Chapter 363 Don’t do this next time
Yang Wanqing was caught off guard.
Chen Jianghe, however, knew his limits. When he got close to her, he misaligned her position, so it seemed like he kissed her, but in reality, he didn't even touch her.
Yang Wanqing was stunned for a moment before she realized that the office door was open, and Chen Jianghe kept his face close to hers, looking down from the floor-to-ceiling window with a calm gaze.
"What do you want to do..." Yang Wanqing asked hesitantly.
Chen Jianghe's behavior was so bold that at that moment, she almost closed her eyes instinctively.
"This angle is amazing . You can see the scenery and the flow of people downstairs clearly."
Chen Jianghe smiled and looked downstairs. When he noticed someone looking up, he reached out and pulled down the blinds. "When you designed this office, did you ask a Feng Shui master to look at it?"
"Hmm." Yang Wanqing hummed lightly, and then found that Chen Jianghe took a few pieces of paper from the table with his backhand, wiped the sweat off his face, crumpled them into a ball and threw them on the carpet.
"He 's not really going to do anything bad, is he?"
Yang Wanqing was confused, and after she came to her senses, she tapped the ground with the toes of her shoes. She was about to move her office chair to keep some distance from him when she suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps coming from outside the door.
At this time, Chen Jianghe straightened up, raised his hand to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, turned around and saw Zhao Ruian appearing at the door, pretending to be surprised: "Hey, why are you here?"
"Pounce on your mother!"
Zhao Ruian yelled in rage, picked up a vase in the office and was about to throw it at Chen Jianghe.
However, just as he picked up the vase, several property management staff of Sino-Ocean Group who seemed to have been waiting outside rushed in and stopped him: "Don't do this, don't do this, Brother Zhao..."
Chen Jianghe was also very courageous. Instead of panicking, he took the initiative to walk up to Zhao Ruian and advised him calmly, "Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil."
Zhao Ruian's face was full of ferocity, and he cursed with gnashing teeth: "Fuck you, you bastard!"
"Swearing is too low. A person with high moral character will usually notice the waste paper on the floor of the office, then bend down to pick it up and throw it into the trash can." Chen Jianghe reminded seriously.
Zhao Ruian looked at the ground and almost vomited blood when he heard this.
Chen Jianghe raised his hand and patted one of the property managers on the shoulder: "Brother, work harder, don't let in any random people, protect Mr. Yang, and I'll promote you to supervisor later."
"Okay."
The property manager smiled innocently. He had received many benefits from Chen Jianghe, so he was decisive at the critical moment. He leaned down, hugged Zhao Ruian's waist with both hands, and carried him out with great force.
"It's quite clever, but it overlooked the details."
Chen Jianghe showed admiration in his eyes. He turned around, bent down, picked up the paper ball on the ground and threw it into the trash can.
Yang Wanqing looked at him quietly. She had now fully realized that Chen Jianghe had clearly seen Zhao Ruian from the floor-to-ceiling window just now, so he deliberately created an illusion to stimulate him.
Chen Jianghe raised his head and apologized to Yang Wanqing very seriously and explained: "Sister Qing, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, it was mainly because Zhao Ruian crashed my car in the parking lot downstairs, I couldn't stand it, so I messed with his mentality."
Yang Wanqing sighed and said helplessly: "Don't do this next time."
"OK."
Chen Jianghe agreed readily and sat in her office for about half an hour before answering a phone call and leaving.
After Chen Jianghe left, Yang Wanqing sat alone at her desk, the image of her face touching his kept appearing in her mind.
When I stood up, I realized that the office chair was slightly wet with sweat.
…
It was already past two in the afternoon when Chen Jianghe returned to the School of Finance. It was still extremely hot in eastern Guangdong in September. He was sweating all over after walking a few steps under the sun.
In such weather, the ones who are undoubtedly suffering the most are the freshmen who are undergoing military training. Chen Jianghe walked along the shade of the trees to the canteen to buy an ice cream, and then went to the playground to visit those poor children.
