Doubt is doubt, work still needs to be done.
Dong Yiqing had completed the first and second forms last Friday, but the third form had not yet been started. This is not because she is lazy, but because Zhang Yingfei rarely explains clearly when explaining her work.
Occasionally, Dong Yiqing could understand if he couldn't explain clearly once or twice, but every time he couldn't explain clearly, Dong Yiqing couldn't help but suspect that Zhang Yingfei might not know what he wanted.
Zhang Yingfei himself knew this problem, so every time he asked Dong Yiqing to help her organize the files, mainly because the things Dong Yiqing made were closer to what he wanted.
Dong Yiqing sorted out her thoughts, considered several points that Zhang Yingfei might be concerned about, and refined the key contents of the first two forms before starting to write.
There was no one in the office on Sunday, not even Zhang Yingfang who often worked overtime. Dong Yiqing was very efficient. In less than two hours, she had finished the first draft.
Being a perfectionist and slightly obsessive-compulsive, she quickly estimated that she should be able to finish the second draft in another hour. Just as she was about to stand up and get herself a cup of coffee, the phone on the table buzzed, and it was Zhang Shuo calling.
She was unwilling to answer and worried that something was really wrong with the other party, so she reluctantly pressed the answer button.
"Hey, have you finished? Everyone is here now, and everyone is waiting for you." Zhang Shuo's tone was slightly impatient.
"I really don't have time." Dong Yiqing was very annoyed with this kind of situation where she had to reject something repeatedly, with obvious displeasure in her tone.
Zhang Shuo immediately heard the dissatisfaction in her mood and quickly changed his words: "Aren't they just those forms? My uncle said you don't need to do it anymore. Che Lizi worked overtime yesterday to help him finish it."
Dong Yiqing's heart sank. She was about to speak but swallowed it back. She deliberately wrote lightly: "I have already finished those forms."
Zhang Shuoqi asked: "Then what are you doing in the company?"
Dong Yiqing didn't want to make any unnecessary explanations, and just wanted to end the topic quickly: "Mr. Fang asked me to sort out some contracts."
"That's it." Zhang Shuo's tone immediately relaxed, "What should I do? The most important thing for the company next week is the first half-year shareholders' meeting. If my aunt didn't ask you to be busy with this matter, it wouldn't be an important task. "Hurry downstairs." He couldn't help but said, "I'm just downstairs in the company."
Dong Yiqing was stunned: "Are you downstairs?"
"Yes, if you don't go, it will be difficult for me to communicate with my uncle. Or, do you want my uncle to pick you up in person?" Zhang Shuo said, half joking and half serious, "That's okay, I'll give it to him right now. When calling, just say it's you who told me and ask him to pick him up in person."
Dong Yiqing knew that these uncles and nephews could really do such a thing. It seemed that it was impossible not to go to the family dinner today.
Dong Yiqing really didn't want to make an originally simple thing so complicated. Since the other party strongly insisted, I went over and clicked the knot, said a few words, then left, and went home to continue sorting out the second version of the third form. Even if Zhang Yingfei didn't use the forms she made herself, at least she was familiar with the company's business, products and important financial data, as well as information about upstream and downstream affiliated companies and the entire industry, which was of no harm to her.
There is no road traveled in vain, no effort paid in vain.
"Then just wait for me, I'll go downstairs right now." Dong Yiqing no longer insisted.
"Okay." Zhang Shuo sat in the car, nodding and rubbing his hands with a smirk on his lips.
While Dong Qiangqiang was studying with gusto the dozen or so sets of product manuals for popular stock options issued by Commerzbank that Duanmu sent him, someone downstairs rang his doorbell.
When he asked the visitor's name, there was only the sound of heavy breathing coming from the door intercom, but no one answered.
Dong Qiangqiang thought it was the boring German kid downstairs who was causing a prank, so he ignored it and continued to focus on his reading. After reading more than a dozen sets of materials, he became more and more fond of options products and felt that this kind of financial investment product was really a treasure with low risks and high returns. Of course, he also knew in his heart that the prerequisite for the treasure was to judge the right direction. If he looked completely in the opposite direction, the treasure would become useless in an instant.
The instruction manual not only introduces ordinary option products, but also explains many more option products derived from ordinary options, such as barrier options. The cost and risk of such options are higher than ordinary options, but the potential investment returns cannot be underestimated.
Dong Qiangqiang was reading the explanation and the technical indicators of Volkswagen stock when the doorbell screamed in disgust again.
"Who is it?" Dong Qiangqiang thought it was a German kid with a crotch, "Speak!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the door opening coming from the intercom, and at the same time the voice of the drunkard brother who lived on the first floor: "Who are you looking for?"
Dong Qiangqiang was stunned and hurried out of the room, holding on to the stair railing and looking down. He vaguely saw a person on the first floor of the stairs looking up.
The upstairs was brighter than the one downstairs, but Dong Qiangqiang didn't see what the other party looked like.
"This is the money we made from selling things." Shang Cambridge said as he handed a stack of banknotes to Yu Jianghai. The denominations of the banknotes were not large, and they were almost all in denominations of 5 marks and 10 marks. "You count."
Yu Jianghai quickly finished counting and raised his eyebrows: "That's all?"
"Here are the extra two hundred marks and the ticket price for tonight." Shang Cambridge handed Yu Jianghai another batch of banknotes. Yu Jianghai reached out to take the money, but Shang Cambridge did not let go.
Yu Jianghai immediately retracted his hand and looked back coldly. A man taller and stronger than him walked up to his monk Cambridge.
"Li Junfeng, your third person." Yu Jianghai spoke coldly, tilting his head and looking at the money in Shang Cambridge's hand.
Shang Cambridge held the money with two fingers and gently stuffed it into Yu Jianghai's jacket pocket.
Yu Jianghai and Li Junfeng ducked to the left and right, and a dark door appeared behind them.
Shang Cambridge took a deep breath, opened the door first and walked in. Shang Oxford took two quick steps, followed his brother, and slipped through the door.
Yu Jianghai glanced at Li Junfeng meaningfully. Li Junfeng nodded and entered the door without saying a word.
Yu Jianghai was the last one to walk into the black door.
The metal handle of the black door slowly turned twice and was locked from the inside.
After Dong Yiqing sent the draft of the third form to her mailbox, she dragged her suitcase downstairs.
What Zhang Shuo drove today was not his usual favorite Mercedes-Benz Jeep, but a red BMW convertible.
Before Dong Yiqing could fully fasten her seat belt, the sports car jumped out with a strange scream.
After running wildly on the asphalt road in the city for more than ten minutes, the sports car finally stopped at a traffic light. Coincidentally, a Frankfurt city tourist bus also stopped in front of the traffic light. A busload of Chinese tourists stretched out the window to look at Dong Yiqing, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Dong Yiqing put on her sunglasses depressedly.
As soon as the green light flashed, the sports car flew out again like an arrow leaving the string.
(Special thanks for this chapter: Zhao’s clan members’ recommendation votes)
