Steal The Wind But Not The Moon [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 91

Before Xiang Mingzhang agreed, the phone rang. Chu Zhichen let go of his arms, and his fingertips lingered from Xiang Mingzhang's lower abdomen to his lower back, smoothing out the wrinkles on the surface of the suit.

Xiang Mingzhang answered the phone, and there was the voice of the necklace, speaking a little faster, and hung up after a few words.

Chu Zhichen asked, "Is there something wrong at home?"

After the Spring Festival, the old Xiang Yue started a new project for the new year. Xiang Mingzhang said: "Auntie confirmed the time with me, and there will be a preparatory meeting in the evening."

Chu Zhichen said decently: "Well, business matters."

Xiang Mingzhang teased him: "You are also very urgent, what should you do if you are in a hurry?"

It was the first time Chu Zhichen took the initiative to hint and express, which was simply insulting to politeness, but it failed. He said in a very shameless way: "I still have business to do, Secretary Feng is waiting for me."

Xiang Mingzhang glanced at his watch. It was time to go. He accompanied Chu Zhichen to the secretary's room. He stopped at the door, suddenly feeling that nearly a year had passed quickly.

He was used to passing a glance at the door, and only an announcement was needed for a replacement, so how long would it take him to quit the habit?

Feng Han and Chu Zhichen were about the same age, so they were suddenly transferred to serve as the president's secretary, so they couldn't help feeling anxious. After all, Xiang Mingzhang was strict, and Chu Zhichen was famously capable.

The handover work was very trivial. Chu Zhichen explained in detail, basic affairs, common and emergencies, and various plans, each of which contained complicated details.

Feng Han listened and memorized, his head grew dizzy, and he couldn't help loosening his tie twice.

Chu Zhichen couldn't bear it, and said, "How about this, I'll go back and sort out the materials, and my thinking will be clearer. Where did you forget to take a look at any time, it will be faster to get started."

Feng Han knew the world, and said quickly: "I'll do it myself, that would be too much trouble for you."

Chu Zhichen said: "It's okay, efficiency is the most important thing, don't delay Mr. Xiang's affairs."

Feng Han had no choice but to obey, and asked, "Is there anything I should pay attention to about Mr. Xiang's private habits?"

Feeling something slipping from his hand, Chu Zhichen counted down: "Mr. Xiang only drinks black coffee, and there is always gastric ulcer medicine in the first drawer of the desk. Remember to replenish it. In fact, Mr. Xiang is very self-disciplined, so don't worry too much. , that is, occasionally the pens will be thrown around when they are used up."

Feng Han said: "Okay, I will remember."

Chu Zhichen suggested: "If there are activities going out, do your homework in advance. Mr. Xiang appreciates people who are prepared for everything."

Feng Han smiled and said, "You must be such a person."

It was getting dark, and Chu Zhichen had a good impression of the new secretary. He will officially go to work tomorrow, and all departments will resume operations before handing over paperwork.

He doesn't have many personal belongings, and the small box is enough. The pot of gladiolus was brought home before a business trip in Shenzhen. It was raised by Aunt Tang and Ye Cui, and it was brought here today and just put it on display.