various software.

Suddenly extremely strong...

I miss Gou Yu.

If Xiao or Zai were young, how could he have fallen into such a situation...

It was obvious that he had finally managed to get that handsome guy with instant noodle hair to help him fool those people who were worried about queuing up...

Um!?

wait!Σ(@)Σ(⊙▽⊙”

If I remember correctly...

The handsome foreign guy just now said he was from Fiseld...

General person in charge of the medical field in Asia???

I go!

It seems to be a super powerful position. Is that handsome foreign guy with instant noodles just now so powerful!?

Carefully, he took out the beautifully crafted business card from his pocket, which made Fangran wonder if it was gold-plated. He secretly glanced at Su Lengyue in the glass-walled room next to him.

Then he huddled behind the three large screens, took out his 'Brick' Nuojia, and quietly dialed the number.

The call was connected in almost seconds, and Abel's voice sounded confused for some reason, as if he had encountered an unprecedented setback.

"Well...Mr. Fang...I..."

"Ahem...Don't talk about anything else first. What, do you also run a hospital?"

Fangran lowered his voice and kept peeking in Su Lengyue's direction, fearing that his little moves would be discovered by Secretary Bingshan Leng.

Open a hospital?

Abel, who was slightly confused by this wording, was stunned for a second, and then thought about the more than 300 medical institutions Fiseld was responsible for supervising and managing in Asia, and nodded in confirmation:

"Well, generally speaking, that's right. Mr. Fang, do you have any questions?"

"Really!? Then do you know what this International Health Organization recommends to the Sacred Heart Group? How should I deal with it?!"

Fangran stared blankly at the thinnest document he picked out from a pile of documents, with the title written on it and the approval and reply he needed to fill out.

On the other side of the phone, Abel's slightly curious voice came:

"Mr. Fang, are you dealing with the affairs of the Sacred Heart Group?"

"For some reason..."

Fangran answered with a look of despair on his face, covered his face and said sadly:

"But in fact, I can't understand these things at all."

But he quickly spoke with gleaming eyes, glanced at Su Lengyue again, and found that there was no movement, he lowered his voice and said quickly:

"Well, don't you also run a hospital? Come on, tell me how to fix these things!?"

Abel looked strange when he heard this.

Eh?

Don’t know how to process transaction files?

The person who was entrusted with control of the entire Chinese industry by that gentleman...?

Although he was confused in his heart, Abel immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity for him to perform. He immediately smiled slightly, with comfort and trustworthiness in his voice.

"I am willing to share your worries, sir."

"If it's daily document processing, it's actually a very simple task."

Abel's confident and reliable voice rang on the phone, which made Fangran speechless and complaining about how easy it was. He felt like a scumbag in school when he heard the natural voice of a top student giving a lecture!

"First of all, excluding official documents for the internal operation of the group, almost all external documents can simply use words such as 'We are very grateful for your suggestions, suggestions, opinions or requests' or 'We will work on this, depending on the content.

We will conduct detailed analysis and research, actively consider the feasibility of your suggestions and requirements, and take action as soon as possible to solve the problem."

Abel's voice smiled slightly and spoke in a step-by-step tone.

Fang Ran had a confused look on his face and a blank look in his eyes.

"Um...these two sentences sound pretty good. Is there any difference?"

It seemed like I was back in the high school politics class again. I was listening to the politics teacher speaking Mandarin with a clear accent, but Fangran couldn't understand the meaning. He asked questions in confusion, and then he heard Abel smile slightly.

the sound of.

"In popular Chinese language, the former means 'none of my business' and the latter means 'none of your business'."

Fang Ran: "..."

?(?_??) His eyes shone in shock!!

While being deeply shocked that Abel, who gave such an easy-to-understand explanation, is indeed a powerful person in a high position,

I feel like I have learned a new skill!

"As for the documents on the internal operations of the group, most of them are related to fund verification and department approval. They can be easily solved with simple calculations. However, rather than letting Mr. Fang handle it yourself, I have a better way."

Abel's voice is calm and gentle, and his words reveal a strong sense of reliability from successful people.

Fangran nodded quickly and said solemnly:

"Hmm, what can I do?"

Mom, thank God, there is finally a way. As long as I can quickly pack up these things, let the baby play two leagues and relax.

I can do anything except sell my body!

"Mr. Fang, you can leave these to me. I will guarantee on my personal reputation and as a member of Fiseld and your subordinate that I will never disclose it."

Damn it!

Yes! There is another way!

Although I am a poor student, I can find a substitute to take the exam!

(The scumbag student who had already taken the test once had a sudden realization!)

It just so happened that the cold secretary sister also said that these were daily documents with no confidential content for me to practice on, so I could pass the blame...ahem...entrust it to him!

"Yeah, okay, how can I leave it to you?"

Fangran covered the microphone, and this time he really stared at Su Lengyue's back through the blind spot like a thief, and spoke quickly in a low voice.

"Mr. Fang, you should have a private computer there. Just send me the data files that need to be processed."

A savior!

Fangran was moved to tears, and quickly dug out the files that were all a bunch of data, then uploaded them and sent them to Abel, thinking so deeply in her heart.

He is worthy of being the general manager of the medical field in Asia, a successful man who sounds like he has a very impressive status.

A scumbag who didn't graduate from his sophomore year praised Abel, who graduated from Harvard with two PhDs in scientific research and clinical medicine. He was in a high position in his thirties and his whole life was as good as cheating.

What a talent!

What society needs is people like you!

Handsome foreign guy, I like you!

Then Fangran nodded with satisfaction, looking at the workload that suddenly reduced by more than half, and the rest could be solved with "None of my business" and "None of your business", a lustful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

.

"Then I'll leave those to you. If I don't know how to do it, I'll call you and ask."

Fangran still peeked at Su Lengyue like a voyeur and a pervert, said quickly in a low voice, and then hung up the phone.

Little did he know that on the other side of the phone, Abel, who was in an office on the 23rd floor, looked at him with a look of disdain and suspicion, asking, "Why don't you know how to hypnotize me?" "Where is the magic old Chinese doctor who said you can sleep instantly?" and "I know foreign countries."

It is simply impossible for people to understand the profoundness and profoundness of our traditional Chinese medicine and all kinds of heart-wrenching patients.

The confident smile just now froze on his face, and he looked at the hung up phone silently, with a look of doubt on science, as if he had heard that men would get pregnant.

Get rid of the words in your throat, 'Mr. Fang, I want to ask, this quick and effective way to treat insomnia is...'
Chapter completed!