Mr Cheng

Chapter 4

There is still less than half a month before the 20th, and the two have expectations in their hearts to see each other again, and most of their thoughts are occupied by work.

The projects of the two companies are docked. Mr. Cheng is the responsible planner of the advertising company B, and Mr. Li is the branch operation director of the company A.

Company A is a well-known Sino-Japanese joint venture in the industry. A few years ago, Company B, where Mr. Cheng works, won a cooperation opportunity.

At that time, the planning responsibility made a big mess, and everyone had a huge shadow in their hearts. Therefore, when they met Company A again, they had no psychological pressure to give Mr. Cheng the business benchmark.

Mr. Cheng and Mr. Li cooperated for the first time without knowing that each other had accepted the project.

Mr. Cheng took out the document from the fax machine, and saw that the other party's famous name, Li Xiao, was signed on the document.

Mr. Cheng felt that there could be two such unusual names, and the two Mr. Li might have a special fate.

When Mr. Li saw the word Cheng Yue, he frowned slightly.

Although there are many people with the same name in the world, it doesn't mean that he will treat each other as tolerant as he treats Mr. Cheng. I hope that the other party can give a satisfactory answer and don't repeat the same mistakes.

Mr. Li was strongly opposed to cooperating with this company. The previous failed plan led to failure. However, this year, a new leader was transferred from the branch. The new official took office three times. He asked six companies to bid and chose this company again.

It is said that it is word of mouth in the industry, but it is actually just because this one is the cheapest.

Mr. Li had a tough attitude, and took the business card of the person in charge from his colleague, wanting to try this new planner.

Almost at the same time when the second set of materials was prepared, Mr. Li had a work phone call with Mr. Cheng.

Mr. Cheng worked overtime for three consecutive nights without sleep. When he was catching up on sleep, he was woken up and tried his best to communicate with the other party.

Mr. Cheng's voice on the phone became hoarse, and Mr. Li was obviously irritated by the appearance of winning the sick number. He was honored to get continuous questions from Mr. Li, the father of Party A.

Mr. Cheng replied patiently one by one, hung up the phone without any risk, and was hit by severe dizziness and exhaustion.

It is no longer said that the two Mr. Li are destined.

Although this Mr. Li Xiao sounds like a black cat, he sounds like a big wild cat that has not been vaccinated.

It cannot be compared with Mr. Cheng's Mr. Li.

I want to finalize the plan quickly, and then have dinner with Mr. Li.

I want to lie on Mr. Li's back more and more, almost bewildered.

Must be better buried than a pillow.

On this side, Mr. Li also spent a few days in a hurry due to taking this fancy case, and had no time to have a long WeChat conversation with Mr. Cheng.

While talking on the phone, I met another voice who was listening to kidney deficiency but was confused and confident. Mr. Li, who put down the phone, turned to his colleague and asked, "What do you think of the name Qiu Shanyue?"

The colleague replied inexplicably: "Huh? It's a good name."

Mr. Li lowered his eyes and pulled his earlobe on the verge of going berserk.

How can a cat or a dog be named Mr. Cheng?

The voice was hoarse and vain, and the plan he came up with was a standard one that conformed to the values ​​of Company A.

His sincere attitude is like coaxing someone in the palm of his hand.

Mr. Li wrinkled his nose disdainfully.

This Cheng Yue's self-esteem was as low as dust.

At noon on the 20th, Mr. Li felt something was wrong before he entered the conference room.

He took out the makeup mirror with dark pattern of big-eared dog from his pocket, looked at his eyes, and hurriedly walked to the bathroom.

Originally, he wanted to drive directly to Mr. Cheng for dinner after the meeting in the afternoon.Mr. Li had put on his invisibility after he got up in the morning, and now he has slipped the patch.

A WeChat message sent to him by Mr. Cheng popped up on the screen of the phone, and at the same time, there was a purring of a cat acting like a baby to the shit-shoveling officer. It was the exclusive message notification tone set by Mr. Li for Mr. Cheng.

Hecheng: Mr. Li, I have an important meeting this afternoon, wish me luck.

Mr. Li endured the pain in his eyes, and tapped the keyboard quickly with his fingers: it will be smooth.

Coincidentally, he is also meeting in the afternoon, and Mr. Cheng and him are really destined.

Mr. Li muted his phone and put it in his trousers pocket.

He looked up at the mirror in front of the sink, simply washed his hands, dipped his fingertips in clean water, and took off the two contact lenses.

Unexpectedly, the person with the same name and surname as Mr. Cheng who was connected with Mr. Li appeared beside him.

The man obviously had a cold and was wearing a mask, so he asked him with concern in a voice as sandy as a watermelon: "What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

Mr. Li turned his head with unfocused eyes, and saw the blurred outline of that person motionless, as if he was stunned.

