Code can be treated normally.
Between eleven or two-year-old little girlfriends, they naturally want to discuss the gossip of little boys, but Song Qiaoxi only talks to Ding Miao, and is tight-lipped in front of other classmates.
"Heh, it's also difficult for you Zhao Dong, and I ran twice." My father gave a wry smile and said, "You are well informed, knowing that there is resistance to work here, so I came here on a special trip?"
"You have done a good job in publishing, let alone the whole country, people from the Hong Kong market all want to dig you, and the treatment of your group is real, and there are internal fighting...not to mention the unpleasant ones, I am not here. Do you get the moon first when you are near the water tower? With the good relationship between the two children, it’s better to start first."
Zhao Chengguang's voice was smiling, as if he took a sip of water.
He went on to say: "Editor-in-chief Song, no, Mr. Song, I'm not polite. We are all old acquaintances. You know my character for many years. The annual salary I gave you in 1999 is definitely not counted.
After the millennium, prices have gone up, and I want you to be the general manager of our group, with an annual salary of 2 million, with a special car and driver, and a three-bedroom 200 square meter duplex apartment near China World Trade Center.
The community is the same community as ours. Let's be neighbors, and it will be convenient for younger siblings and children to live there.
I am familiar with the work of my younger brothers and sisters in Beijing, and the transfer is just a greeting. However, the younger brothers and sisters will definitely be in Qizhou in the past two years, because the children are still going to school here.
I think, the children of our two families will go to high school and go back to Beijing to go to school together. "
"Cough..." Father Song gave a light cough, then smiled, "Zhao Dong, you just arranged our house clearly and plainly?"
Zhao Chenguang said: "Then President Song, will you give me this opportunity?"
Song Qiaoxi still had half of the milk in her hand, so she hadn't bothered to drink it a long time ago. She moved her buttocks nervously and rubbed her ears closer to the door.