631 Our Time (Part 1)

The edge of Cuihu Lake is full of places where every inch of land is valuable. The house located by the lake is separated by a small street in the southeast. It looks a bit dilapidated and inconspicuous, but it is only a place where retired provincial leaders are qualified to live.

The reputation of this small lake is not only in its clear lake surface as flat as a mirror, or in its beautiful quiet mountains standing by the lake, but also in its beautiful legends and heroes that have been preserved for thousands of years of history.

Around the lake are parks, temples, towers, and ruins of ancient academies and chess buildings. The area near the center of the city is particularly prosperous in the southeast, while the northwest corner shows a bit desolate. There are one or two old parks that are not popular, and most of them are retired old men and women. Just like the Labor and Culture Palace in Zhongzhou, the places like the pearls are also forgotten by history.

I don’t know when it started, a small piece of land in the corner of Fangcao Park was separated by a wall. In less than half a year, a three-story white building stood there. From a distance, it was hidden among the flowers and trees, inconspicuous at all. On this beautiful lakeside, it seemed to be perfectly integrated into the environment without any abrupt feeling.

The roof of the building is a roof garden, with vines covered with wooden grids naturally covering a space. Looking out from the corner, you can see a corner of Cuihu. Now is the season when spring is blooming, the spring water is like green and peach blossoms are like fire. The boats on the lake are competing for boats, and the scene of prosperity and prosperity. If there is a wonderful brush, you will definitely draw a picture of the Cuihu Lake that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Jiang Zhihan sat on a wooden chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, half-squinted his eyes, and seemed a little drowsy in the light. But Zhang Xiaowei obviously didn't want to give him this opportunity. She cleared her throat and coughed deliberately, reminding the boss to report on her own.

Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes and glanced at her lazily, "Xiaowei, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Zhang Xiaowei held up her glasses, but did not respond to his call and handed over a stack of documents, "This is something you need to sign."

Jiang Zhihan casually placed them on the wooden table in front of him and asked, "When do you need it?"

Zhang Xiaowei said: "It's better to be before tomorrow."

Jiang Zhihan took a deep breath and enjoyed it very much, "It seems that this spring is coming very early, right?"

Zhang Xiaowei stood behind him, gave him a blank look, and suddenly smiled again. She pulled over the chair, sat down directly, and said, "I made an appointment tonight. Gu Wangshan and Feng Chengen invited you to Fengge for dinner. At 7:30, I have notified Lao Zhou. I will go to Huning in the afternoon. I will remind you first and don't forget this."

Jiang Zhihan seemed to remember this incident, "They invited me to dinner? Why are they invited me to dinner for no reason?"

Zhang Xiaowei smiled, "It seems to be saying that you will commemorate your return to China for half a year."

Jiang Zhihan said: "kao, I'm still alive."

Zhang Xiaowei cleared her throat, "By the way, Miss Mu called and asked if you have time to have dinner with her in the evening? You originally agreed to be tomorrow night, but she has a temporary itinerary and will fly to the capital tomorrow morning."

Jiang Zhihan looked at her lazily, "Didn't you just told me that there is something tonight?"

Zhang Xiaowei's tone was calm, "Do you call her by yourself, or do you need me to call you?"

Jiang Zhihan stretched, "You are so busy, so you won't bother you anymore. Oh, the weather is so good, I want to have a sleep when I sit."

Zhang Xiaowei commented: "As far as I can tell, it's because your office building is too comfortable to repair."

Jiang Zhihan said: "What you said is reasonable. You are born from worries and die from happiness. Who is not active in work recently? Keep a close eye on me."

Zhang Xiaowei flattered her mouth, "By the way, the last time Mr. Wang gave you the old ginseng, I have sent it home for you. Also, this weekend, Ningcui is coming to Qingzhou, and she asked if you have time to have a meal with her? Don't forget that next Saturday is Lin Mo's birthday. If you have anything to prepare in advance, if I need to do, you have to give me some in advance." Zhang Xiaowei is not only his administrative secretary, but also his life secretary, and she is deeply trusted by Jiang Zhihan.

Jiang Zhihan sighed, "Xiao Mo's birthday is here again?...How much is she here this year?"

Zhang Xiaowei was very sure, "It's 22."

Jiang Zhihan narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaowei, "That's what I say, I'm only twenty-five or six, why do I think I'm very old?"

Zhang Xiaowei looked stern, "Over wine and color?"

Jiang Zhihan was stunned and laughed loudly, "Xiaowei, this joke is so cold."

Zhang Xiaowei still had a stern face, "Aunt Li said several times on the phone that she would remind you to drink less. I am a secretary, but I am not qualified to control you. But my responsibilities are, I will try to remind you once a day."

Jiang Zhihan shrugged, "What a loyal duty, I did not let me down. I gave you a raise last month..." He thought for a while and said, "By the way, someone asked me to go to the Plateau City at the beginning of next month. Please help me arrange the time and take a week and don't arrange anything."

Zhang Xiaowei told him very accurately, "Next month on the 4th of Secretary Zhang's youngest son will get married. You agreed to attend."

Jiang Zhihan frowned and said, "Can't you push it off?"

Zhang Xiaowei said: "You told me that I must participate in it myself, saying that Secretary Zhang is very important and crucial to our career in Qingzhou."

Jiang Zhihan compromised and said, "Okay, what about the others?"

Zhang Xiaowei said: "So far next month, there is only one arrangement besides this. The fifteenth is Director Lin's birthday, and you agreed to fly back to Zhongzhou."

She paused and remembered something, "By the way, Siyi called and said, her gossip magazine might have news about you in the next issue. Say hello first, telling you not to mind."

Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes wide, "Isn't she serious?"

Zhang Xiaowei smiled and stood up and said, "She said that most of the money she earned will go into your pocket anyway. You might as well sacrifice yourself for sales."

Jiang Zhihan couldn't help but jump and say, "damnit!"

He said fiercely: "I must stop her."

Fengge is a store jointly invested by Jiang Zhihan and Feng Chengen. It is not large in scale, but it has all-in-one internal organs, has catering services, and has some supporting leisure and entertainment facilities. Basically, it is half open to the public and half used to entertain friends and customers.

Feng Chengen is different from the past. After graduating from college, he left the full-time MBA halfway and started working in his father's company. Because he was the first to promote the family's policy of going north to the Great Six, he is now the second-in-command in the business of the Great Six of the Group Company, and is no longer the playboy who does nothing all day.

To be more precise, there are probably fewer dandy playboys, but they are lustful. He has recently become obsessed with a new TV series star. According to Gu Wangshan, he seems to be trapped, and this time it feels a bit like a real play.

Feng Chengen had average alcohol content and his wine tasted even more loose. But as soon as the banquet started today, he generously greeted Jiang Zhihan three cups.

Jiang Zhihan looked at him vigilantly, "What are your intentions?"

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