Chapter 196

Beiming night said that, but Manager Ye was not happy. He raised his head to meet his smiling eyes. Although he was smiling, he didn't know why he felt a bit chilly just looking at it.

This person's eyes are too cautious, obviously smiling, why can let people have a feeling of being drenched by ice water?

Manager Ye gathered his spirit, forced down the chill, and his face became flat. He was not happy and said, "we are famous for our high quality and high efficiency."

"It's also called efficiency?" Beiming night's eyes moved away from Mingke's body and fell on his face. A touch of disdain appeared on his lips: "it takes several days to make a small advertisement. I don't think you need to open this company for this efficiency."

"Who are you? What are you talking about here? " Manager Ye is very angry, but I don't know why. He looks at him inexplicably and becomes weak. Even he has no confidence in speaking.

Mingke was helpless. She didn't think that the advertising company would be so unreliable. When she looked back at shangbeiming night, she bit her lip and felt a little discouraged: "but we don't have enough time to find other companies..."

"If you find another company, you can do it well in one day. Now..." He raised his left wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist. At 2:30 at noon, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his eyes fell on Manager Ye.

Only when he looked at it, Manager Ye felt that the chill suddenly came up. In July, it made him feel cold all over.

"What's your boss's name? Let him meet me here at once and give you half an hour. " Beiming night didn't come to him, but took Mingke's hand in front of his desk and took her to the sofa.

"You..." Manager Ye's throat was blocked and his breathing was straightened out. Then he sank his face again, and his tone became arrogant: "our boss is on vacation now. It's impossible to come to see you. We won't take this advertisement. We have the ability to find another company."

Beiming night ignored him and sat down on the sofa. Seeing Mingke in his palm, he hurriedly took back his little hand. He didn't care. He took out the phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

Two seconds later, when the phone was connected, he didn't even call, so he said, "in half an hour, bring me the boss of Tengfei. I'm at Tengfei now."

After that, without waiting for the other party to agree, he turned off the phone and looked up at Mingke. The two thin lips rolled up again: "why don't you sit down? What are you doing standing up? I'm not tired after walking for a long time? "

Mingke and Du Qianqian look at each other, but they are still a little uneasy. Maybe Du Qianqian doesn't know, but Mingke knows that this guy is angry. No one dares to disobey him like this.

She took another look at Manager Ye, and a little sweat came out of her palm. At the same time, she sympathized with him.

However, this guy made a mistake first. He clearly signed an agreement with them, but pushed their advertisement aside because he received other lists. Such a person does not deserve her sympathy at all.

She took another look at Du Qianqian and motioned for her to be calm. Then she sat down beside him and looked at him: "are you thirsty? Shall I get you a glass of water? "

"I just had it." He leaned on the sofa and took out a cigarette from his pocket. Mingke immediately took the lighter from his hand and lit it for him.

The action is habitual and natural. You can see what you usually do at a glance.

Du Qianqian's puzzled eyes fell on her. Mingke remembered that there were other people here. He couldn't help feeling guilty again.

I don't know why it's easy to ignore the existence of others when I'm with Beiming night, but this action has been done, and I can't hide it.

She had to put away the lighter and give it back to beimingye. She lowered her head and sat quietly on one side, just as if she had done nothing just now, and ignored Du Qianqian's confused eyes just now.

Du Qianqian just glanced at her suspiciously, then he didn't speak. Now in this situation, even she didn't know what it was.

The manager said, "I can't see you when I sit here. It's even harder for me to pick up the cigarette."

"There's an agreement. Where can I get it? Do you want to take it or not?" Beiming night glanced at him, long fingers holding cigarettes close to thin lips, gently smoked a mouthful, then slowly spit out.

Smoke enchanting, lingering in his face, let him a face suddenly blurred up, but the more fuzzy, the more people feel mysterious, that look is more people dare not look directly at.

Manager Ye is a bit flustered. He doesn't know who he is, but it seems that he doesn't have the temperament of an ordinary person. He brings his boss to take off. This is How loud.

He has worked here for such a long time that even the boss seldom meets him. The boss only comes here a few times in a month or two, and they can't see him at will.

It's said that the boss still has many businesses outside. This advertising company is just one of them. It's hard to imagine that such a powerful role has been brought here.

In fact, he can ask the security guard to blow these people out, but I don't know why. When he saw the man smoking leisurely, he was subconsciously timid.I always feel a little afraid in my heart, and I begin to think that this man may not be the one he can afford to offend.

Seeing that they were just sitting quietly, only the man sitting on the sofa took a cigarette from time to time and took a magazine to read slowly. After a long silence, Manager Ye finally couldn't help looking at Mingke and asked, "is this talent show of Yifei group a joint venture with others?"

Mingke takes a look at him, and then he can see the panic in his heart. Is it too late for this guy to inquire about the military information?

She just smiles, but she doesn't talk.

Manager Ye is angry again. It's clearly his place. How can it be as if they are the host and he is the guest?

"I said that this agreement will be void. I'll return your deposit to you. I won't take this form. Leave your card number. Please leave."

Du Qian looked at him, still a little uneasy, but the North night and name can not speak, here where round get her mouth?

As for Mingke, just a light glance at him, he also learned from the northern night to take the magazine from one side of the shelf and read it. He was fascinated by the news and didn't even care about the time.

Manager Ye was so angry that he was even more angry. Why didn't he have the courage to ask the security guard to blow them out?

He sat at his desk, looking at the screen of his notebook, wondering whether or not to call the security guards to blow them out, or not?