*I actually don't have any reasonable excuses for not writing the text today. It's just that I'm tired and lazy and don't want to move. So I plan to take a chapter of gratitude and make up the number (debt falls like a mountain, repayment is like shreds). With one wave, I was granted six months of maternity leave (writing like giving birth, nothing wrong).
1. As an independent woman with a smooth career, Zhu Minglang is secretly proud of her self-control. Regardless of her emotions, attitudes, language expressions, clothes, postures, and the strength of handshake, all under her meticulous control, they together form an image of a capable, steady and capable professional.
On this day, when she walks briskly and walks towards the conference room with her back holding the computer straight, she knows that everything will follow the procedures she is familiar with: meeting customers, listening to requests, conducting preliminary discussions... Today's new customers seem to be particularly important , So it is natural to ask capable people.
2. Striding into the meeting room, Zhu Minglang smiled, and glanced around the boss, colleagues, new customers at the meeting table...then his feet were soft and he slipped out under the chair.
3. She sat on the ground with her computer in her arms, counted five Mississippi's time, but failed to summon the courage to stand up from the table again. I'm about to see him again when I stand up. Who has the courage to look at him twice?
4. The boss bent over and poked his head, his face was full of pain and understanding. "Little Zhu," he said in a particularly sensible way, "I understand, I just... do you want me to greet you?"
5. Zhu Minglang said he could. The two battles stood up again and climbed into the chair tremblingly. She was only one step late, and the seat facing the new client was left to her-her eyes had been blurred by tears for some time. It was completely physiological tears, uncontrollable, like being stabbed. A knife will naturally bleed. In the dim vision, a figure made up of pitch black and pale, sitting motionless on the opposite chair, was so thin that it was only a touch, but it seemed to crush the second half of the conference room and was about to sink into the abyss.
6. "You, you, you... hello." When Zhu Minglang spoke, he actually had a bungee jumping feeling. Although it is terrible, but this feeling...not bad. It seems that in front of a new client, she discovered that her world was made of 2D and paper-cut. Only the place where she was sitting was the entrance to a vast and colorful new world. Who can hold back not to take a closer look? "Excuse me..."
7. Her efforts to communicate died under a stare from the other party. The boss was sweaty, and finally remembered to push her a document, which seemed to be a sorted out of customer requests. After Zhu Minglang finished watching, he watched it again.
8. "This... the purchase of such a large piece of land will be completed within six months, and architectural design, bidding, and construction are still to be done... How can this be done..." Zhu Minglang was naturally faced with the familiar work. One point, I can't help but forget: "At least two or three—"
9. Kicking her under the boss table reminded her of what she was doing.
10. A life-saving grace, boss.
11. Zhu Minglang wanted to ask the other party's company, but felt that this question was not suitable for the current situation. In fact, any sentence used in business communication in the past seems to be inappropriate to come up with. This was simply an impossible project, and there was nothing else to say; she sat in the same place, feeling that the eyes of all the people in the house-especially new customers-were focused on herself, and the cold sweat quickly wetted the suit, and her brain The more anxious Zhongyue is, the more blank it is. After thinking for a long time, he blurted out the question: "Where are you from? What is your last name? Look, you seem to be quite young, and I don't know if you have a family..."
12. The reason why she blurted it out is because these are the truths in her heart, and they are all the messages she most want to know. The more terrible you are, the more you want to know. If you know it, you might not be afraid.
13. The new customer slowly put his elbows on the table, and in the silent meeting room, the dark leather creaked twice. Zhu Minglang felt his boss kicked his calf.
14. "Within six months, provide me with such a building." His voice was dark and soft, clearly coming from the opposite side, but it seemed as if a cloudy wind was blowing from behind. "I don't care how you do it," he paused, and said, "Also, there is no money."
15.Wait, Zhu Minglang raised his head slashingly, the nature of a professional man appeared-he lowered his head quickly and said, "How can I ask for your money."
16. The new customer is very satisfied. "The reward I give you is your own life. After six months, you will be alive."
17....Alright.
18. Zhu Minglang has never participated in such a strange business meeting, but at last the talk was over—as for the implementation in the future, I will talk about it later—she stood up diligently and took the initiative to open the door to the new customer. Not because she was polite, but because she shuddered to the point that her tail vertebrae were numb when she thought that new customers would walk by her at close range; when she is alive, can she be worthy of her own experience?
19. I don't know when, two dumb-looking men and women stood at the door. As soon as the new client steps out, they immediately turn around with his footsteps, and their actions seem to be as tacit and smooth as they have been trained many times. Zhu Minglang's ears were sharp, and he heard one of them say: "My father, my lord."
20. Zhu Minglang froze in place, the trembling and tingling feeling had not faded for a while; when she reacted, the new customers were gone. She gritted her teeth and made up her mind, took off her high heels, threw it away, and chased after her leg.
21. Can the father accept an extra girl?
Chapter end
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