Intoxicated Love Story/C28 Conference Waves(1)
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C28 Conference Waves(1)

Xin still hadn't woken up, so Chu Zui definitely didn't feel at ease going to work like this. However, the doctor said that it was normal for her to be lethargic and thus she needed to continue to observe. Since there was no danger for the time being, she asked Xu Zhuyu to take care of the child for her while she took a taxi to the company.

Originally, Xu Zhuyu still stopped her from going to Shang's for work, but perhaps because Chu Zui was too insistent, he could only helplessly let her go out of the hospital.

"Eh?" Sister Chu? " As soon as Chu Zui arrived at the company, she ran into Lin Lin, who had been missing for a few days. Lin Lin was startled when she saw the pair of thick, black eyes on her face.

Chu Zui lowered her head and pushed up her glasses, smiling awkwardly. "It's nothing. I bought it from a roadside stall before I got on the car."

What she said was the truth. Before she took a taxi, she saw on the roadside those black-rimmed glasses without glasses that little girls now liked to wear. She thought that she had bought a pair because she had cried for a long time last night and hadn't slept for a night to avoid unnecessary suspicion and misunderstanding.

However, it seems like she bought it a bit too big. No matter how I look at it, it's not comfortable …

Since she was already late, Hee Yanchen being able to extend the deadline was already a huge gift. Everyone knew the rules of Shang's, so Chu Zui hastily rushed into the elevator and looked at the time. It was 8: 29.

When the elevator reached the tenth floor, she rushed into her office. Since she had checked it too many times yesterday, she didn't check it again and just took the flash drive from her computer desk to print it before she rushed to the door of the conference room, carrying a stack of data files. It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

Chu Zui let out a long breath, adjusted her breathing, and tidied up her slightly messy hair. With a straight face, she pushed open the door of the meeting room and walked in.

"Sorry I'm late."

In an instant, in the two hundred square meters wide and bright meeting room, dozens of Shang's leaders sat there, turning their heads to look in the direction she stood.

"Not too late, not too late. The time is right, the meeting is about to begin. Go sit over there." Chen Heng quickly walked over from the side and took the documents from her hands. He winked at her and reminded her to be careful today.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zui saw Hee Yanchen sitting at the side of the conference table with an unpleasant expression on his face, especially the pair of glasses that had appeared on her face.

Chu Zui lowered her eyes slowly, trying her best not to touch anyone's eyes. She walked carefully to where Chen Heng was pointing at. When she sat down, she saw Shang Anran sitting at the head of the table, looking at her calmly.

"Vice President, the meeting can begin." Chen Heng respectfully said as he placed the documents that Chu Zui had sent over in front of Shang Anran.

Vice President?

That's right, Shang Anran was the only daughter of Shang's's chairman, and was also the direct heir. I heard that she never cared about the company's matters, so everyone guessed that Hee Yanchen would definitely take over the responsibility of being the CEO in the future.

"Good, about the increase in the stock market resistance towards the key manufacturing and export trades that my company has invested in for the past two years, although Shang's has already received nearly a hundred billion letters of credit from over a month ago from over a dozen banks, saving the temporary crisis, but there are still quite a few hidden dangers among them. The trading data of the major markets for the past two years can clearly be seen …"

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