The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei first rolled down the car window, thinking that the other party had something to say, and then left after speaking.

"Mr. Yang, hello, hello." Su Muqing smiled happily, and then stretched out her hand.

The other party wanted to shake hands. It would be rude if Yang Fei stayed in the car again.

Somehow they are the confidential secretary of the management committee of the development zone.

In the group, Su Muqing's position is equivalent to Chen Mo.

Yang Fei pushed the door and got out of the car, holding her soft hand, feeling cold like water.

"Miss Su is going out to do errands, right?"

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Yang, shall I accompany you into the park?"

"This? Is it convenient for you?"

"I'm fine. It's rare for Mr. Yang to come to the park, so I should accompany him."

Yang Fei smiled: "Then it will work."

Su Muqing gave the driver a few words and got into Yang Fei's car.

She is wearing a slim suit and a short skirt. The navy blue makes her skin white and snowy, and there is surging waves in her neckline.

Su Muqing turned sideways slightly and smiled at Yang Fei: "It's been a long time since I saw you, Mr. Yang, have you been busy these days?"

"Oh, yes, very busy."

"I heard that Mr. Zhu has been transferred to Shanghai to work?"

"The group organization has been reorganized and the management mechanism has also changed. This is a normal personnel transfer."

"There will be no changes in the factory, right?" Su Muqing asked.

Yang Fei knew what she was nervous about, and laughed and said, "Of course it won't. The beauty group's personal care factory is definitely still located in this development zone and won't move."

Su Muqing smiled and said: "That's good, these days, many people in the park are guessing, thinking that Mr. Yang is going to move the factory to Shanghai!"

Yang Fei thought, as expected, she cared about this, and said:

"This rumor is terrible. Three feet of waves can be raised on flat ground without wind!"

While talking, the car arrived at the factory.

The guard did not raise the bar in time.

The mouse blew the horn several times.

A guard poked his head out of the guard box and glanced at the trolley.

This is the vehicle of the group's headquarters in Wudaokou. Yang Fei usually sits very rarely.

When the guard saw the license plate he didn't recognize, he was a little lazy and shouted, "Press what? This is the factory area! Be quiet! What do you do? Come and register first!"

The nameless fire of the mouse came up, and said in a deep voice: "Blind your eyes! You don't look at whose car it is!"

"Whose car do I care about you?" The doorman is a young security guard, who is only in his early twenties. He was flabbergasted and stretched his neck. He shouted, "There are regulations in the factory, so you have to register before entering the factory! Remember to bring your ID card! Otherwise, you won't let it go!"

Yang Fei faintly ordered: "Mouse, go and register."

The mouse said: "Little Fei, this man is blind and has eyes but no knowledge of Mount Tai!"

Yang Fei said, "I think this regulation is very good. The guards perform their job duties. They can't just recognize the car and not the people. If one day, a bad guy steals the car, wouldn't it be possible to get in and out of our factory as he pleased?"

The mouse replied repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Fei Shao makes sense. I'll go to register."

He got out of the car and went to the guard room, first glaring at the security guard.

The security guard also glared at him and pointed to the visitor register: "Here, fill it in here. Name, ID number, reason for visit, and telephone number must be clearly written. Don't fill in the ID card, I have to check it."

The mouse filled it out patiently and took out his ID card to show it to the security guard.

The security guard looked at his ID card and then at the mouse: "Yang Hao? A native of Southern Province?"

"Yes!" The mouse took his ID card, "Can you open the door?"

"Are you looking for Director Liu? Director Liu has just left, or do you come back tomorrow?" the security guard kindly reminded him.

"Director Liu is out? Then Director Huang is there? You can also find him."

"Director Huang is here! I didn't see his car going out today."

As the security guard said, he raised the bar at the gate.

The mouse got on the car and said to Yang Fei: "Little Fei, Director Liu is not here. Director Huang is here."

Yang Fei said, "Don't worry, let's look around first."

The mouse said: "Shao Fei, the factory is strictly controlled. The little security guard told me just now, don't go around, catch and be a thief."

"Really?" Yang Fei couldn't help laughing. "It seems that the management of the factory here is okay!"

The mouse said: "Or, first inform Director Huang to come and accompany you? Otherwise, no one here knows you, I am afraid that something will go wrong!"

Yang Fei originally wanted to visit the microservices privately, but after hearing what the mouse said, it made sense, and he had already entered the gate of the factory. Even if they wanted to cover or hide something, it was too late, so he said: "Yes. ."

He came to Beijing this time without a secretary.

The group has a lot of things recently, and Chen Mo and the others are very busy.

He accompanied Chen Ruoling back to Beijing, and it was inconvenient to bring a secretary.

The mouse took out his cell phone and said, "I have to ask Secretary Chen for the phone number of Director Huang."

Su Muqing smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, I have Huang Kun's number in my mobile phone. Why don't I call one for you?"

Yang Fei said, "I have work."

Su Muqing smiled and said, "Mr. Yang is too polite."

With that, she took out her mobile phone from Kun's bag and found Huang Kun's phone number.

Yang Fei noticed that she also used a lot of mobile phones, and then, there were so many phone calls in her address book!

In this era of mobile phones, because of memory limitations, there is an upper limit for storing phone numbers. Unlike later generations of smart phones, because the memory is large enough, as many phone numbers can be stored.

There was once a mobile phone, the focus of publicity was that it could store 500 contacts.

Iduo’s mobile phone can store 500 contacts, which was considered to have a huge amount of storage at the time.

Yang Fei asked her: "Is the phone's memory not enough? There are too many contacts, right?"

"Isn't it?" Su Muqing said, "I use two phones, which is sometimes inconvenient."

"Aiduo will launch a brand new mobile phone in the second half of the year, which can store up to 1,000 contacts. Each contact can also fill in 13 different information, integrate MP3 and radio functions, and support memory expansion."

"Oh? Really? Then I'll buy one when the new machine comes out. How do you know so clearly?" Su Muqing smiled, and suddenly realized, "I forgot, Aiduo is also yours. Then I have to fight. Your autumn breeze is over, can you give me a new phone?"

Yang Fei smiled: "If you can invite me to dinner tonight~www.NovelMTL.com~ I will give you a new mobile phone."

"Really? It's a deal!" Su Muqing said, stretching out the little finger of her left hand to hook up with Yang Fei. At the same time, she had already dialed Huang Kun's number.

As a result, no one answered the call.

Su Muqing called again, but no one answered.

"This Huang Kun, wouldn't he fool around with another beautiful female employee?" Su Muqing said with a smile.

Yang Fei's face sank and asked: "What did you say?"

Su Muqing let out a cry, and then she realized that she had missed her mouth just now. She couldn't wait to slap her own mouth.

She quickly said: "I didn't say anything. Mr. Yang, I was talking nonsense."

Yang Fei said, "Miss Su, don't worry, what do you know? Tell me about it!"