Chapter 512: The boss has first-class driving skills and is definitely an old driver

Chapter 512 The boss has first-class driving skills and is definitely a veteran driver

Taking advantage of the traffic jam on the return journey and moving slowly, Wu Yuan used his mobile phone to call the hotel.

Inform Ma Mingchao to drive over to pick him up.

After all the back and forth, by the time Wu Yuan returned to the office, it was already four o'clock.

Panpan Furniture Office.

After seven or eight days of hotline shock, the mood of everyone in the office gradually stabilized.

In addition, Song Xian took the opportunity to add someone to share a little, and the workload in everyone's hands was almost steadily full.

That's the case, Song Xian seized the opportunity to complain wildly as soon as he saw Wu Yuan.

The two were lying on the fence of the balcony, each smoking a Hanako.

I heard Song Xian gesticulating in my ear and said: "Boss, to tell you the truth, my ears are still buzzing. In my dreams, I always say, hello, Panpan Furniture Office..."

Wu Yuan is not such an unkind person, he was relieved when he heard the words: "During this time, you have really worked hard. In this way, I will treat you tonight at the Asian Games Village Hotel, and treat everyone to a good meal."

As soon as Song Xian heard it, he said sharply and authentically: "Boss, are you leaving?"

Although Wu Yuan didn't help much during his stay.

But with the boss around, I always feel very secure in my heart, no matter how busy or tired I can stand it.

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "I can't leave, you all did a good job. You are hypocritical!" Then the topic changed: "Have you learned your driver's license?"

"I just finished understanding the policy, and I haven't had time yet," Song Xian explained with a dull head, "But Gao Fei said that he will drive."

Wu Yuan nodded: "Hurry up and learn, otherwise it would be a waste to leave this car here."

That night, it happened to be Saturday.

Tomorrow Sunday, although the office will still be on duty, it still gives people a relaxed expectation.

In addition to hearing that Wu Yuan treated guests to a big meal at the Asian Games Village Hotel, this kind of relaxation immediately spread to the two offices.

It's almost time to get off work.

Zou Ning took Meng Yao with him, and tried to make a big run without seeing anything else.

In the end, according to the priority of women, let a few women from the two offices try first.

Naturally, Ma Mingchao was driving the car, and Gao Fei, who had a driver's license, was the co-pilot and took the opportunity to get familiar with him.

Four women sat in the back row, and they didn't feel crowded.

The Mercedes-Benz starts off steadily.

Ma Mingchao deliberately controlled the speed of the car so that it was not too fast, because it was not too far from the office to the Asian Games Village Hotel.

But Gao Fei still didn't have time to watch him operate.

Just the panel in front of him and the interior of the ticket made him unable to move his eyes away.

A luxury car worth 800,000 yuan feels more exciting than a woman.

As for the three women in the back row, they had different moods.

As a senior veteran employee of the boss, Zou Ning was a member of the boss's Santana.

At that time, I already felt that it was quite high-standard and quite dignified.

How long has it been?

The boss has changed the shotgun and got on the Mercedes-Benz!

That's right, and she also heard that the boss has already got a driver's license.

So he asked Ma Mingchao: "Brother Mingchao, I heard that the boss has a driver's license, can he really drive?"

Ma Mingchao said truthfully: "In fact, none of you know that the boss has first-class driving skills and is an absolute veteran driver."

When Meng Yao heard it, she said carelessly, "Boss, it's amazing!"

Meng Na smiled knowingly.

Jiang Xiao caught Meng Yao and joked: "Yaoyao, wipe the pout on your mouth."

Meng Yao couldn't help teasing, so she reached out to wipe it off.

On the other side, Song Xian accompanied Wu Yuan, together with Panpan's newly recruited male employee Lang Ying, and Zou Ning's subordinates Chang Jun and Zhang Hao, went to the Asian Games Village Hotel.

Lang Ying, who met the boss for the first time, was a little restrained and didn't talk much.

As for Chang Jun and Zhang Hao, they are not much better.

Compared to Song Xian, after all, it is separated by a layer, only silently smoking a cigarette while walking.

Wu Yuan also took the opportunity to say a few words to Song Xian.

"The office's car should be parked at the Asian Games Village Hotel first, so it is safer. If you want to use it, make a record, and it will be easy to pay the bill. Don't get confused."

"In addition, the long-term private room of the Asian Games Village Hotel, when Manager Yang comes, let her live there. Going forward, I guess it will become more and more difficult to book a hotel room."

Song Xian responded one by one.

When I actually went to the private room of the Asian Games Village Hotel for dinner, I didn’t talk much.

Just put your head down and eat hard, and it's over.

Even so, Song Xian still led a few male compatriots to pay respects to Wu Yuan.

When it came to the female compatriots, Zou Ning did her part to pay respects first, firstly because the position was there, and secondly because she was not afraid of Wu Yuan.

When it was the turn of the Meng family sisters Hua and Jiang Xiao, Jiang Xiao proposed, "Boss, let us have a representative, can we respect you with the white one?"

Actually, Wu Yuan doesn't care.

Unable to hold back the applause from the male compatriots, Meng Yao was pushed out ignorantly, and toasted Wu Yuan shyly.

The jerky movement looks like a baby at first glance.

Zhang Hao was not happy here, and even encouraged Meng Yao to have a drink with the boss.

Meng Yao, this silly girl, really wants to make friends with her eagerly.

As a result, Wu Yuan stopped it decisively.

The wine has three rounds, and the food has five flavors.

Wu Yuan put down his wine glass, his voice was not high, but he spoke loudly to encourage everyone.

I didn’t draw too big a pie, and I didn’t shout any slogans.

I just hope that everyone will follow the development of the factory in a down-to-earth manner, and there will always be a day when the clouds will be cleared.

Compared with those big cake masters of later generations, these words are far worse.

But everyone is still encouraged.

After all, it is not bad to have a stable office job when I come out to work now.

If there is an expectation of development in this job, it will be even more icing on the cake.

So in this case, no one will resist.

Satisfied with food and drink, Wu Yuan went out to sign the bill. On the way back, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

Wu Yuan looked back, and the man enthusiastically extended his hand: "Boss Wu, I'm Zhang Baifa, and we're still walking together!"

You say you are in the same industry, but I dare not admit it.

If you say you are Zhang Baifa, then I will recognize you.

Wu Yuan became enthusiastic immediately: "Mayor Zhang, thanks for recognizing me as a colleague."

Zhang Baifa was born as a carpenter, so he said he was a fellow carpenter, which is absolutely true.

Hearing Wu Yuan's words, Zhang Baifa stared at him and said: "As carpenters, we must not forget our roots. Boss Wu, you are young, so don't belittle yourself. To tell you the truth, there are fellow carpenters in the Central Committee. Woolen cloth."

Wu Yuan knew which one he was referring to, and even knew which one would have a higher position in the future.

But he still said repeatedly: "I dare not say it, I dare not say it."

As a result, Zhang Baifa was very unhappy: "Boss Wu, you are young and powerful, but you are cunning. It is said that a cunning person cannot make such good furniture."

Zhang Baifa, who came from a grassroots background, speaks like this.

Wu Yuan didn't take it to heart, and could hear some undertones.

Immediately said: "As long as the mayor Zhang is satisfied with the guarantee of the furniture for the Asian Games Village. I am not insulting our carpenters."

(end of this chapter)

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