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Chapter 239 How about you take my seat?
He said he was waiting for Bo Nan, but Jiang Tong soon fell asleep due to jet lag.

So much so that she didn't know when Bo Nan returned to her room, she just felt that her forehead was wet after sleeping in the middle of the night.

After sleeping until dawn, there was no sign of Bo Nan around him, and he probably was busy going to the early morning.

No way, the job of a diplomat is to go to bed late and get up early, and have to translate a lot of documents every day.

Jiang Tong lazily got up, then stretched.

Fortunately, she was smart and changed her major to prosecutor, otherwise she would have to be in such a hurry like Bo Nan.

She prefers a slow-paced life, and she hates this kind of getting up early and working late at night.

So she really admires people who can persevere.

Because of his campaign, Xu Rongguang specially gave her a three-month vacation.

Now Jiang Tong still has two months to squander, and there is still one month before the next election.

So this month is equivalent to a free trip for her. After being busy for so long, she can finally take this opportunity to take care of her other affairs.

Thinking about it, Jiang Tong turned on the phone, and several bombarding text messages from Qiao Miao had appeared on it.

It was probably a message to tell her where to go for the meeting.

Jiang Tong glanced at the time on the phone, then got up to dress and wash.

After finishing a series of affairs, she went out wearing a simple business coat.

Her shoulder-length black hair was also tied into a high ponytail, and her lips were painted with lipstick, which made her look cooler and more beautiful.

What I'm going to deal with today are some old guys. First of all, I can't lose to them in terms of aura, so as not to make a joke.

Arriving at the main building of the Economic Management Office, Jiang Tong put on the badge given to her by Qiao Miao.

executive director

姜潼
The black gold-edged nameplate frame represents the highest executor here.

So much so that along the way, some people bowed down to Jiang Tong to show their favor.

When they walked all the way and stopped at the door of the conference room, the quarrel inside came to Jiang Tong's ears clearly.

"CEO Qiao, the current stock price has plummeted. Even if the stock god returns, it won't be able to save it, right?"

"CEO Qiao, didn't you say that you have notified the stock god to return? Where is she?"

"Yes, yes... Even if she comes back, she might not be able to save her..."

"..."

A bunch of old things were chattering, which made Jiang Tong frowned. She pushed open the door vigorously, and then walked in.

When the people inside saw that it was her, they fell silent.

Seeing her coming, Qiao Miao also breathed a sigh of relief, the chattering of these old things made his ears callused.

Jiang Tong walked slowly to the middle seat, crossed her legs after sitting down, and fiddled with the broken hair by her ears.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "What? You don't want me to come back? How about you sit in my seat?"

In a word, the investors on the scene were too scared to say anything.

The Economic Management Office relies on the stock gods to exist, because Jiang Tong and the others don't know how much money they have made.

If Jiang Tong is gone, then they...

A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood up and sneered, and complimented: "Ksir, how dare you, just think what we just said is nonsense..."

NND, he didn't slander ksir with that group of bad old men just now, if ksir didn't bring him to do it together, he would scold those people to death!

So he quickly stood up to please Jiang Tong, lest Jiang Tong get angry.

In this world, money is king.

(End of this chapter)