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Chapter 55
The organizer's reception banquet was arranged on the second floor of the local cuisine.
As soon as Wen Shiqing entered, she was warmly embraced by the middle-aged man.
Wen Shiqing smiled lightly and nodded: "President Xu."
Mr. Xu smiled: "Mr. Wen, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."
He raised his hand, as a landlord: "Take a seat quickly."
"The waiter serves."
"Originally, I was supposed to go to Yanjing to meet Mr. Wen, but I couldn't leave, so I had to trouble Mr. Wen to come here."
Wen Shiqing sat down, with a smile on his lips, the smile didn't reach his eyes, and his brows never frowned: "Mr. Xu is polite. Originally, the development site this time is in Dongping, so I should come here."
Mr. Xu laughed happily, full of air, but it seemed that he was simple and honest.
It's a pity that in the mixed business field, there may be a few people who are not personal.
When the dishes are ready, it's time to drink again.
After a few rounds, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves at the table, Wen Shiqing's face remained unchanged, and Mr. Xu blushed from drinking.
"Mr. Wen, to be honest, in my opinion, you are the phoenix on that branch. If you don't fly high now, sooner or later, the Xu family will not be able to lock you up."
Mr. Xu must have drunk too much, and started to speak nonsense: "You don't know, do you? The old man of the Xu family also approached me. As a city with good development momentum in recent years, Dongping is very likely to be in the next three years.Squeeze into the first-tier cities, when the time comes for this development site, the price of this house will have to soar.”
"Grandpa Xu is sick in bed, and he still wants to make a fortune for his useless grandson, why doesn't he think about you as a son!" Mr. Xu began to shake his head: "But I didn't agree to his conditions, but chose to follow him.You come to sign the contract, Mr. Wen, do you know what it means?"
The arc of Wen Shiqing's mouth faded slightly, and there was still a smile on his brows and eyes, with a cold smile: "Really, Xu is always a smart person, and I like dealing with smart people."
With this compliment, Mr. Xu's tail cocked up, and he immediately patted the table heavily, calling out to his assistant, "Mr. Wen, don't believe my sincerity! Come on, assistant, bring me my contract.Always sign the contract!"
The assistant stood aside and was about to cry. He wanted to knock on Mr. Xu's brain to see what was inside.
He clearly said when he came here that he must discuss the conditions with Wen Shiqing carefully. Wen Shiqing can't return empty-handed, and it is possible to raise the price at that time. Why haven't we started talking yet?, and entered the signing of the contract.
The assistant took out the contract like an ostrich.
Luckily, Mr. Xu was not too drunk, and when he was about to sign the contract, he suddenly came back to life: "Then what, Mr. Wen, if you become successful in the future, don't forget about me."
Wen Shiqing chuckled, his expression was hidden in the light, and he couldn't see it clearly, he said: "That's natural."
"Mr. Xu, happy cooperation."
When came out of the restaurant, it was exactly eleven o'clock in the evening. drank wine on an empty stomach, and only took a few bites of food, and there was very little food in stomach.
Wen Shiqing leaned on the seat, seeming a little sleepy.
Assistant Yang said, "Boss Wen, are you going back to the hotel?"
He glanced at Wen Shiqing in the rearview mirror, hesitant.
Ordinary work can be handed over to the relevant departments of the company to discuss, but Wen Shiqing still has to do the big contracts in person. In addition, although he has a place in the company, the company is still surnamed Xu, so most of the big cooperation that needs to be interviewed is done by himself..
Those old people are like fine people, they don't drink as much as the young guys, and it's normal to drink to death.
When Wen Shiqing first joined the company, it was common for him to be admitted to the hospital, but in the past two years his status has stabilized, which is rare.
Now it seems that Wen Shiqing's condition is not good, and don't know if the old problem has recurred.
It's a pity that Assistant Yang has never seen Wen Shiqing touch the stomach medicine that Assistant Yang bought, so now Assistant Yang finds it a bit difficult to deal with.
Wen Shiqing hummed, closed his eyes and fell asleep, his expression was calm, and the usual smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, which made his usually gentle face look inhumane, cold and indifferent.
When getting off the car, Assistant Yang went to park the car, and Wen Shiqing took the card and went into the hotel.
The belated alcohol welled up in his throat, and he coughed muffled, his voice hoarse.
Wen Shiqing loosened his tie, entered the elevator, his eyelids drooped slightly, and a silhouette fell.
With a ding, the elevator door opened, and he walked straight to the room.
But in an instant, he realized that something was wrong with the room.
The lights were on, and there was an extra pair of shoes at the door.
Before he came back to his senses, a figure jumped out of the kitchen bouncingly. He was on one foot and had some difficulty moving. When he saw Wen Shiqing coming back, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said pleasantly, "Uncle Wen, come back!"La!"
Wen Shiqing was stunned for a moment, then changed his shoes and entered the room with a calm expression.
Jiang was already a little excited: "Are you hungry? I made porridge, do you have to drink for socializing? I made you hangover soup. Do you want to drink?"
He was extraordinarily attentive, his eyes blinking like butterflies.
Wen Shiqing was standing at the entrance, and there was a small night light at the shoe cabinet, which shone with a soft warm light, which was also soft on him.
Seeing that Wen Shiqing didn't move, Jiang already tilted his head strangely: "Uncle Wen, what's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"
After the words fell, the man in front of him suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes.
The light in front of him was replaced by darkness.
Jiang Ji blinked uneasily, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his eyelashes swept across the man's palm.He hesitated: "Uncle Wen..."
Wen Shiqing seemed to be drunk as he said, and his eyes were covered with cool fingers.The next moment, his head rested on his shoulder: "Don't move."
The deep and lazy voice was like death.
Jiang did not dare to move even though he had already moved.
He could only hear the man's slight but rough breathing faintly in his ears, and he moved his fingers, wanting to scratch his ears.
Inappropriately, he thought, the sound should make the bed more exciting.
He who fell into the yellow waste: The little yellow duck sighed.jpg
Before he could raise his hand to scratch it, Wen Shiqing's alcoholism seemed to have subsided at that moment.
He let go of Jiang Ji, feeling like he lost his composure, so he smiled helplessly: "I lost my composure after drinking some wine."
Jiang Ji grunted and shook his head indifferently.
In fact, for a moment just now, he felt inexplicably distressed for Wen Shiqing.
But the pain disappeared in just a moment.Wen Shiqing shouldn't need him to feel bad...
"I'll bring you hangover soup." Jiang already jumped up and down, ready to go to the kitchen.
The next second the skin on the back of his neck was pinched, Wen Shiqing pushed him to sit on the sofa: "I'll go, you just stay here."
Jiang already sat on the sofa obediently, with an obedient look on his face.
When Wen Shiqing came out of the kitchen, he saw the young man holding his face and looking at him motionless.
He sat across from him, "There's nothing to be courteous about, what's the matter?"
Seeing that Jiang had been seen through, he immediately felt ashamed. He stammered: "Well, Uncle Wen, I have no place to live. Can I stay with you tonight?"
There's no way, if you have a room and don't lie around, he's not a fool, it's okay if he can have sex after drinking.
Ah, this damn, a wicked heart that is just around the corner and has nowhere to rest.
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Xiao Jiang, who has a heart but no guts, sighs