Cannon Fodder Is King [Part 2]

Arc 9.6

Duan's family holds 63% of Duan's shares, so Duan's family has always been Duan Muqing's word for words.

Duan Muqing made a speech, and Meng Zezhi handed in the project application form, and the project department approved the 40 million budget.

"Sure." Zuo Bowen knocked on the door and came in.

"Brother Bowen." Meng Zezhi raised his head: "Why are you here?"

"Still busy." Zuo Bowen walked over with long legs, and put his hand on Meng Zezhi's shoulder.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi's eyebrows drooped slightly.

Zuo Bowen is a straight man through and through. When he is with his predecessor, he is always in esteem and only courtesy. He rarely holds hands. He can avoid or avoid it when he is behind, and he wants to stay far away from his predecessor. Except when calculating the predecessor.

He pointed to the thick stack of documents in front of him: "Isn't this a new project approved? I don't have experience in this area, so I want to learn more from these. Speaking of which, there is a blogger. Cases of research and development of new drugs for diseases."

It was also with this project that Zuo Bowen had a firm foothold in Duan's family, and his position as the chief executive officer also came from this.

In the past, Meng Zezhi just wrote the prescriptions, and the rest of the matter was handled by the country. Now it is different. He needs to take care of everything himself.

"Then if you don't understand anything, you can ask me." Zuo Bowen said.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi smiled and nodded.

"Right," Zuo Bowen stared at Meng Zezhi closely: "Where did you get the prescription for diabetes, why haven't I heard you say it before?"

In the last life, Duan Gu said nothing like this happened when he joined the company.

Things went beyond his control over and over again, and he was inevitably a little uneasy in his heart, and he even doubted whether Duan Gu Yan was born again.

really--

Meng Zezhi remained calm and said with a smile: "I went to the U.S. with my instructor a year ago. When I passed the local flea market, I saw someone selling ancient books. I remember that you don’t like those ancient books, calligraphy and painting the most. What's the matter? I was thinking of buying you a few as a gift, but I didn't expect to find that prescription in the middle of an ancient book."

Unable to see the slightest strangeness on Meng Zezhi's face, Zuo Bowen was calm, it turned out that it was because of him.

It seems that he is thinking too much.

"That's it."

Zuo Bowen said with a smile, "It's half past twelve, let's go to the cafeteria for dinner."

"It's half past twelve," Meng Zezhi was startled, "I made an appointment with Mr. Lu to meet a little bit."

Speaking of this, he looked at Zuo Bowen with an apologetic look: "Brother Bowen, I may not have time to go to the cafeteria for dinner with you."

"It's okay," Zuo Bowen said with a gentle expression, "work is important."

"Then I'm going." Meng Zezhi grabbed the package of documents on the side.

It is true to make an appointment with someone, and it is also true to be too lazy to have a play with Zuo Bowen.

Looking at Meng Zezhi's back, Zuo Bowen couldn't help but tighten his brows.