Chapter 372： Don't bully honest people 05 ┃ Zhuang · Fire Extinguisher · Li

Zhuang Li took the coffee to the door of the CEO's office and knocked on the door with the case of the folder.

There was still scolding inside, but there was no response.

Zhuang Li knocked on the door again, and Feng Ming's extremely impatient voice sounded: "Come in!"

Zhuang Li turned to look at Manager Zhou, and Manager Zhou, who was sweating in cold sweat, hurriedly helped him open the door.

A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of Feng Ming's desk to be reprimanded. The makeup on her face was already spent crying, but it was not difficult to see her delicate appearance. Her dress was also carefully designed. The narrow hip-packed skirt perfectly outlined her graceful body curve.

This is not a garment for work.

Zhuang Li looked into the woman's eyes, and as expected, he found annoyance, frustration, and a trace of ambition that was hard to hide.

Therefore, she did not forget the kind reminders of several colleagues, but wanted to attract the attention of the president. It's a pity that Feng Ming's rules can't be broken by anyone, and he doesn't have the heart to pity Xiangxiyu at all.

He was scolding the woman mercilessly at the moment, and when he heard the footsteps, he twisted his thick black eyebrows and looked at him with a very bad expression.

He was originally very cold and hard-headed. At first glance, he was not a good-tempered person. When he was angry, he looked like a lion, giving others a very heavy sense of oppression.

The cold sweat on Manager Zhou's forehead has condensed into a small stream.

However, Zhuang Li bowed forward and gently placed the saucer containing coffee, creamer, clips, spoons, and sugar cubes on the table.

"President Feng, calm down." His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, his long and narrow eyes were slightly curved, and gentle comfort slowly flowed from the dark pupils.

This is an extremely handsome man, as well as a quiet, elegant and composed man.

Seeing this pleasing face, and being stared at by the other party's gaze that was warm like a winter sun, Feng Ming, who was furious, slowly calmed down.

He stopped scolding and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm a new special assistant. I can translate this document for you within half an hour. Don't worry, sit and wait for me for a while, have a cup of coffee, and the video conference later will not be delayed." Zhuang Li reached out and pushed forward the saucer holding the coffee cup.

He speaks at an unhurried pace, very indifferent, with a slight smile in his clear and warm voice, which has the magic power to soothe some anxiety.

The anger in Feng Ming's eyes was extinguished before he knew it. He stared at his eyes hidden behind the lenses and asked, "These chemicals are all technical terms, can you understand them?"

French, like English, is a language you learn more and more. Every time a new thing appears, they will invent a new word, so that the number of words keeps growing, and eventually there is almost no way to communicate across disciplines, because many technical terms and proper nouns are not seen by people who are not in their majors. do not know.

Most of the raw materials in the cosmetics manufacturing industry are chemicals or plant extracts, etc. People who are not proficient in related fields see this information is equivalent to seeing a book from heaven. Even someone who has lived in France for decades would not have dared to boast that it would be translated.

Feng Ming's worry is not without reason.

Zhuang Li pulled out the chair and sat opposite him, his tone still gentle and calm: "No problem, please wait a moment, I'll be fine in a moment, can I borrow the computer?"

He reached out his hand politely and pointed to the laptop on the table.

"You can use it." Feng Ming immediately moved the computer to his hand, and his tone calmed down unconsciously.

"Thank you." Zhuang Li nodded with a smile, looked at his angered face again, then picked up the small clip, put two sugar cubes into the coffee cup, stirred it gently, and said calmly : "Drink something sweet to ease the mood."

Feng Ming didn't say a word, just stared at his hand stirring the coffee.

This hand was fair, slender, and impeccably beautiful. The smooth skin was as moist as jade, like a work of art.

Zhuang Li noticed his attention, but didn't mind it, pushed the coffee cup forward again, and began to quickly translate the document.

In just an instant, the entire office was filled with the sound of fingertips hitting the keyboard.

The rhythm of this voice is extremely fast, extremely dense, and extremely light, like the spring rain, which makes people feel more at ease.

Feng Ming's anxious mood was further appeased, and when he caught a glimpse of Manager Zhou and the young woman standing aside, he waved his hands and motioned for them to leave first.

The two quickly escaped from the office as if they were amnesty.

Feng Ming stared at Zhuang Li's serious face for a while, then stood up, silently walked around the desk, walked behind him, and checked his progress.

The next moment, Feng Ming opened his eyes wide, showing a surprised expression.

I saw that the special assistant actually translated the first page of information in a very short time. Those technical terms that ordinary people can't understand at all can't be difficult for him. The speed of his mind conversion is unbelievable, and the speed of typing is unparalleled.

The text on the computer screen does not seem to be typed by a human, but more like it is automatically generated by a computer program. They appeared line by line, and in the blink of an eye, they were already densely packed, and there was no mistake.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Feng Ming would have thought that this document was entered into some automatic translation software, and then converted it into Chinese in one second.

