Thursday noon, Lujiazui. In the office area of the Minsheng Bank branch, bank employees are busy one by one.
Branch president Mo Yanbo came out of the conference room with a big belly, returned to his office with a water glass, refilled some water at the water dispenser, sat behind the large desk, and enjoyed the pleasant time before get off work.
Later, he received a call from Song Yan, the boss of his big client "Dayan Entertainment". He chatted for a few words to find out what Mr. Song meant. After thinking about it, he pressed the internal phone number and called his general Huan Fei and the financial department manager. Account manager Chen Qingshuang called in.
After a while, two beauties wearing Minsheng Bank uniforms walked in. The leader was a slim young woman with a melon-shaped face, fair skin, and a height of about 170cm. She smiled before she spoke, full of a moist and charming young woman's style.
Following her was Chen Qingshuang. She is 1.72 meters tall, wearing small high heels, and has fair skin. The domineering and hot figure is hidden by bulky winter clothes. But she is still a first-class beauty.
Her black hair was tied up. Wearing a lavender silk scarf, she has a dignified and quiet temperament. The smooth oval face has a very standard etiquette smile. The 23-year-old girl is obviously better than Huan Fei, a beautiful young woman.
Huan Fei smiled and said: "Mo Xing, are you looking for us?"
"Yes." Mo Yanbo nodded with a smile, his eyes sliding over Chen Qingshuang's beautiful face, and he was filled with admiration in his heart. Chen Qingshuang has been working in his bank for more than a year and is known as the golden flower of the Shanghai branch. Of course he saw how little girls dressed in the summer. That figure, that fierceness, those legs. I guess the young people in the industry used their eyes to notice her.
If he were a few years younger, he would definitely find a way to get her into bed. Now, just take a look. He has worked in the financial industry for a long time and is well-informed. Some beautiful women can really kill men.
This is crucial, firstly, in terms of career management. Excessive demands are a headache. Another one refers to the body. There is no doubt that Chen Qingshuang belongs to the latter. From his point of view, this is definitely the best.
He can't afford it with his old bones.
"Huan Fei, Xiao Chen, it's like this. Mr. Song, a big client in the industry, called just now and asked about the 5 million financial products recommended to him last time. He wants to hear your introduction again in the afternoon. You guys will contact Young Master Song later and try to get this order."
"Okay, Mo Xing."
After Huan Fei and Chen Qingshuang went out, Mo Yanbo drank tea leisurely. Whether or not to take it down, and how to take it down, is their business. As a leader, he only needs to "clearly distinguish rewards and punishments."
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"Xiao Chen, come with me." Huan Fei walked into a small conference room with Chen Qingshuang on high heels, checked the equipment, and closed the door. The smile on his face slowly faded, "I'm going to discuss financial products with Mr. Song this afternoon. I don't want your unpleasant experience to affect his attitude. Do you understand?"
The tone was somewhat condescending. It seems to contain something else. How many beautiful women can get along well with each other? There are a lot of incidents where the beauties of the music conservatory compete with each other on piano and singing. What's more, in the workplace?
Chen Qingshuang still had the polite smile of a newbie, with a quiet temperament, looked at Huan Fei with bright eyes and said, "I know."
Huan Fei looked at Chen Qingshuang's beautiful face, folded her hands across her chest, and said with a little sarcasm: "No. I don't think you know." After saying that, she walked forward, leaned against Chen Qingshuang, and whispered in her ear. Said: "In the afternoon, if Mr. Song asks you to wear a swimsuit and swim with him in the constant-temperature swimming pool, would you be willing?"
Chen Qingshuang took a half step back, pursed her lips, and did not answer. When she was brought by President Mo to lobby Mr. Jing, Mr. Jing once asked her if this was the first time she had done this kind of lobbying. She said no. The first time she participated in lobbying Song Yan, the boss of "Dayan Entertainment". Very handsome, a rich second generation. She tried to manipulate him and negotiate a better condition for herself. But Song Yan finally chose the one with Huan Fei.
Huan Fei's momentum gained the upper hand, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She changed the topic and said charmingly: "Qingshuang, I'm not telling you, how much is the salary in the bank? How hard is the life of the working-class people here in Shanghai? You have it yourself? experience.
Do you know how much Mr. Song gave me that time? Give me 50,000 yuan for one night with him. Moreover, he is still so young, handsome and skilled. Geez, my sister is eating and taking it all. Are you willing to be pressured by a fat old man in the future? "
Chen Qingshuang whispered: "Sister Huan, what do you want to say?"
