The entire building of Shifei is full of various high-tech facilities. For example, this elevator requires a staff card. It is fixed to use which floors each employee can go to. You have to apply for a floor other than permissions.

The president's exclusive elevator can be used to brush the president's fingerprint and can reach any floor of the entire building.

Zhang Chenfei entered the elevator and naturally pressed the button on the highest floor. As a domineering president, he should have an office with 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, standing at the highest point of the city every day, overlooking the crowd.

"Don't you remember the floor?" Jiao Qi looked at him strangely, raised his hand and pressed the floor in the middle of the building.

As it turns out, he did not have a panoramic office on the top floor. Instead, according to the tradition of the 1990s, the cadres' office was arranged on the middle floor to facilitate communication and escape.

Not fashionable at all!

With a "ding" sound, three secretaries, two men and one woman were standing at the door holding documents. When they saw Jiao Qi standing at the same time, they stood at the center of their speech twice as fast as usual.

"President, this is the document to be signed today."

"President, you have a meeting at 10 o'clock this morning. In the top meeting room, I will remind you again at 9:45."

"President, President Li just called and he is coming at 2 o'clock in the afternoon."

The president nodded calmly and walked into the wide office with his little wife's waist and limbs: "From today on, you will be working here."

"Hmm?" Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows and glanced at his old attacker.

"Oh my God!" The three secretaries couldn't help but exclaim, and the female secretary wearing high heels almost fell down.

"You are my personal assistant, responsible for serving tea, pouring water, sorting documents, and..." The president said, turning his head and biting his wife's white earlobe, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "relieving the president's desire."

Mr. Jiao couldn't help but blush. He hadn't heard this person say something for a long time. He felt a little missed for a while. He coughed and pushed the person away. He said to the three secretaries with a cold face: "I will move here to work in the near future. Any documents approved by the president will be taken to me to see."

"Yes!" The three secretaries bowed neatly forty-five degrees, and agreed without hesitation, not even taking a slogan.

"Mr. Li refused to meet and asked him to come back tomorrow. We are not in the company in the afternoon. If there is any emergency, we will deal with it this morning."

"Okay, Mr. Jiao!"

The president watched his subordinates obey the wife's words. After listening to her wife's words, he walked out of the office with his hands and feet without any intention of asking him for his opinion. He couldn't help but stretch out Erkang's hand: "Oh, what..."

"Click." The thick solid wood door was gently closed, and the room was quiet. In a trance, the president heard the sound of the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

The situation was a little wrong! Zhang Chenfei turned around and saw that his little wife was already sitting in the position that was originally the president, skillfully typing the boot password on the keyboard. The computer, which was also unloyal to the secretary, sounded welcome music.

The president walked slowly to his desk and looked down at his wife: "How do you know my power-on password?"

"What's so strange about this?" Jiao Qi looked up at him. All the passwords of the two were made public.

The president's expression was unpredictable. He suddenly took action to arrest his little wife who was flipping his computer casually and pressed it on the sofa.

"You are a commercial spy sent by the Wang family, are you?"

"Ah?" Jiao Qi was a little confused.

"You really pretend to be like this. My father owes debts or something is just a cover," the president pursed his lips tightly, "I said it a long time ago, you can't afford to betray me!" As he said that, he suddenly pulled open his little wife's shirt and a delicate shirt buttoned away.

"Bastard, this is the new Dior model I just bought!" The little wife struggled in horror.

"President, the meeting is about to begin..." The secretary pushed the door and his chin fell to the ground in an instant. Then, like a turtle scalded to his head by boiling water, instantly shrank back, closed the door with a "bang", pretending that he had never appeared.

Due to the secretary's interruption, this "cruel severance a     vi" failed. The president could only change the boot password with a hideous look: "The password has been changed, you'd better be good, don't think about computers."

"0826?" Jiao Qi gracefully rebuckled his clothes.

"How do you know?" the president looked up in shock.

"Barring, that's my birthday."

“…”

Jiao Qi followed Zhang Chenfei and stared at him for a whole morning. He was surprised to find that although the president had a cognitive bias in dealing with the relationship between the two, he had not had much problem dealing with the company's affairs, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Go to the same place with me in the afternoon." After lunch, Jiao Qi pulled Zhang Chenfei into the car and took him to see a private doctor.

Public hospitals are relatively simple to see a doctor, and rich people have private doctors. Most of these private doctors open their own clinics without the hospital, charge very high fees, and their corresponding medical skills are also quite exquisite.