He was stunned.

However, Zhuang Li was still able to do two things with one mind. He glanced up at him and asked with a smile, "Don't worry about it now?"

His tone was very soothing, very gentle, like soothing a crying child.

For some reason, Feng Ming's face became hot, and this enthusiasm was rapidly burning his ears.

He coughed, and then said a hoarse "um".

Zhuang Li quickly translated the document while comforting: "Sit down and drink coffee, don't worry."

Feng Ming hummed again, but stood still and didn't move.

For some reason, he wanted to look at the man more closely.

At this moment, Sun Tesuke knocked on the door and whispered: "President Feng, we unlocked Xiao Li's computer, but we couldn't find the file. Xiao Li should have stored it in his laptop. I have sent People have gone to Xiao Li's house, and they will send the documents over there."

"Can I make it in half an hour?" Feng Ming walked to the door and deliberately lowered his voice.

"We'll try our best." Special assistant Sun had a look of embarrassment on his face.

Xiao Li lives far away, and it takes at least 40 minutes to go there.

Feng Ming turned his head to look at Zhuang Li who was typing, and waved his hand: "That's fine, he's already translating."

"Can you really turn it out? There are dozens of pages of information!" Sun Tesuke widened his eyes in surprise.

"He can." Feng Ming said firmly.

Sun Tesuke was still full of disbelief, but he didn't have the guts to throw cold water on the president at this time. Anyway, he was mentally prepared to cancel the meeting after half an hour.

Feng Ming waved his hand and drove away Tesuke Sun, then continued to stand beside Zhuang Li, bending over to look at him.

But Zhuang Li stopped typing at this moment, threw two more sugar cubes into the coffee cup, and comforted: "Drinking something sweet will make you feel better."

In fact, Feng Ming's mood has improved, but he is used to having a cold face, so others can't see it.

He picked up the coffee and took two sips, his thick eyebrows frowned immediately, as if he hated the taste, but he sighed in his heart: It's so sweet!

Zhuang Li continued typing, took time to glance at him, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Feng Ming said with a cold face: "It's not good. I don't like to eat too sweet things."

"But I like to eat." Zhuang Li emphasized: "The sweeter the better."

Feng Ming struggled for a while before he changed his mind, "It's alright, I'll get used to it after a few sips."

He had no idea that he was subconsciously courting the stranger in front of him. He has always been very assertive, and even somewhat arbitrary, he actually started to go along with the other party's words.

Zhuang Li raised his head and glanced at him with a smile.

With just this look, Feng Ming's mood became more relaxed and a little more satisfied. He moved his swivel chair from the desk to Zhuang Li, sat quietly beside him, and stared at the man.

He likes this quiet and peaceful state now. This man occupies his territory, but does not arouse his discomfort and rejection at all.

"Can you make me a cup of coffee too?" Zhuang Li suddenly said.

The last sentence "Is it okay?" is not like a request, but more like a coquettish and murmur between lovers, with a slight sweetness and a small hook.

Feng Ming couldn't tell what kind of feeling this was. However, when he was sent by Zhuang Li like this, his heart beat wildly for a moment, and then it was an uncontrollable excitement.

He himself didn't know why.

"What coffee do you want to drink?" Feng Ming asked in a low voice.

"Whatever, just put more sugar." Zhuang Li replied without raising his head.

Feng Ming walked outside and turned around like a headless fly.

Sun Tesuke quickly asked, "Mr. Feng, what are you looking for?"

"Where is the tea room? I want to make a cup of coffee." Feng Ming kept turning his head, with a bit of annoyance on his face. It's too useless to do this.

"Go back to the office and wait. I'll bring in the brewed coffee." Te Assistant Sun said graciously.

"I want to make it myself, where is the tea room?" Feng Ming insisted.

Tesuke Sun had to take him to the pantry and tell him where the instant coffee and coffee beans were placed.

Feng Ming took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, studied the dazzling variety of coffee beans, and picked the best one to start grinding.

Sun Tesuke looked at his busy back, then ran back to the president's office to look at Zhuang Li, who was immersed in typing, and couldn't help complaining: "Did these two take the wrong script? Who is the president and who is the assistant? "

"If you can help President Feng solve his immediate needs, he can also be your assistant once," a female secretary whispered.

In order to improve the quality of products, Feng Ming exhausted his contacts and finally negotiated with one of the largest suppliers in France about importing high-quality raw materials. The sale will determine whether the company's next production plan can go smoothly.

Without high-quality raw materials, what can Yilan do to make better cosmetics?

So the video conference after half an hour is very important for the company.

This was also the reason why Feng Ming was furious.

Manager Zhou waited uneasily outside, and asked tremblingly, "Can Zhuang Li do it?"

"Let me tell you the truth, I translate dozens of pages of documents full of technical terms in half an hour. Unless he is a superman, he will not be able to catch up." Sun Tezhu shook his head, very pessimistic about this.