Jiang Danfeng put down his lipstick and stood in front of the washstand. He looked at the images of his long and bright hair in the mirror, his skin as snow, his eyes as clear as fire, and his red lips as fire. He felt that every cell in his body was leaping, exuding vitality and joy, making himself more perfect and making the world particularly beautiful.

"Danfeng, what are you doing inside? Are you okay?"

"Okay." Jiang Danfeng blew a kiss to himself in the mirror, then opened the bathroom door and said, "Xiaowei, lend me your eyebrow pencil."

Zheng Weiwei is a somewhat thin girl. She held the toothbrush with the squeezed toothpaste and looked at her strangely and asked, "Didn't you say you won't look at your eyebrows after you go to work?"

The bathroom was a little narrow. Jiang Danfeng gave up his seat sideways and walked outside the door. Feng Qingyun said calmly: "I was dismissed by President Du yesterday."

He Xiaomei, who was packing her clothes on the balcony, was surprised and turned around and asked, "Is it true or false? Why?"

"Of course it's true." Jiang Danfeng hummed a cheerful tone, swayed his body and walked into his bedroom, took out a colorful dress, and said with a smile: "I bought this in Thailand in May. I haven't had the chance to wear it. Now I can finally wear it."

He Xiaomei was not only happy to see that she lost her job, but was also very happy and a little confused. Zheng Weiwei and Jiang Danfeng had been together for four years and were very familiar with her temperament and habits. She laughed and scolded: "Look at your slut! There must be something good. Did you get promoted and get a better job?"

"No, I'll continue to be a private secretary for Mr. Du." Jiang Danfeng walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall of the living room, and while trying on his skirt, he said: "The administrative manager is tired, annoying and annoying. He can't wear it too casually. I haven't wanted to do it anymore. Now I've been dismissed, and I'm relaxed and leisurely. I wear whatever I want and can go abroad frequently. It's so cool."

"The villain succeeds!"

He Xiaomei is just a high school graduate. She is very inferior in Snapdragon, where college students gather, and becomes worried. She frowned and asked, "Sister Danfeng, you are no longer a manager, what should I do? Will I be fired?"

"It's okay, I won't be a manager anymore. Someone has to do administrative work. Mr. Du is very satisfied with your job and will not fire you." Jiang Danfeng comforted her and asked, "Have you ever had any conflicts with the new Yang Fan a few days ago?"

"Yang Fan?" He Xiaomei thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "I have greeted him several times, but I have never had any conflicts. What's wrong?"

"He is a senior talent poached by President Du. He was doing an undercover inspection in the company a few days ago. He signed a formal contract last night and will serve as senior vice president of Snapdragon. From now on, you will be his subordinate."

"Damn, you Mr. Du is really sinister. He is a lover who is a special undercover agent." Zheng Weiwei jumped out of the bathroom and questioned: "Did you get your braided with a little braid by him, so you were dismissed?"

"Tsk! How could he catch my little braid?" Jiang Danfeng snorted hatefully, stood in front of the mirror with his waist on his waist like a princess, and said proudly: "I am open-minded, pure and innocent, and I don't have a little braid to let him catch it."

"Innocence?" Zheng Weiwei sneered, stepped forward, twisted her arm from behind, and asked, "Jiang Danfeng, you usually wear a noble appearance, and being so arrogant today can only explain two things. Either you caught a diamond-grade kid, or you cared for you Mr. Du, and said, which one is it?"

When Du Qiu went to the capital for the first time in March, Zheng Weiwei joked with another roommate that she would care for this vicissitudes of life with her broad mind. Later, the word "care" became a slander between classmates to tease Du Qiu. Jiang Danfeng laughed and struggled a few times, but without breaking free from the shackles, she avoided the important and ignored it and said: "I didn't care, I just kissed me."

"Ahhhhh! You little bitch, didn't you agree to go there together? You dare to get close to the water tower and get the moon first, and the guards steal..."

...

While Jiang Danfeng was having sex with his roommate, Yang Fan was standing in the bathroom of a hotel suite shaving. He used not a convenient electric shaver or a common Gillette manual shaver, but a very classic straight shaver with folding handles.

This razor is very sharp and not only cumbersome to use, but also requires skill and carefulness. Otherwise, it will easily scratch the skin. It is used as a murder weapon in many movies, but Yang Fan likes this feeling of walking on the blade and reminds himself to maintain a sense of crisis every day.

When the stubble on his chin was halfway through, the landline in the room rang. Yang Fan did not continue to shaved, but immediately put down his razor, walked to the bedside table, and picked up the phone.

"Yang Fan, have the contract signed?"

"I signed it, I signed it last night." Yang Fan Yibing had a stern face when communicating with Du Qiu, and said with a relaxed smile: "The annual salary is 200,000 yuan, which is more than you, No. 4."

"The Yangtze River pushes the old waves. You are a high-end talent who returned from studying abroad. You should earn more than me. I work hard in a state-owned enterprise and cannot get a high salary." After chatting with him on the other end of the phone, he said: "You don't want to have such a good job as McKinsey. If you change jobs and work there, you are very optimistic about the prospects of Snapdragon?"