At this time, many sophomores and juniors were sitting under the banyan trees around the playground. Some of them were eating ice watermelon while staring at the younger girls. Sometimes when they saw the younger girls turning left or right and getting the wrong direction, they would laugh.
"These guys are such bastards, they have no moral integrity at all."
Chen Jianghe complained in his heart, then found a clean place to sit down, tore open the ice cream package, and slurped the ice cream while looking at his schoolmate.
It must be said that the freshmen this year are generally good-looking and well-nourished. Chen Jianghe had noticed this when he was welcoming freshmen at the train station. Now they were standing at attention in camouflage uniforms, and their proud and upright postures looked particularly pleasing to the eye.
Halfway through eating the ice cream, a few groups took a break and Chen Jianghe stood up to leave in boredom.
At this time, a tall and handsome freshman ran out from the crowd not far away, walked straight to Chen Jianghe, lowered his head and said, "Secretary Chen, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please be kind and give me a chance and don't fire me."
"Don't bow your head." Chen Jianghe smiled at him and said, "Recover for a while. I still prefer your unruly look."
Li Yunhui raised his head and stared at Chen Jianghe with red eyes: "Leave a way out for yourself so that we can meet again in the future. Chen Jianghe, don't go too far."
"Very good." Chen Jianghe raised his hand and patted his shoulder and said, "I think we will never see each other again. I wish you a bright future, brother."
Li Yunhui shook his shoulders, raised his hand to take off his hat and threw it on the ground, then turned away angrily: "I will come back again."
"return!"
Chen Jianghe shouted.
Upon hearing this, Li Yunhui stopped, held back his tears, and turned back reluctantly.
"Pick up the hat." Chen Jianghe pointed to the ground.
Li Yunhui stood there for a moment with gritted teeth, then bent down to pick up his hat under Chen Jianghe's gaze, and then suddenly sat down on the ground, his emotions completely broken down and he burst into tears.
Chen Jianghe looked at him, took a bite of the ice cream calmly, and left.
For the next few days, Li Yunhui spent his time in anxiety, and from time to time he went to the bulletin board of the Youth League Committee of the college to check the latest announcements. Later, he learned that Chen Jianghe had left the school and went to Shanghai on a business trip, and his heart was finally at ease.
"Dr. Wang, I've known you for so long, and I know you're a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush."
In Shanghai, in a high-end coffee shop called CATWALK, Feng Lan, senior human resources officer of the Ali Group, smiled and handed a document to Dr. Wang Yuan sitting opposite him.
Dr. Wang Yuan took the document calmly.
Feng Lan went on to say, "We at Ali Group are willing to hire you as the company's chief architect with the greatest sincerity and the highest salary. We will also provide you with special technical funds and a team, and you will lead the development and construction of the cloud computing system."
Wang Yuan smiled faintly: "Your President Ma has discussed this matter with me several times before, and I am still considering it."
"What is your main consideration?" Feng Lan asked politely.
Wang Yuan crossed his hands and responded with a smile: "In many ways."
"If the salary and benefits do not meet your expectations, we can increase it," Feng Lan said tentatively.
"My personal compensation is secondary. I mainly hope that you can go back and ask Mr. Ma how much money he is willing to invest in cloud computing," Wang Yuan replied.
Hearing this, Feng Lan said sincerely: "Mr. Ma attaches great importance to technological research and development, and respects scientists like you very much. He has emphasized many times in internal meetings that there is no upper limit to the company's investment in technology."
Wang Yuan smiled and said, "Your Ali Group is a listed company. There is no upper limit on investment in technology research and development. Shareholders will have objections."
Feng Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that he had said something wrong. Just as he was thinking about how to make amends, Dr. Wang Yuan had already finished the coffee in his cup and stood up: "I'll think about it and give you an answer another day."
After saying that, Wang Yuan gave Feng Lan a gentle smile, handed the document back to her, and left.
