?"

"How is it here?" The little secretary's eyes began to become watery and her hands began to feel a little dishonest.

Zhang Yun roughly calculated the journey, and found that the time was barely enough, and the tailgate was raised at the beginning, so why are you so polite?
The driver, Chen Jun, is very experienced now. When the boss brought a woman into the car, he raised the fender to avoid seeing anything he shouldn't see and losing his job.

Now he doesn't want to lose this job for no reason.

Working as a driver, getting paid as a bodyguard, and having an easy-to-talk boss, where can I find a job like this?

As for the car's occasional abnormal vibrations like now, we can only pretend that we don't know about it, concentrate on driving, and try not to think about it.

This is the second time he has experienced this kind of thing, so he has experience.

When the car stopped downstairs at the leader's house, Zhang Yun and the secretary had already packed up.

The little secretary took the tissue paper from a plastic bag he didn't know where it came from, packed it up, put it in his bag, and planned to throw it away when he got back.

So when the two got out of the car, except for the little secretary's face, which was a little rosy, there was no other abnormality. They did a perfect job of hiding their ears.

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The next day, when Zhang Yun was about to send the old man to find his old friends, they refused. The reason was that the road was not very far and they had to walk there. They would not pick him up at night. They would come back by themselves, just in time to exercise.

Zhang Yun knew that this was only one of the reasons. The other reason was that he didn't want to bother him all the time and was worried that it would hinder his work.

But Zhang Yun was worried that two old men who were unfamiliar with the place would go out on their own in a place like Shanghai, but he couldn't persuade them.

Finally, he came up with a compromise: he didn't have to go, but he had to arrange for two bodyguards to follow him.

This time the two old men did not refuse and readily agreed. Their purpose was just not to affect Zhang Yun's work, and everything else was just trivial.

After the old man left, Zhang Yun went upstairs to wake up the little secretary, and teased her: "You are the one who loves to play and loves to play, right? Can't you get up?"

"Humph, that's just a fool. If anyone else had been sucked dry by me," the little secretary said unconvinced.

Zhang Yun pinched her pretty face and said, "Okay, okay, you're great, okay. Wash up and have breakfast quickly. I have to go to the company to work."

"I want a hug~" the little secretary stretched out her hands and said coquettishly.

Zhang Yun picked her up and said helplessly: "Why are you becoming more and more coquettish recently? Where did you learn it?" "Hehe..., do you like it? I heard it from the female employees in the company, and they said no. You can resist a woman's coquettishness, unless you are ugly." The successful little secretary put her arms around Zhang Yun's neck and said with a smile.

Zhang Yun complained: "If you don't study well, you will study messy things all day long."

The little secretary refused: "What's the mess? I'm your little lover, and pleasing you is the most important thing to me, okay?"

"Well, I guess what you said makes sense. Before the old man returns to his hometown, you can live here with me." Zhang Yun put her down and said.

The little secretary's eyes lit up, "Really? My dear, you are so kind~"

He was about to give her a kiss, but Zhang Yun held him down and said disgustedly: "You haven't even brushed your teeth."

The little secretary rolled her eyes and muttered: "Humph, let me eat it again, and I despise it for eating it, you stinky man!" Then he turned around to wash up.

Zhang Yuncai was too lazy to argue with her, turned around and went downstairs to sit in the living room and wait for her.

At this time, Peng Fangping had already arrived and was waiting in the living room.

Zhang Yun said: "What is my schedule today?"

Peng Fangping replied: "Boss, you have a press conference at 10:03. Wuxian Holdings invited you to the meeting at 30:[-]. You have agreed. There are three social banquets and invitations have been sent to you, inviting you to attend in the evening. You haven’t responded yet.”

Zhang Yun pondered for a moment and asked, "What banquets have you invited me to?"

He actually didn't like this kind of banquet. Everyone inside was wearing a mask, smiling, and thinking about Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

But he runs an investment company, so he can't just make friends with people of the same level. The more wealthy people he knows, the better. Maybe these people will be able to come up with a high-quality project one day.

If you want to get on the bus at that time, if you know the other party, under the same conditions, you will naturally have an advantage.

You must know that not all investments are made by the capital side. For some high-quality projects, the founder team takes the initiative because there is too much capital that wants to get on board.

Of course, there is no need for him to make friends with these people in person. As long as they get there, there will naturally be countless people who want to know him. After all, there are not many people richer than him in the Magic City circle.

And he also wants to bring a few roommates with Liu Wenwen so that they can make some connections, which will be good for them and the future of the company.

Zhang Xiaowo no longer needs Zhang Yun to take care of him. Now he is the CEO and director of Shanhai Capital. There are very few banquets in the Magic City that he is not qualified to attend. He has already received all kinds of invitations.

As for why Zhang Xiaowo went to make connections, Zhang Yun also went?
Can what others control be the same as what you control?Zhang Xiaowo is just a part-time worker and has no shares. What if he changes jobs?
What's more, at Zhang Yun's level, he can't keep a low profile even if he wants to. If he doesn't adapt to this kind of social activities now that he has time, it will be embarrassing if he doesn't understand anything when gathering with big guys at the same level or even higher level in the future.

"Boss, there is an Internet salon to discuss the future development direction of the Internet; there is a banquet led by China Merchants Bank and all private banking clients are invited; there is a banquet invited by the chairman of Jingfeng Financial. They have recently established A private equity fund." Peng Fangping told Zhang Yun roughly.

After listening to this, Zhang Yun said: "Reply to China Merchants Bank, I will participate in the evening. By the way, remember to ask if you can take people there. I want to take a few people."

"Okay, I'll make a call now." Peng Fangping responded and went to the side to make a call.

Zhang Yun took out his mobile phone and read the novel he had been reading for a while (advertising space investment), waited for the secretary to finish breakfast, and then went to the company to attend the charity foundation press conference.

(End of this chapter)