Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Mr. Song said that he had invited other people, but until a few people entered the stadium and changed their clothes, no one else was seen.

Shen Wanci is now a pregnant woman and cannot exercise strenuously, but she still puts on sportswear: "Mr. Song, please see the contract I sent you two days ago..."

Mr. Song held the club and waved his hand towards her: "Ms. Shen, don't talk about work when you are playing ball. When you finally have some free time, just relax."

He glanced at Shen Wanci: "Miss Shen, why don't you guess whether I can score a hole in one."

Nie Yucheng hurriedly said before Shen Wanci could reply: "I heard that Mr. Song is very good at golf and has even won awards. It must be easy to score a hole in one."

Mr. Song smiled and nodded at him. They were both men. He could see through Nie Yucheng's thoughts at a glance.

During the intermission, he wiped his sweat and drank more than half a bottle of water before slowly speaking: "Ms. Shen, I read the contract, but in terms of proportion, I don't think it's good."

He stretched out his hand and showed a number: "My investment will remain unchanged, but I will make an additional 5.00% of the profit on the original basis."

Although Shen Wanci didn't fully understand the business in the mall, she also knew that the other party was adding insult to injury. She was fully involved in this cooperation, and Bo Rongxuan had calculated the costs for her. This request made by Mr. Song was simply impossible, "Mr. Song , you are also a businessman, you should know that this is impossible, you can talk about taking more profits, but should you also increase your investment accordingly?"

"It doesn't matter. I also made an appointment with Mr. Lu. If Director Bo can't do it, I can only talk to Mr. Lu."

Nie Yucheng frowned: "Mr. Song..."

Mr. Song, who had been drinking tea slowly just now, suddenly stood up and looked somewhere with a smile on his face: "Cao Cao is here, Mr. Lu, we just talked about you."

Shen Wanci felt numb as she looked at Lu Yanchi walking over.

Although she knew that he was always against Mr. Bo, she was still a novice. Not everything in the company was clear. It was good to be able to figure out the projects she was handling.

At this time, she complained about why she was not the heroine of Shuangwen. She was proficient in everything and was a big shot in the industry. Even if she was not, she could still blind everyone with her talent.

Not only does she have no talent in the business, she is also an unlucky hard worker. She has gone bald without becoming a strong woman, and she encounters Lu Yanchi everywhere.

She was so unlucky that she didn't know if she was struck to death by lightning in her previous life.

Chen Xu glanced at the new assistant following Lu Yanchi, and said sadly: "This little Mr. Lu looks so much like Mr. Bo. When I see him with a newcomer next to him, I always feel abandoned."

As soon as Shen Wanci saw Lu Yanchi, she knew that today's cooperation was on hold. Now when she heard Chen Xu's words, she felt agitated: "Assistant Chen, you have to be more sensible. People are similar and things are the same. Substitute literature is not allowed."

Seeing that Mr. Song was still chatting with Lu Yanchi, Chen Xu asked curiously: "Young Madam, do you think Mr. Lu is the same as Mr. Bo?"

Shen Wanci is actually not sure. After all, they are so similar. Even if they are twins, they are not so similar.

But when faced with Chen Xu's gossipy face, he changed his words and said, "If he were Bo Jingzhou, could he bring the Bo family to death? He's already trying to steal business. He must be planning on killing Bo. The company’s LOGO has been changed to his Lu company’s logo.”

Nie Yucheng heard this from the side, held her wrist through his sleeves, and said comfortingly: "No."

Shen Wanci was about to ask him what he meant when Lu Yanchi came over and said, "Master Nie and Miss Shen are here too?" His eyes swept over Nie Yucheng's hand holding Shen Wanci's wrist, and his thin lips He took a sip and said, "Miss Shen is still pregnant. Even if Master Nie wants to pursue her, he shouldn't pursue her at this time. Aren't you afraid that if word spreads, he will be blamed?"

Nie Yucheng hurriedly let go of his hand and explained to Shen Wanci: "Wanci, I have no other thoughts. I am just worried that you will be sad because of Jing Zhou, so I want to comfort you. I don't know how this behavior looks to Mr. Lu. It would be such a crooked idea.”

Lu Yanchi: "..."

shit.

This lotus essence is now taking the route of green tea, and it’s not too disgusting.

However, Shen Wanci's heart was bigger than his head, but he didn't feel anything was wrong at all. He shook his head at him and said, "People with a heart see everything as dirty."

Mr. Song noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere between the few people and asked curiously: "Mr. Lu knows Master Nie and Miss Shen?"

Lu Yanchi looked coldly: "I've met him twice before, but I'm not familiar with him."

He stood up, picked up the golf club and went to the tee box. Mr. Song stood up and followed him: "Mr. Lu, about cooperation..."

"Mr. Song, don't talk about business when you're playing ball."

President Song: "..."

These are the words he used to show off to Shen Wanci just now, and now they are returned to him.

If he hadn't been sure that Lu Yanchi was not there when he said this just now, and he and Shen Wanci didn't seem to have any friendship, not only no friendship, but the relationship didn't seem to be very harmonious, otherwise, he would have doubted that Lu Yanchi said this. He deliberately poked his heart to avenge Shen Wanci.

The atmosphere was awkward for more than half a minute. Seeing that no one was talking, Mr. Song laughed dryly and found his way down the steps: "What Mr. Lu said is that you should relax in your leisure time and don't talk about business. Come on." , play ball.”

Lu Yanchi lowered his hand and put the club on the ground: "Mr. Song, have you brought the contract?"

Mr. Song: "??"

Don't you mean playing ball?

Seeing that Lu Yanchi was still staring at him, he reacted and hurriedly said: "Bring it, I..."

Lu Yanchi interrupted him, straightened up, and tightened his grip on the club again, "I've heard that Mr. Song is very good at golf. I must ask for advice today."

He swung the club, and the white ball drew a parabola in mid-air and accurately fell into the hole.

In the rest area, Nie Yucheng stared at Lu Yanchi's back with complicated eyes. The table was not far away, and the conversation between him and Mr. Song clearly reached the ears of several people.

If such an obvious targeting was not intentional, no one would believe it, and anyone who sincerely talks about business would have this attitude. (End of chapter)