"The company sent me on a business trip that night at the weekend, and I just came back today." As soon as Zhao Qianqian came into the room, she explained why she didn't come these days.

Leng Shaoheng has a kind smile on his face, but he doesn't understand why the other party has to explain so much to himself: "just came back to heyday, I'm not afraid that your boss will deduct your salary?"

after getting along with Zhao Qianqian for a long time, Leng Shaoheng has gradually seen her talent from all aspects, and she can't help being smart and sensible.

"I'm also here on business this time. The president will not deduct my salary, but will also give me a bonus." Zhao Qianqian sat on the chair opposite Leng Shaoheng, and handed the contract she brought to Leng Shaoheng: "this is Fuxin Company's assets inventory after bankruptcy. After the process is over, these belong to you."

Black folders are not expensive, and they don't get noticed anywhere else. However, when a certain kind of information is put in it and then placed on a smooth desk, its value rises with the environment and its "inner".

Leng Shaoheng is not in a hurry to open the file, folded hands, index finger gently tap.

What has become an established fact, why go there in person. Leng Shaoheng looked up at Zhao Qianqian: "in addition to this matter, director Zhao has other things to tell me."

Zhao Qianqian laughs and shakes her head: "where are so many things? I just take this opportunity to come here to be lazy, so as not to be called to do other things."

As she said that, Zhao Qianqian put away her smile and said, "I heard that Mo Mo's eye disease is very serious. Now I've been sent abroad for treatment?"

when it comes to the cold words about Mo, Leng Shaoheng's face has changed a little bit. Then she politely smiles: "we still don't talk about private affairs in the company."

Hearing Leng Shaoheng's reply, Zhao Qianqian smiles faintly. Sitting on the sofa in the office, Zhao Qianqian picked up the magazine on the coffee table and looked at it.

"In fact, there's one thing I can do for you this time." Zhao Qianqian said as she flipped through the book.

"What's the matter?" Leng Shaoheng pick eyebrows, sure enough, Zhao Qianqian in this time to find themselves, certainly will not be simple. I'm afraid it will have something to do with the consortium behind her.

Zhao Qianqian turns over the books in her hand and publishes authoritative publications on antiques. Many rich people regard antiques as a hobby. When they see rare antiques, they want to buy them and put them at home or in the office as decorations to show their high-end taste.

But few people will buy magazines about antiques, even if they are published by authoritative authorities, even if they put them in front of them, I'm afraid they won't take a look at them.

Only Leng Shaoheng is different. He not only likes antiques, but also subscribes to all the high-end magazines about antiques. And he did it not only for his own interests.

In the beginning, Leng Shaoheng came into contact with antiques for the same purpose as others, but now it must be different.

Zheng Qianqian was about to speak when she was interrupted by the door suddenly opened behind Leng Shaoheng.

"Dad." Qiqi came out from the back door, wearing a sweet princess dress, delicate like a porcelain doll.

Zhao Qianqian's face changed slightly. Fortunately, it wasn't a young girl. Looking at the interaction between father and daughter, Zhao Qianqian smiles on her face: "Qiqi, long time no see. Do you remember your aunt?"

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