The Big Bosses Are Not What I Expected After I Transmigrated Into A Book

Chapter 10

Qiao Yang had a dream that his classmate had a piano at home when he was a child. He was so envious and envious.

After school every day, he happily goes home with his classmates, and also diligently teaches his classmates homework.

Because he can watch his classmates play the piano after finishing his homework, and will lend him to play the piano after his classmates have finished practicing.

At that time, he couldn't understand too complicated music scores, he just fumbled for the tone of each black and white key and memorized it in his brain.

Over time, 88 key tones can be automatically sorted in the brain and form a wonderful melody.

Until the elder brother went to pick him up, the two brothers walked home under the stars in the night.

On his 8th birthday, Qiao Sheng gave him an electronic piano. He was ecstatic, playing excited and happy all night.

At that time, Qiao Sheng was fifteen years old. The money for the keyboard was saved by him secretly going to a restaurant to wash the dishes for six months after school. It was also the best gift he could get.

The cell phone rang, awakened the person sleeping on the sofa.

Qiao Yang sat up in a daze, grabbed his phone to check the time: 7 o'clock.

It is the working day alarm set by the original owner: Monday, the day of work.

To work?

You can see Qiao Zhen!

Qiao Yang immediately had energy.

He randomly picked a suit from the clothes Ahang sent last night and put it on, quickly washed out, and drove to the Qiao Group headquarters building.

An entire building rising from the ground is the headquarters of the Qiao Group. The Qiao's Logo on the top floor can be seen in half of the city of S. It has become one of the symbols of the city.

Inside the building, the white walls, silver elevators, gray carpets, and bright glass windows all reveal a meticulous rigor and a cold sense of luxury.

Where Qiao Yang walked along, energetic employees nodded to him one after another:

"Good Shao Qiao."

"Hello Director Joe."

"Good morning, Young Master."

Qiao Yang is very uncomfortable with such compliments. But in order not to reveal the flaws, he pursed his lips and sullen his face, raised his chin slightly, trying to prop up the original owner's cold and proud design.

Finally, he bypassed many employees and entered his office. When he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, assistant Liu Wen knocked on the door and came in.

Looking at his face, he asked tentatively, "Sir Qiao didn't drink too much last night. Would you like me to make you a cup of anti-alcoholic medicine or stomach powder."

In the face of Liu Wen, Qiao Yang didn't have to pretend. He leaned comfortably on the office chair and smiled: "No, I didn't drink alcohol last night."

"That's good, you have a tough battle to fight today."

Liu Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and gave him a four-A sheet: "This is the work schedule for today. Please confirm it first."

"Ok."

Qiao Yang took it and looked down:

9:00-Board meeting.