By the next weekend, Li Yifei was so busy that he didn't even have time to rest. Qian Fei was really curious about what Li Yifei was up to this time. She couldn't help but send a WeChat message asking: "Isn't it because you love work so much that you hired a 36D beautiful secretary?"
Li Yifei sent her a photo back. In the photo, a roomful of men were sorting out information in a huge conference room.
Qian Fei clicked her tongue when she saw it, and Liao Shiyu on the side asked her what she was looking at and how she could utter such a thick sigh.
Qian Fei handed her the phone to look at and said, "I didn't expect that Li Yifei's company was quite large. Look, this conference room alone is very impressive, almost like a movie theater!" She paused. After a pause, the conversation suddenly changed, "You said he wouldn't have just one luxurious conference room for the entire company, right?" She couldn't help but laugh as she spoke, "But this style is quite in line with his coquettish, slutty, and unconventional nature. Dese's personality!"
Liao Shiyu took the phone and looked at the photos, then raised her lips.
This is obviously the first conference room of the Qiansheng Group headquarters. It can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time. Generally, meetings of middle-level and above people are held here. Of course, it is luxurious and high-end.
She couldn't help but find it funny that someone like Qian Fei, who was so single-minded to the point of being an idiot, didn't find it objectionable at all.
Before handing the phone back, she glanced at the photo again. At this glance, she couldn't help but pause.
In the corner of the photo, there is a figure with his head bowed vaguely. She made the photo bigger.
Although it was hazy, she could be sure whose head belonged to it.
Qian Fei came over and asked her, "What are you looking at?"
She exited the screen as if nothing had happened, returned the phone, and said, "Nothing, let's see if there is anyone I know among the people working overtime with your boyfriend."
Qian Fei took the phone and said, "Is there anyone you know? Oh yes, you must know Dajun, but he doesn't seem to be working overtime. He seems to only focus on investment and not management. Speaking of this company, I heard Li Yifei mention it. Dajun opened it together, and Dajun contributed the first capital. Later, when it became profitable, Li Yifei replenished Dajun with his part of the capital."
Liao Shiyu raised her eyebrows, "Do you know Jun Cheng? Back then, he defrauded me of my new year's money to play online games. I told his mother about it, and his mother beat him until he almost developed hemorrhoids. He slept on his stomach for a month. From then on From now on, he will officially break off our relationship with me."
The content of her words sounded like a tragic breakup, but her tone was not regretful and nostalgic at all, which made Qian Fei feel that Jun Cheng's life was really unparalleledly miserable.
Liao Shiyu suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I haven't visited Jun Cheng's mother's jade shop for a long time. Do you want to go for a walk together later?"
Qian Fei thought that Li Yifei was working overtime anyway and she would be bored by herself, so she said "Okay", but before going back to the room to change clothes, she suddenly paused and asked Liao Shiyu: "How much money should I bring with me before I step into Juncheng?" Don't you feel guilty at that moment in front of his mother's shop?"
Liao Shiyu smiled slightly, with an evil flavor in her smile: "As long as you have definite evidence that Jun Cheng plays online games, his mother will not charge you a penny, no matter whether what you are interested in is the most expensive thing in her store. She will give it to you for free as a reward for helping her discipline her son back to the right path."
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