"Uncle Fourth, Snapdragon's strength and potential are far beyond the outside world's estimates." Yang Fan wiped the shaving foam on his mouth with his thumb, and then continued: "Du Qiu is a real genius. His attainments in the Internet field are the best even in Silicon Valley. Moreover, he does not have the rash aura of the domestic private enterprise bosses who are willing to act rashly. His knowledge and demeanor are first-class. If the development goes well, the future prospects are limitless."

"Yeah?"

"It's true." Yang Fan picked up the Rolex placed on the counter and looked at it, saying, "If I'm interested, I'll fly back to Pujiang at 11 noon and go to your office to chat in the afternoon? I've collected a lot of internal information these days."

"Yes, Chairman Jiang wants to see you too." The other end of the phone did not hang up, but asked: "The American Netscape is going to be listed the day after tomorrow, do you know?"

"Know."

"Last time your classmate said that Snapdragon was going to use the browser to raise funds separately. Is the news accurate?"

"Accurately, Snapdragon has made financial preparations." Yang Fan did not keep it secret at all and said: "Du Qiu dug up the financial manager of HP China. The finance is very rigorous, but there is still some work in the technology that has not been completed, so it will take a while to delay."

"In your opinion, how much does their browser cost?"

"Du Qiu believes that the valuation may exceed $50 million, and they are planning to take out 20% of the shares and raise $10 million."

"So many? Is it possible?"

"This depends on the performance of Netscape after the listing. If Netscape soars into the sky, Snapdragon will also rise with the flow, because the only two companies in the world are making browsers." Yang Fan saw that the call would not end for a while, so he sat down by the bed and said, "Uncle Fourth, if you plan to invest, it is best to make a decision in the past two days. Otherwise, the market will change after Netscape is listed, and it will be more troublesome to operate and it is easy to lose the population."

He nodded on the other end of the phone, and after about ten seconds of silence, he said, "I will send someone to the airport to pick you up at noon. You can have lunch with Mr. Jiang and have a good talk with him."

"Okay." Yang Fan showed excitement on his face, clenched his fist and smashed the pillow, and asked: "I'm going to meet Du Qiu later. Do you want to give me a whim and ask if he is willing to sell part of his equity?"

"We want to buy it, will he dare not sell it?" The other end of the phone laughed and said indifferently: "It's good to ask, you can only make good fortune by being kind."

After the call, Yang Fan returned to the bathroom to shave his beard, threw the cheap T-shirt and shorts he wore a few days ago into the trash can, replaced it with a white shirt and dark trousers, tied his tie, and wore a watch, and changed from a unkempt little programmer to an elite white-collar worker in suits and ties.

...

Jiang Danfeng was wearing a gorgeous skirt and long hair that was like a waterfall. He walked out of the community gate with Zheng Weiwei, who was laughing and worried He Xiaomei. He saw Du Qiu's Accord parked on the side of the road, which was no different from the past, but her heart was pounding and she couldn't help but speed up her pace. She walked to the driver's seat, bent down, bent her fingers, and knocked on the car window childishly.

The car window was shaken a few seconds later, revealing Du Chunhua's smiling face, and said, "Danfeng, this is a glass window, not a Jingyun drum, why are you hitting?"

Usually Du Qiu would take Jiang Danfeng and He Xiaomei to work in the morning, and Du Chunhua would also take Zheng Weiwei to work along the way. Because the office locations of the two companies are far away and there are two more cars at home, they would drive each time and never take a car. Jiang Danfeng was caught off guard and panicked. His usual eloquence disappeared. He asked in a daze: "Sister Chunhua, why are you in the car?"

"Why can't I be in the car?"

Du Qiu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw that his mother's expression became more and more ambiguous, hurriedly rescued and said, "The car is out of gas. Today, my sister drives, you three can squeeze in from behind."

Because there were two outsiders who didn't know what to do, Du Chunhua didn't say anything along the way, just talked about some business. After driving downstairs of the Snapdragon headquarters, she said to Jiang Danfeng: "You haven't told Jinyan a long time ago, come here to play with him for a while in the evening."

"good."

He Xiaomei was very sensible and took the elevator first. Jiang Danfeng and Du Qiu walked to the corner of the lobby on the first floor and asked, "Did you tell Sister Chunhua?"

"My sister is always cunning and has a sharp look, and she discovered it myself."

There was no toiletries in the house I rented. The two of them took a bath with clean water, and there was no fragrance. The weather was very hot last night. After leaving, Du Qiu walked so far with Jiang Danfeng. When he returned home, he had already sweated. Du Chunhua did not see the bath, but saw a few long hair on the polo shirt and deliberately bluffed. He did not notice it for a moment and explained it completely. He was judged by his own mother and was the most depressing defeat after traveling through time.

"Where is Uncle Du?"

"He doesn't know, my sister didn't say it." Du Qiu saw Yang Fan walking out of a taxi through the window and said, "Yang Fan is going back to Pujiang to complete the resignation procedures. He can't go to work for the time being. During this period, you will continue to be an administrative manager and wait until he officially takes office before handing over."

"Um."

"I plan to go to the United States at the end of August, and you can go with me at that time." Du Qiu thought about it after saying that, and added: "Let me find a private secretary and ask for good English."

"Ah? What about me?"
Chapter completed!