Our Glamorous Time

On the same day, there will be no atmosphere of excitement or indignation for Si Meiqi and Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng was sitting in the office of Simeiqi’s project team with an arrogant and confident expression: “Take out your highest level and make a bid that is enough to thwart any competitors. Anything in this project, you can Report directly to me anytime, anywhere. All bid conditions can be given to Mingsheng according to the most favorable standard. Even if the standard is exceeded, it can be reported to me. I report to the chairman, I must set a precedent for you. In short-this project, Only win, not lose."

The expression of everyone is also quiet and firm: "Good!" "Please rest assured, general manager!" "This project definitely belongs to Si Meiqi!"

Chen Zheng nodded with satisfaction, and stepped out of the office building. At this time, it was the sunset, and the big industrial park was bustling, prosperous and lively. He stood at the door of the building, and there was a certain conceited and heroic emotion in his heart.

This year, the Ada Group collapsed so that Simeky could finally jump from the third position in the market to the second place. This change happened just after he took over from his father, and he opened up a new history for Simeqi.

He also wanted to do better.

This Mingsheng project was indeed aimed at sniping Ada, completely breaking their way of life, and at the same time also reporting the last arrow of revenge. But it was also the first time Simeky was involved in such a large-scale state-owned enterprise project. This kind of project has always been monopolized by the market leader, New Borui: high profits, precious connections, and wide influence...

This time, he used a low price strategy and paid a high price just to enter this kind of market.

Perhaps in the near future, he can formally attack Xinbaorui and truly compete in the Central Plains.

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The same bidding specification also arrived at Xinbaorui Group. Immediately after receiving the letter, the administrative department sent someone to take the elevator and deliver it to the office of the top-level president.

New Borui CEO Ning Weikai wore a new suit today, his tie was rose red, and he sat behind a glossy undercurrent executive desk with dark amber cuffs shining brightly.

When the assistant came in with the bidding documents, he was on the phone. The handsome face that had just appeared on the cover of Fortune magazine had a soft smile, and his voice was gentle and lazy: "Do you like flowers? ...How could I forget to pick you up today, at seven o'clock in the evening. Well, wear the skirt I ordered."

When he hung up the phone, the assistant smiled all over his face: "Mr. Ning, you are so considerate to your wife. So busy, and the relationship is so good, it is really enviable."

Ning Weikai smiled helplessly: "Today is the third anniversary of her wedding. She is arguing about going to a noisy concert. The meeting tomorrow morning will also help me cancel it, and today will definitely be in the middle of the night."

The assistant nodded and said yes. I really envy the young boss very much--

The grass-rooted young talent, because he became the son-in-law of the Zhu family, was able to take charge of the luggage group that occupies 1/3 of Zhu's operating income. Jiangshan and the beauty have both. Is there any man more fortunate than him?

Ning Weikai took the document he handed in and looked at it quietly for a while, smiling.

The assistant asked softly: "According to the news we received, Simeqi and Aida are also determined to take advantage of this project and are likely to adopt a substantial price reduction strategy. Our pricing system has always been relatively stable and high. The marketing department is over there I also want you to have a clear instruction, do you want to reduce the price..."

"Tell them not to toss about." Ning Weikai interrupted him. "This time, we stand by."

The assistant was still hesitant. Ning Weikai smiled when he saw him, and his voice was refreshing and gentle: "You have been with me for so long, why is your head a little bit twisted? On the one hand, our price system cannot be lowered. It will be chaotic and cannot be lost because of small. Second, people are in the mall, the most important thing is to see who the opponent is. The current potential threat to us is only Chen Zheng. Let Aida fight him with life and vitality How good it is."

Assistant: "But... Chen Zheng strives for the Mingsheng project, maybe he wants to take the opportunity to challenge Xinbaorui."

Ning Weikai glanced at him: "Then we will clean him up."

Assistant: "...Understood!" He added: "The people we are on both sides, I will let them keep an eye on them and report back whenever they have the situation."

Ning Weikai replied lightly: "Well."

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As the bidding day approached, Lin Qian became more and more busy. On this afternoon, according to Li Zhicheng's instructions, he moved into the project group dormitory.

The night was filled with darkness and the stars were dim.

Lin Qian was lying on the bed, with her shoulder-length broken hair tied to a ponytail, looking at the latest version of the tender book produced by the project team.

These days, they really do it over and over again, three BOSSs over and over again, and then fight back and over and over again. And Lin Qian had to follow it again and again, making his eyes straight.

After a while, he threw the information aside and buried himself in the quilt to rest. But in my mind, she remembered that day, she was a little excited, "confession" to him, what "you are a natural leader" "you are a genius".

Puff... so sensational.

Looking back, it was considered a pat on the back of the true feelings. However, BOSS has always been paralyzed throughout the course, apparently not paying attention to these words.

