Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 582 Knowing the person, knowing the face, but not the heart!

Chapter 582 Knowing the person, knowing the face, but not the heart!
Just like you are used to a woman who always exudes Chanel No. [-] perfume, but one day you suddenly smell a bottle of lily flower perfume that costs more than ten yuan on her body, you can definitely feel it.

To use an analogy, if you compare what you did with King Angui to Chanel No. [-] perfume, then what Gao Fei is smelling on Mrs. Baici is the Lily Flower perfume.

The two perfumes with huge price differences are also very obvious.

Gao Fei, who thought he was being played by King Angui, suddenly realized that Bai Ci was not King Angui at all—because the feeling was different.

When Gao Fei was pushed back by King Angui in Outer Mongolia, even though Gao Fei was in a coma, he could clearly feel the change somewhere in King Angui's body.

How should I put it, to put it shamelessly, a certain part of Baici's body reacts extremely strongly after being violated, and the changes are quite obvious. It will present a natural thread shape, which can bring greater feelings to men— —A woman with this natural function, if placed in the ancient Lichun courtyard, would definitely be the number one lady.

King Angui didn't have such an obvious reaction. Even if she could use the face-changing skills of the Yan family in the middle of Shu to the extreme, it would be impossible to change the structure in this respect.

Therefore, Mrs. Baici, who was brutally assaulted by Gao Fei, was by no means King Angui.

Is she really just Mrs. Baici?
After Gao Fei noticed this change, there was a bang in his head, and he felt as if he had fallen into a trap again: Molesting the widows of three generations of martyrs, this is a despicable behavior that deserves to be struck by lightning.

Gao Fei closed his eyes forcefully, lowered his head and lay down on Baici's smooth back, and sucked his nose forcefully.

Already sweating profusely, Baici exudes a pleasant body fragrance, which is sweet and has a hint of mint. This is the benefit of insisting on bathing with flowers all the year round, but it is by no means as special as that of King Angui. Body odor, not at all.

Identifying her existence through King Angui's body fragrance has become one of Gao Fei's biggest secrets. Even King Angui himself doesn't know about it, and he doesn't intend to tell anyone about it.

Therefore, now Gao Fei can be 100% sure that Mrs. Baici is not King Angui anymore.

At this time, Mr. Gao felt that his throat was a little congested, and he raised his head and asked, "You, are you really just Baici?"

Baici answered with a choked voice, "I'm not Baici, who else can I be?"

"Grass, how could this happen!"

In an instant, Gao Fei had the regret of looking for a car to kill him.

But Baici was crying and laughing wildly: "Gao Fei, I warned you, but you just didn't listen! Ha, ha, family members of strong female martyrs, think about the consequences for yourself. What kind of heavy price must be paid, ha, ha ha!"

If Baici doesn't threaten, Gao Fei might kneel on the ground right away, knocking his head against the floor, begging her like a beggar to let the kid go—

But it was her threat that blew away the little bit of guilt that Mr. Gao had just had. He raised his hand and slapped the door on the left, cursing: "Fuck, if you didn't pretend to be a ghost, I As for being so impulsive? Yes, I messed with you, but what's the point? Anyway, I messed up everything, so let's just have a good time!"

What people are most afraid of is becoming angry from embarrassment. In this state, people often have no scruples, just like the current Mr. Gao. Anyway, things have happened. Even if he withdraws now, he can't change the reality of bullying Baici. It would be better to simply be wrong.

As for the consequences - paralyzed, how many men can stay awake when they do that kind of thing?

Mr. Gao is not Liu Xiahui, nor Wei Zhongxian, who is nine thousand years old (eunuch), he will be laughed at if he quits halfway.

-

Yan Hong came to Jinghua.

She had to come because Shen Yinbing needed her help now.

When Yan Hong saw Shen Yinbing, Mr. Shen was locking himself in the room to drink.

Liquor, drunk.

After knocking on the door for 5 minutes without knocking, Yan Hong had no choice but to ask Heizi to go to the front desk of the hotel and brought a spare key.

When Yan Hong opened the door, Vice President Cheng and the others who didn't know what happened stood in the corridor in confusion.

Before entering the room, Yan Hongqiang smiled and asked Vice President Cheng to lead a group of group executives to rush back to southern Hebei. It made her sad, but in the end she was unable to extricate herself.

Regarding Yan Hong's explanation, Vice President Cheng and others expressed their understanding, and said that President Shen was able to have such a reaction, and that he was worthy of the old chairman's love for her, etc.

Of course, Vice President Cheng and the others were also surprised why they didn't see Assistant Jiao.

But at this time, everyone will definitely not ask too many questions. Except for Xiao Song who was left behind by Yan Hong, everyone else left the hotel and went to the train station with longing for tomorrow.

"Ugh."

Yan Hong, who came here overnight, hadn't recovered very well, and her face was a little pale. After sighing, she opened the door and walked into the guest room.

She just walked in, and then quickly backed out, covering her mouth with her left hand and coughing softly.

After staying in the hospital for several months, Yan Hong couldn't get used to the smell of cigarettes, especially the thick smoke billowing in the guest room, as if it was on fire.

Heizi understood, walked quickly into the guest room, and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Cool wind mixed with fresh air poured in from the outside, sweeping away the green smoke and drifting from the guest room door into the corridor.