"Where to go?" Swinging away the hand that was holding him tightly, Zhang Chenfei stopped three steps away from the car with a smile, with an extremely uncooperative attitude. Obviously, if he could not give him enough reasons, he would turn against him in the next second.

"Repay the debt." Jiao Qi was afraid that he would make trouble, so he coaxed him casually.

Zhang Chenfei sneered, stretched out his long arms and hugged his little wife in his arms and trapped her. He pinched the delicate and beautiful chin with two fingers, and whispered evilly: "I said that before you get pregnant, I will not pay a penny for your father's debt."

The heat sprayed on his face, causing his little wife to have red ears.

"Be pregnant with a chicken... Cough, at least pay a deposit first," Jiao Qi broke free and forced the person into the co-pilot. Xiaozhi was moved with reason and affection. "I will give you two hundred people in one night. You slept with me twice last night."

Stepping on the accelerator, the silver Maserati rushed out of the underground garage of Shibao.

Zhang Chenfei was a little unhappy at first, feeling unhappy when he was plotted by his little wife, but then he thought it made sense. The little wife's father owed so much money and would probably be chopped up if he didn't give a deposit. He didn't want Jiao Qi to cry every day.

"Okay, for the sake of your dedicated service to me last night, I will give you a deposit of 100 million first." Zhang Chenfei took out his black card and turned it between his fingers with clear joints.

Jiao Qi glanced at him: "Thank you so much, Mr. Dior Zhang."

"No, call me Dior." You and me shouldn't be so irrelevant.

“…”

Maserati staggered and almost knocked the beggar who was washing the car with a dirty rag at the cross.

"If you don't want to give the money, just say it." The beggar looked contemptuous and swung his hands together to wipe the windshield into a big glossy face.

I finally arrived at the private clinic.

Beneath the green trees, a small white western-style building was seen from a distance. It is pure European-style building, magnificent and magnificent, and does not look like a clinic at all.

The interior decoration style is highly consistent with the appearance, and it takes the high-end and luxurious route. There is a royal blue velvet sofa in the living room and a thick starry carpet. Rubens's "Christian Descendant" is hung on the wall. Regardless of whether it is true or false, it looks very high-end here.

"Hello Mr. Jiao, Dr. Que is already waiting for you in the clinic."

The doctor who runs this clinic is named Que De, a Chinese from Mid. He grew up in the United States and is a medical genius. He got his doctorate at a young age. One day he wanted to go back to China to open a clinic, which is specially designed for rich people to see a doctor.

Since you are a part of China, you must have a Chinese name.

The friend who was preparing for him at that time was from Tianjin. When asked about the pricing standards of various services, his face wrinkled into Goubuli buns: "You really have the four lack of great virtues, so you call it unethical."

So he called Que De.

Dr. Quede's clients are rich, and most of the rich are middle-aged and elderly. Middle-aged and elderly people always have some feelings that are difficult to abandon and often have a grateful heart. So around the "Christian Descendant", there are more than a dozen big red banners of "The Living Hua Tuo" and "Rejuvenation of the Spring".

It can also be regarded as a merger between China and the West.

"Scan me Mr. Zhang's smart brain." The front desk guy looked at Zhang Chenfei with a smile.

Louis XIII returned to the factory for repair. Now Zhang Dajiu is a primitive man without intelligence. The considerate front desk will not be stumped by this. He applied for a temporary card for him and took out a Pos machine that charges the temporary card work fee.

When Zhang Chenfei saw the card swiping machine, he understood. He thought to himself that his little wife's father was really unaware. He borrowed money and found such a place with no style. He asked for money when he came up. He didn't talk and laugh and chatted with him for a while, and he didn't take out his big tied father-in-law and made his little wife cry.

Not energetic.

The president, who failed to become a big shot, took out the black card and raised his chin slightly: "How much do you want?"

"Two hundred." Jiao Qi pulled the black card over and handed it to the front desk guy.

Just two million? What a joke!

"As a small amount of two million, you just need to find the secretary to get it." The president was very dissatisfied with such a small matter.

"It's two hundred yuan." Jiao Qi pointed the number displayed on the card swiping machine.

The front desk guy smiled and took out the "200 yuan" card slip for him to sign.

Zhang Chenfei was stunned at the number and whispered to his little wife: "Twice last night, I should give you four hundred."
Chapter completed!