At this time, the phone rang, and she took it, it was Xue Mingtao: "Lin Zhu, we revised the bid, and sent it to your mailbox. Is President Li sleeping?"

Lin Qian smiled and said: "I was still reading the information, I shouldn't sleep, I will show him immediately."

Hanging up the phone, another thought came to Lin Qiang's mind-their respectful attitude was enough to show that Li Zhicheng had initially established prestige.

Li Zhicheng's house is next to Lin Qian. It was more than ten o'clock in the night, and the corridor was quiet, only the street lights shining orange. Lin Qian walked over with his laptop and found that the door was half-covered.

In the past few days, Lin Qian, Gu Yanzhi and others have been in and out of his house. She didn't care, she knocked politely, just as usual, and walked in through the door.

No one was in the room.

Lin Qian went to the desk, put down the computer, and looked up again. Oh, the bathroom door is closed. She quietly stood by the desk and waited.

Soon, a "boom" sounded softly, the bathroom door opened, and someone came out. Lin Qian looked at him with a smile: "Boss, I took the new..." The voice was a little slack, and continued: "...The bid was brought to you."

The staff dormitory is not luxurious and spacious. At a distance of two or three meters, Li Zhicheng wears no clothes on his upper body, and wears black sports trousers on his lower body. He holds a towel in his hand. Water and water are still on his hair and body. He looked at her, as if his eyes were also covered with water vapor.

Uh... In this enterprise where workers are gathered, half-naked men are quite common.

But it was a little embarrassing to meet a half-naked young president.

Lin Qiang turned around freely, turned his back on him, and turned on the computer while saying, "I have marked the modification, do you see it now?" Suddenly a quick thought slipped in my mind: Recently this kind of relationship with BOSS Quite a little embarrassment.

"Well." Still a cool voice.

Then came the rustling noise, it should be wearing clothes.

But Lin Qian stared at the black lines on the screen, but his mind automatically emerged...the vivid scene.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist, well-proportioned muscles, smooth and powerful lines. The key point is that he stands especially straight. His handsome face is indifferent to the facial features. His loose pants are tied to the tough waistline...cough, it’s just like sex. It’s a slightly confusing and deliberate show that the male model shoots. The picture of the figure is the same.

Lin Qian, good luck.

The corners of her lips tickled slightly, and she didn't look at him until her footsteps sounded behind her.

Who would have thought it was startling again.

Probably suddenly, BOSS put a white shirt on his body. The first button hadn't been fastened yet, and the neckline was a little messy. The slightly damp short hair was attached to the forehead. There appeared to be wet water stains on the chest of the shirt.

He stood under the lamp and looked down at her, his eyes light, his thin lips slightly pursed.

Lin Qian gave him a few glances and looked away. His gaze also focused on the computer screen, bent down, put his hand on the mouse, and began to slide through it.

Lin Qian glanced at him again-how can he be so handsome when he is a boss? The more handsome you look.

She moved the side stool behind him: "The boss sits."

"Well." He glanced at her. "You sit down too. I said you changed."

"Ok."

——

Lin Qian did not expect that the two of them were busy for a few hours.

After reading this, Li Zhicheng made a few comments. She marked his thoughts in the file and sent them back to the project team. As a result, they seemed to be encouraged by their bosses, and they quickly revised and sent them, and also sent some other attachments one after another. Li Zhicheng and Lin Qiang continued to watch. You came and went, and time passed without realizing it.

When it was almost three o'clock, Lin Qian finally could not bear it. Although she has always worked hard, she can't stay up all night, never stay up all night-she should not prematurely decline.

She glanced at Li Zhicheng again. He was still sitting upright, staring at the screen, his eyes dark and focused, and there was a slight luster in her eyes.

Lin Qian yawned.

He looked at her sideways: "Sleepy?" A cold voice.

The boss didn't say sleepy, how could she say sleepy? He smiled and said, "Fortunately, I'll make a cup of coffee and come back immediately." Just about to get up, I saw his two long eyebrows frown, and looked at her: "What coffee do you drink in the middle of the night."

There is a strong voice in the calm.

Lin Qian looked at him a bit stunned, sitting still.

BOSS... actually let her not drink coffee?

Is this about her?

Heart warmed. Just wanted to say something, but listened to him lightly: "Go to bed when you are sleepy, give you a quarter of an hour, I call you."

Lin Qian subconsciously looked at the big bed in the room, white, neat and wide, and the quilt was stacked like a piece of tofu.

Lin Qian, who has a cleansing addiction to the bed, thinks that it is a very private place where the skin fits. She never likes others to sit or sleep on her bed, and try not to touch others' beds. What's more, this is the BOSS bed.

She smiled and said to him: "No, I will sleep on my stomach."

Li Zhicheng was unsure, and turned to look at the computer. Lin Qian put his arm on the table and buried his head.