When Mr. Cheng met Mr. Li, his original fatigue was swept away, and even his mood became clear and relaxed.

From a long distance, I saw the back of the person I was thinking about day and night, and when I got closer, I found that it was really Mr. Li, and Mr. Cheng's heart was about to fly out.

After contacting the voice on the previous phone call, he was able to confirm that the person who was cold and stern on the phone and questioned more than a dozen souls was Mr. Li himself.

Mr. Cheng is not angry.

Mr. Cheng thought silently in his heart, Mr. Li is a respectable and good supervisor who distinguishes between public and private, and those problems also directly hit the pain point.

At that time, Mr. Cheng went back to sort out his ideas, followed Mr. Li's questions, and worked with the team to improve the project in a targeted manner. This time, the meeting between the two companies will definitely be smoother.

It is really a joy to be able to be the partner of Party A and Party B with Mr. Li.

I was so happy that even my physical discomfort faded away.

However, after Mr. Cheng finished asking Mr. Li how he was, Mr. Li showed a strict expression that Mr. Cheng had never seen before, as if looking at a stranger.

"If you are sick, you should ask for leave to stay at home and transfer this project to others. What should you do if you infect people in special times, huh?"

The vicious Mr. Li even mentioned Mr. Cheng's name, like a cat with its tail trampled on, dissing Mr. Cheng's voice is not worthy of such a cute name.

"Mountains should be continuous and majestic, and should not be shown by a sick person." Mr. Li frowned tightly, and the more he said, the more he felt that what he said made sense, "I don't put the health of employees first. Are you the only employee in your company, and you must be sent to talk?"

After Mr. Li finished speaking, he rubbed the bridge of his tall nose, feeling that he might have caught a cold from this idiot.

Obviously he was only showing off his quick tongue for a while, how could he say that the tip of his nose and heart became sour, and the other party didn't show any reaction from being irritated yet?

The corner of Mr. Cheng's mouth still carried the smile he had when he first met Mr. Li, but the tears in his eyes were gathering more and more.

He couldn't hold it back, couldn't put it away at all, no matter how hard he tried, in front of Mr. Li, he was like a shaved cat.

Mr. Cheng couldn't hold it back, propped his hands on the sink, and cried out suppressedly, apologizing at the same time.

"Sorry, I thought, this would be a surprise."

Mr. Cheng carefully restrained his trembling body, his arms lost strength, and he squatted on the ground.

Fortunately, this way you can stay away from Mr. Li's sight.

Mr. Cheng thought to himself, if he is so easy to cry, he is still in the company. Even Mr. Li will inevitably hate him.

He suddenly realized how powerless he was under the reprimand of the other party.

If the fact that Mr. Li hates him is established, it will be heartbreaking, but there is no way.

The heart was beating so fast, it was uncomfortably hot.

"It's my fault..." Mr. Cheng grabbed the collar of his shirt with his fingers, strangled his neck, and said intermittently, "I, replace me, can you, can you, please...don't be angry?"

Mr. Li, who is highly myopic, realized behind the scenes, and heard the small sound of milk from the hoarse voice, familiar crying and hiccups, and his eyes widened.

"No way." Mr. Li took a deep breath and asked himself in a low voice, "How could it be?"

It's like meeting a ghost after walking too much at night, his bad temper and blindness unexpectedly landed on Mr. Cheng, whom he has always loved as a stray kitten.

This time it's broken.

God bless, this person must not be Mr. Cheng.

Mr. Li fumbled and stretched out his hand, holding the last bit of luck, to reach Mr. Cheng's hair, while moving his eyes close to him, trying to take a closer look at his face.

Mr. Cheng heard footsteps coming from outside the bathroom, stood up abruptly, and took two steps back subconsciously.

Mr. Li's hand was empty.

Mr. Li paused for a moment before realizing that he acted like he was acting. He withdrew his hand and took out the glasses from his coat pocket to see the person clearly and clearly.

Mr. Cheng's tears were more than when they first met, dripping down, like a broken faucet that urgently needs someone to fix it.

It's like being bullied by some bad scum that pollutes the air.

"Slag 1" is Mr. Li himself.

Mr. Li pinched his earlobe, sighed and shouted in a low voice: "It's really you, Mr. Cheng."

Mr. Cheng's discomfort came early and went away quickly. At this moment, he began to think about Mr. Li's temper in his heart, and he had a new understanding of this gentle man.

It's just that the lacrimal gland is engaged in automatic transmission, and it's not so easy to pull up the handbrake.

"...Mmm." Mr. Cheng blinked, squeezed out a layer of mist from his field of vision, and dropped two more drops, his tone became softer, as if coaxing a child, "Don't be angry, okay ."