Zhuli shook her head slightly and pursed her lips tightly.
I wanted to ask something but was frightened by his appearance.
In the back seat, her eyes glanced at the scarf he tied around his neck.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise: "Are you really wearing it?"
Jing Huaizhi didn't take it seriously and said with a chuckle, "Why don't you wear it?"
"I just think...it's beneath your status."
Zhuli's eyebrows were slightly lowered and she looked sad.
He raised his hand and pressed the top of her hair, looking at her deeply.
"You have paid leave tomorrow."
The sudden words left her confused.
Why do you ask her to rest so well? She hasn't been sick recently?
Lifting up her fair face, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up: "Boss, are you going on a date with Secretary Jiang tomorrow?"
Looking into his eyes, the eyes that were shining just now were as wilted as eggplants beaten by frost.
"Isn't it better to let you rest? Huh?"
He lowered his head helplessly and chuckled.
His approach made Zhuli suspicious, but he had no choice but to accept it first.
The next day.
When he was about to get off work, Song Lang led a group of people into the Qisi Group.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?"
The lady at the front desk saw that although he was timid, she still did not forget her job.
Song Lang waved his crutch and pushed her aside.
"It's a waste of time to make an appointment. Just open your eyes and see who I am!"
He grabbed her hair again and raised her chin to force her to look at him.
"Master, don't waste the time."
The butler behind him reminded him softly.
Song Lang thought so. He just wanted to take advantage of Jing Huaizhi's meeting with shareholders, so he came here to expose Secretary Jiang, but he was almost delayed by the small front desk.
"Hmph! Let's let you go for now."
He shook it vigorously and walked to the president's office with a cane.
boom!
The door of the conference room was kicked open.
Song Lang pretended to apologize like a normal person: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, I have something important to tell you."
Jing Huaizhi sat on the main seat, raised his eyes and glanced at him: "I'm afraid Uncle Song will have to wait for a while."
Other shareholders were a little annoyed by this sudden surprise.
"I think today is almost over, how about we get here first?"
A shareholder with gray hair and Song Lang's age took off his reading glasses and spoke slowly.
"Wait a minute."
"Mr. Jing, I'm here today to help you catch the mole."
Song Lang glanced sideways at Jiang Gardenia, who was standing next to him, with a proud smile on his lips.
"After all, we are still cooperating. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine, right?"
After saying so much, he only meant the second half of the sentence.
Jing Huaizhi put his hand on the table and tapped it twice.
"Then I'd like to thank Uncle Song."
The expression on Song Lang's face was so exciting that he almost forgot the purpose of his visit.
With a flick of her finger at the housekeeper, the video of Jiang Gardenia and Zhang Cheng's private meeting was displayed on the big screen.
"Mr. Song, that day you asked me to discuss plans for the next quarter."
Jiang Zhizi explained the reason calmly.
He ignored her words and asked the housekeeper to continue playing the pre-edited recording.
Jing Huaizhi had nothing to do, so he took a casual glance and lit a cigarette.
"Mr. Song, you really wronged me that day..."
By now, Jiang Zhizi also understood that Song Lang and Zhang Cheng had colluded together for a long time.
No, it should be earlier than that.
Qingfeng Garden.
Zhuli was lying on the sofa with her legs crossed and watching videos unscrupulously. It felt so good to have a paid vacation.
It feels like when you go to school, your parents ask for a day off but everyone is in class.
Suddenly, news came from the gossip group.
He Xiang: [Secretary Jiang seems to be fired]
Then there were a bunch of question mark faces below.
He Xiang: [I heard from people in other departments that Mr. Song from Yum Group seems to have come with evidence...]
evidence?
In an instant, Zhuli sat up from the sofa.
Could it be what happened yesterday?
Recalling the day she saw Song Lang and Zhang Cheng colluding together in the hotel, she felt uneasy.
"Secretary Jiang is the boss's man. If I can help you with this..."
"Can I ask her to keep my secret?"
"Though I'm not sure she knew anything."
Thinking this way, she quickly changed her clothes and took a taxi to the company.
Jing Huaizhi's whole body was surrounded by the smell of tobacco, and his voice was dull: "Uncle Song, do you want me to drive Secretary Jiang away?"
Seeing that things were finally on track, Song Lang tried his best to hide his pride.
"Huai Zhi, look at all the shareholders like you here, you can never keep people like this around you!"
He pretended to be kind and gave advice.
Jiang Gardenia's expression was serious, without the slightest hint of joy, anger, sorrow, or panic about being fired.
"What I told Mr. Zhang that day was, 'As for whether it's possible or not, everything depends on our Mr. Jing's arrangement.'"
But it was edited to read: OK.
"Secretary Jiang, do you have any strong evidence?"
It was the same gray-haired shareholder who spoke softly and politely.
Jiang Gardenia didn't say anything. She didn't have any evidence, but there was one person who seemed to have evidence.
It's just that it's too late to look for it now.
"Huai Zhi, you still need to choose someone more reliable around you."
Looking at her for a long time without responding, Henry Zhang also took back his only chance.
The shareholders voted unanimously to fire Secretary Jiang.
After smoking a cigarette, Jing Huaizhi finally spoke: "Uncle Zhang said, if this is the case, then let's do it according to everyone's wishes."
Song Lang squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully, looking a little uneasy.
His secretary actually opened fire just because of his words?
He always felt that things were not that simple.
Turning around, he expressed his gratitude to Song Lang again: "Thank you very much, Uncle Song."
Jing Huaizhi raised his thin lips with a gentle smile.
"I'm going to make a phone call first."
At this point, she could only go to Mu Airu for help, but she would inevitably get scolded.
"Wait!"
Outside the door, Zhuli was bent over and gasping for air.
"I have evidence to prove Secretary Jiang's innocence."
Jing Huaizhi's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot ever since he heard her voice.
She paused briefly and played yesterday's complete video and recording in front of everyone.
There was a fire in Song Lang's heart. He knew that things would not go so smoothly, so he was waiting here.
"Miss Zhu is really warm-hearted!"
He almost gritted his teeth.
In the end, everyone just thought it was a farce and were still discussing it when they left.
"Thank you." Jiang Gardenia whispered in her ear before leaving.
In an instant, only the two of them were left in the empty conference room.
Zhuli thought he would receive a compliment from him.
"Didn't I say I would take paid leave today? Why are you here now?"
Jing Huai's sinister eyes made people dare not look into them.
The atmosphere was tense.
When she spoke again, she said with a bit of trembling: "Boss, I saw that Secretary Jiang was falsely accused..."
"enough!"
A scold interrupted her.
His cold expression was so terrifying that Zhuli trembled all over.
"Don't be so smart as to think you are helping me."
"It's just shooting yourself in the foot."