Temporarily cut off the light, a dark piece of eyes. The movement around me became clearer.

She could even hear the uniform breathing of the man next to him, and the sound of his gently flipping the data, and the sound of the finger on the mouse, making it more warm and quiet this night.

——

When Lin Qian was awake, he felt exceptionally quiet around him, even quieter than before, with no sound at all.

She looked up and saw the situation around her, but she smiled.

Li Zhicheng's computer screen was closed, and the pile of bidding materials were neatly put aside. It looks like it's done? And Li Zhicheng was sitting in the leather chair beside her. But his hands rested on the armrests, his head leaned back, and he fell asleep on his back.

Lin Qian looked down at her watch and threw out her tongue: it was five o'clock, and she actually slept for more than an hour.

BOSS also said to call her, but he fell asleep.

I just wanted to crouch and get up, only to find out when I was wearing a suit. The men's suits on her are of course extremely large, almost wrapping her whole, the ironing posts are warm again, the breath is dry and fresh.

She turned to look at the thin white shirt on BOSS's body, took off the suit gently, and covered him. He seemed to be sleeping deeply, his eyebrows still under the light.

It was almost dawn, and Lin Qian didn't want to wake him up, and planned to go back to his room first.

But when he just wanted to bypass the tall man, he found it difficult. There is a narrow aisle between the desk and the bed. And his big leather chair went there, and the back of the chair was tight against the edge of the bed. His two long legs reached under the table, and his knees were almost touching the table-leaving only a very narrow space.

She was also reluctant to step on his bed, she did not like to touch someone's bed. After visually checking the distance, she felt that it should be about the same. She pressed her body close to the edge of the table and wanted to step over his knee-her legs are also very long. Don't disturb him.

a bit. She stood with one foot in the middle of his legs.

Again, successfully stepped out...

Before he was satisfied, the man beside him seemed to be disturbed and suddenly moved. Lin Qian's feet somehow crooked and stepped on the back of his feet...

You should know that although she does not wear high heels in accordance with the wishes of BOSS, she still has a pointed small middle heel. As soon as this foot went down, I heard the man's original breath breathing steadily, and that foot bounced!

Lin Qian was so stumbled by him, where can he stand still? The body quickly fell sideways...

"Ah!" she couldn't help whispering.

There was a strong force in the waist, and a hand quickly grabbed her. Lin Qiang's body was crooked, and he was already buckled on his thigh.

Lin Qian turned to look at him with a daze.

He had opened his eyes, Xu Shi just woke up, his eyes still a little bit under the light, staring at her.

"what are you doing?"

Lin Qian was silent.

BOSS, can you not respond so fast? Is the shot so accurate? Every time you just touch you a little, you are immediately restrained by your catcher.

"I didn't do anything. I wanted to go out." She said, "Did it hurt you?"

He looked at her, his eyes pale: "Well."

Uh... Lin Qian didn't know what to say for a while.

During the conversation between the two, his hands were tightly wrapped around her waist. Because they were so close, Lin Qian could even smell the cold breath on him. Under him, his thighs were warm and firm.

She quickly broke free of his hand and stood up, her face quickly warming up: "I'm sorry. Then I'm gone, good night."

——

After returning to the room, Lin Qian touched his face with his hand, so it was hot.

She is too embarrassed, actually sitting in the arms of BOSS.

The horizon was breaking, and Lin Qian, who only slept for so short last night, tossed and turned in bed but couldn't sleep. Li Zhicheng just kept staring at her under the lamp—black eyes, strong hands, and a cold breath.

Heartbeat thumps. She even thought of a ridiculous idea in her mind-BOSS will not treat her as a spy, what she wanted to do to him just now.

of course not.

It was extremely embarrassing, and don't have such an accident again.

——

Two days later, Gu Yanzhi led the project team and went to Mingsheng Group headquarters to give a lecture. Mingsheng did not announce the winning bid on the spot.

A few days later, Aida was still the same, busy half-dead. The people involved in this project are all looking forward nervously. Including Lin Qian.

She has a strong hunch that she thinks Aida will win the bid this time.

As long as she thought of what Li Zhicheng said that day, and the tender they had prepared, as already stated by Lin Mochen, she felt confident.

She feels that customers will also be impressed.

On Monday afternoon every other week, the news finally came.

Ada’s top executives happened to be having their weekly meeting, and Lin Qian also attended the meeting minutes. Just halfway through, Gu Yanzhi's phone rang. Like what was expected, everyone in the meeting room calmed down instantly.

He exchanged glances with Li Zhicheng, and then he took over. He said a few words briefly, only listened to him "umm" a few times, and finally put down the phone, looked at the crowd, his eyes were calm, and it was difficult to discern anger.

"The result of Mingsheng's bid is out. The winning bid is Si Meiqi."