Huan Fei said straightforwardly: "I'm calling Mr. Song to make an appointment for dinner now. If you are willing, just follow me. If not, just don't go. Otherwise, you will spoil my good deeds. I will go out of my way to make this order today." Take it down."
Chen Qingshuang blinked, "Sister Huan, I'll think about it."
Huan Fei sneered and dialed Song Yan's cell phone directly. The moment the call was connected, the expression on her pretty face quickly turned into a warm smile, and she said softly and charmingly: "Young Master Song, good morning..."
After Barbara finished speaking, we made an appointment for lunch at "Mingxuan". This is a Chinese restaurant that specializes in Shanghai cuisine and Cantonese cuisine. Excellent taste. There are a total of four stores in Magic City. Song Yan decided on a store here in Pudong.
Huan Fei smiled, patted Chen Qingshuang's arm meaningfully, turned and left the conference room. She just said clearly on the phone, "Mr. Song, Xiao Chen said that she wants to consider whether to go over for lunch." And Song Yan's reply was, "Let her go." She didn't seem to care much about Chen Qingshuang. Play hard to get.
Looking at Huan Fei's back, Chen Qingshuang curled her lips in disdain. Huan Fei's reaction was as expected. Moreover, it was only 50,000, I thought it was too much!
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Chen Qingshuang said she wanted to think about it, but in fact she had an appointment early at noon. After getting off work, she declined invitations from several colleagues to have dinner, hailed a taxi at the door and went directly to No. 3 on the Bund across the Huangpu River. In the "Wangjiang Tower" on the top floor, I saw Jing Gao, who had arrived early and was sitting at the dining table.
"Mr. Jing, I'm sorry, I'm late." Chen Qingshuang carried her handbag and sat down at the dining table wearing a Minsheng Bank uniform. Because of this uniform, it attracted the attention of many diners. She is indeed a very nice beauty.
This restaurant is known as the place for marriage proposals in Shanghai. The per capita income is 3,200 yuan. Western food tastes very good. The environment is elegant and the restaurant overlooks the beautiful view of the Huangpu River.
Jing Gao turned down Song Yan's dinner, since he had already made an appointment with Chen Qingshuang. The time for him to come to Magic City has basically been completed. After visiting Professor Wei tomorrow morning, he will return to the capital. Accompany Weiwei for two more days before she leaves the capital for vacation.
Now, of course, I came to see the fish he kept in the pond. He would not use Chen Qingshuang's job to seduce her. But there is still no problem in communicating in private. I have a good chat with her on WeChat and occasionally send her red envelopes. The largest red envelope is 100,000.
"It's not too late. This is the time for you to get off work." Jing Gao made a gesture, called the waiter, and ordered: "Let's serve the food."
"Okay. Please wait."
Chen Qingshuang poured a small half glass of red wine from the decanter for Jing Gao, placed it in front of Jing Gao, and said, "Mr. Jing, let me tell you something that just happened to me. Don't laugh at me."
Jing Gao just smiled, sat at the square table covered with white tablecloth, raised his glass and asked, "What's the matter?"
Chen Qingshuang whispered: "Mo Bank assigned me and a colleague a task. In the afternoon, we are going to find a rich young man to sell a five million wealth management fund. My colleague disliked me being in the way and gave me two choices, or we can go together at noon. Go have dinner with the rich young man. Or don’t ruin her good deeds this afternoon."
Chen Qingshuang came to have lunch with him at noon, so the choice was obvious. Of course, her motives may not be pure when she says this. A little girl's scheming: self-importance. Jing Gao felt like a mirror in his mind. He took a sip of red wine and joked: "With your appearance and figure, would anyone think that you are in the way?"
Chen Qingshuang chuckled and said in a low voice: "My colleague and Mr. Song have slept together a long time ago. If I don't agree to make a deal with Mr. Song, I will certainly be considered an eyesore if I go over to talk about work in the afternoon. You know where they are going to talk. Huh? Haha, my colleague has been married for two years."
Jing Gao understood it as soon as he heard it. Unspoken rules! Where can we talk about it? Smiling, he asked casually, "Who is Mr. Song? Let me see if I recognize him?"
Chen Qingshuang said: "Song Yan from Dayan Entertainment."
What? Jing Gao narrowed his eyes slightly. This "news" came very suddenly.
