Chapter 395

With that, Qi Yuanzhe's smiling eyes unconsciously glanced at the present director Wang.

The latter was sitting in the same place with frown, which made Qi Yuanzhe admire director Wang's acting skills. He was worried that director Wang's disguise was not natural.

But now, it seems, he's worried a little more.

And sitting in the position of director Wang saw Qi Yuanzhe come in, also full of melancholy looking at him.

What Qi Yuanzhe told him before had not been spread yet. As a result, rumors spread all over the place in one night. He had to wonder if Qi Yuanzhe tried to test him with this incident again?

Or did he find someone else in advance for insurance?

Director Wang glanced at Qi Yuanzhe's beaming brow and pondered for a moment, then his worries disappeared.

It seems that Qi Yuanzhe is quite sure about this matter, so he doesn't have to care about it.

Just thinking about it, Qi Yuanzhe distributed the materials he had found to every director.

"I've sent someone to check this matter thoroughly. All the leaked information comes from a company. What's the specific situation? I haven't found it yet. I should..."

"This is Qi Qingfeng's company."

Before Qi Yuanzhe finished, some directors saw the clue. "This company, I remember, is a small company under Qi Qingfeng's hands, but the benefit is very considerable."

"Ah, this pickpocket is smart and ruthless. He knows how to pick fat."

Conference room cold not Ding spread out such a sentence, immediately all people's eyes attracted the past.

The director who opened his mouth was obviously stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and said with a little embarrassment, "why, did I say something wrong?"

"This director, how do you know that the person who does this is an insider?"

Qi Yuanzhe's dark eyes sank and he looked at the director.

Unexpectedly, the director sniffed and snorted, "these are top secret treatments. If they are not internal people, how can they know?"

Almost everyone in the room nodded in agreement.

"What's more, it's not accessible to all levels of employees." The director's words undoubtedly brought new ideas to the people present.

Everyone looked at each other, hesitated and asked: "would that be the person who helps Qi Qingfeng manage the company?"

"Yes, yes, he is a foreigner. Who knows Ann's heart?"

"Qi Qingfeng is now in a coma. He doesn't mean to leave a way for himself!"

……

One after another, the sound of suspicion suddenly filled the entire conference room, and everyone who had been in a panic was even more nervous.

"Old lady, you need to make up your mind quickly!"

Suddenly, a person sitting next to Mrs. Qi said, "if you wait for ye ran to sell all the top secret information of Qi family, we will be finished!"

"Yes, old lady, please think of something quickly!" Others, hearing the words, also urged Mrs. Qi to come along.

"What can I do for an old lady?" Mrs. Qi frowned and digested the information.

Almost all of them said their own guesses. Even Qi Yuanzhe has no substantial evidence to prove that the person who resells confidential documents is Ye ran.

"No matter what happened, send someone to call ye ran back first," said Mrs. Qi with a sigh

Speaking of this, Mrs. Qi got up slowly and stood up. She had never felt so tired.

In the past, when Qi Qingfeng didn't have an accident, this kind of thing never needed her old woman to do. For the first time, Mrs. Qi hoped that Qi Qingfeng would be safe.

Sighed again, old Mrs. Qi turned around and left.

Naturally, other directors can't say anything more. They can only arrange according to what Mrs. Qi said.

In the evening, the wind swept the busy streets with cool gusts.

A pure black car slowly stopped under the tall building, but in a moment, the door of the main driving position opened, and a man in a black suit came down from the car and then quickly trotted to the back of the car.

Bowing to open the back door, a side face suddenly appeared. He looked up at the man who was opening the door for him. He was dissatisfied. Then he took off the sunglasses he had been wearing and got up to get out of the car.

"Manager, it's here." The man in the black suit whispered.

"Of course I know!" The man who was called the manager glared at the man impatiently, then strode forward and approached the hospital gate.

The road in front of the hospital was crowded with people. The more the manager walked in, the more his face sank.

Now there is such a big event in the company. Everyone is busy calculating how many cases are left in his hands, but he is pushed out to find what

Ye ran? Oh, even if we find it, what can we do after questioning? Can the losses of the department be recovered?

Can he recover the cooperation he lost?

He thought, step by step more and more big step meteor rise, until walked to the hospital gate.

Fortunately, someone had informed the hospital before he came, so the bodyguard at the door didn't stop him, so he let go.

Soon, they came to the elevator entrance, looking at the display board constantly changing red numbers, only to feel a headache. He frowned, stared at him closely, then turned slightly, looked at the bodyguard who had been standing silently behind him but was in charge of leading the way and asked, "what floor is Ye ran on?"

The bodyguard didn't answer, but went directly to block the elevator door that was about to be closed, let the manager go first, and then pressed the number of a certain floor.

Although the manager was a little unhappy, he didn't say anything more after all. The elevator rose slowly and soon reached the floor where ye ran was.

Different from the roar of people on the road outside the hospital, the environment here is very quiet, and no one walked by.

The manager walked steadily, first a few steps in front of him, then his eyes motioned for the bodyguard to lead the way, and finally stopped in front of a VIP ward deep in the corridor.

"Dudu" bodyguard is very smart to knock on the door first. After the manager coughs a little and arranges the collar slightly, he is full of gas, which just happens to push the door under the permission of Ye ran.

At a glance, the manager saw Ye ran sitting at a huge desk.

He was wearing a light gray suit and a pair of thin gold rimmed glasses. He was looking over a document, but he never looked up.

Such a "no one else's eyes" appearance makes the manager who is already upset add a little anger.

He went straight to Ye Ran's face, his hands around his chest, looked down at him, stabilized his voice, and said, "Ye ran, right?"