After waiting for a while, Yan Hong and Xiao Song walked into the room.

In the luxuriously decorated five-star presidential suite, Shen Yinbing, with disheveled clothes and messy hairstyle, was curled up in the large Italian leather sofa, with a pale face, a wine glass in his left hand, and a cigarette in his right, staring dully at the oil paintings on the wall. It was as if they didn't see Yan Hong and the others coming in at all.

On the desk in front of her, there was a bottle of Remy Martin that had run out, the large glass ashtray was half-filled with cigarette butts, and there was vomited waste on the carpet under the sofa.

In short, the smell can be as bad as it can be.

Heizi and Xiao Song didn't dare to ask any questions, so they hurriedly tidied up roughly and sprayed the air cleaner again, and then retreated silently.

Yan Hong sat on the sofa silently, took the wine glass that Chen Yinbing was holding, and took her cigarettes and put them directly in the wine glass.

With a soft stabbing sound, a puff of green smoke rose from the wine glass, and the cigarette went out.

Chen Yinbing didn't move, still staring blankly at the Mona Lisa oil painting like a lost soul.

Taking out a few paper towels from the paper box on the table, Yan Hong wiped Shen Yinbing's mouth, and then said in a low voice, "Xiaobing."

Shen Yinbing's long eyelashes flickered, and she looked at Yan Hong with empty eyes.

"Xiaobing, Sister Hong is uneducated and doesn't know how to say those big things. But I know that no matter what happens, you'd better think about those children in the orphanage. They are the ones who really have nothing, not even their parents. , but they are also happy every day, and they can be happy for a long time for a small achievement? So, no matter what we lose, as long as we keep the spirit of struggle, we will get it back one day.”

Hong felt pain in her heart, but she had to laugh right now.

Because she knew very well that now she was Shen Yinbing's only sustenance, she had to make a gesture of 'the sky is falling, I'll support it', only in this way can Chen Yinbing find a sense of security.

After Yan Hong had finished speaking for a long time, Shen Yinbing's eyes rolled, and finally came to life like that: "Sister Hong, why did he do this? I have known him since childhood."

Of course Yan Hong knew who Shen Yinbing was talking about, and she also knew that she saw through his true face when she was plotted against. dealt a heavy blow.

This made her very regretful, and she felt more guilty towards Shen Yinbing, but she couldn't say it out.

Because she was afraid that Shen Yinbing would be involved in a conspiracy.

Although Shen Yinbing is likely to become a pauper, as long as she can do well and rely on her talents, even if she is a part-time job, I believe she can find a good job.

In addition, Boss Shen is as beautiful as a flower and has temperament. As long as he is willing to let go of his social status, it is not impossible to marry a billionaire.

It would be much better if Goofy was here.

For some reason, Yan Hong suddenly thought of Gao Fei.

However, she continued to pray: it's better not to let him show up, because the first thing he did was to return to the project of the Sunset Group.

When Yan Hong was thinking wildly, Shen Yinbing continued: "Sister Hong, you don't know, before you called me, I was almost moved by him - now that I think about it, it's also thanks to your phone call. I really hate it now, Not hating him, but hating myself, why I didn't see him clearly earlier."

Taking Shen Yinbing who was sitting up into her arms, Yan Hong comforted her: "Xiao Bing, you know people, you don't know your heart, and in your life, you will get hurt when you misunderstand someone, but you are hurt more. But it's not Fatal, we can completely save him as much as possible before he makes a move..."

Shen Yinbing shook his head, interrupted Yan Hong's words, and murmured: "It's late, it's late——I only found out in the morning. In fact, the group got the approval for listing a few days ago, and he has already started the operation behind my back." Everything. After the stock market opened this morning, I watched the group's newly issued shares being acquired frantically, and it reached the daily limit in half an hour."

Yan Hong doesn't know much about stocks, but she also knows very well that when a newly listed company's stock is listed, it is bought up to the daily limit. This is great news for other companies, but it is great news for Beishan Group. Fatal, even if she doesn't understand much, she can still see that this is a hostile takeover.

It is already the most common method in the market to hostilely acquire the shares of a listed company and kill the company.

Of course, the method of maliciously buying listed stocks and waiting for the right time to sell them wildly is definitely a bad act that kills one thousand enemies and hurts oneself eight hundred. The premise is that the operator must have huge funds, and the acquiree happens to be There is no resistance at all.

When this happens in the market, besides the unresolved animosity between the two parties, it is often because the acquirer values ​​the great potential of the listed company, and thus spares no expense to acquire the company.

Undoubtedly, Beishan Group has a little bit of potential.

Or to put it simply, this is a purely hard game with only one purpose: the other party doesn't care about the hundreds of millions, just to drive Shen Yinbing out of the Beishan Group.

(Brothers have checked a lot of information about these things in the mall, but they still don’t understand, so please don’t talk about it, it’s all for novels and entertainment.)
The only counterattack after encountering a hostile takeover is to prepare a large amount of funds and wait for the other party's next frenzy: as much as the other party dumps, you will receive as much as you want.

To put it bluntly, it is all about financial resources, and whoever can last until the end will be the biggest winner.

(End of this chapter)

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