Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 19

After the team match, Bai Zhan took a few points of the contract to sign for several people.

Zuo Zong leaned over to look behind Xiaopang, and seeing that it was a contract with a live broadcast platform, he immediately frowned unhappily.

"The most important thing for them at this stage is training. These entertainment tricks are completely delaying time."

Bai Zhan's face remained unchanged, he raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a business-like and non-negotiable tone: "This is a must for the team management, the meaning of the boss."

Zuo Zong was not an easy character to deal with. He turned cold on the spot, "I don't care what kind of boss he is. My team members don't touch these things. Either take them back or I'll leave."

Bai Zhan's usually gentle face sharpened, and his tone was calm and indifferent: "This will be difficult."

Zuo Zong clasped his hands around his arms, not giving in at all.

Chubby Song Nan stood up and raised his hand tremblingly, "I, I have something to say."

Bai Zhan and Zuo Zong looked at him together, Song Nan forced a smile, he was most afraid of conflicts between people close to him, he would always feel awkward and uncomfortable every time he faced such a scene.

"I'm going to talk to my brother, brother Bai, is my brother in the company now?"

The head of the Song family announced his retirement half a year ago, and the eldest son Song Qi inherited the family business. He took the position of president of the Song Group within less than half a year, reformed from top to bottom, abandoned the old and ushered in the new, and the group has been upgraded several levels.

Song Nan was only found by the Song family when he was 16 years old. The young master has suffered a lot outside these years. Song's father and mother are in great pain, and Song Nan will try to get everything he wants.

Xinghe was established at the request of Song Nan, and the only investor behind it was the Song Group.

Song Qi, who was born as a Ph.D. in finance, is a money-making robot with more rationality than sensibility. Although he loves his younger brother, it is absolutely impossible for him to trade at a loss.

Bai Zhan knew his boss's temper too well, so Song Nan went to talk, but the only result was that there was no result.

The President fooled his younger brother back, and then he would consider whether it is necessary for this small team that doesn't know how to cooperate to go on.

To be honest, Bai Zhan really wanted this immature team to disband.

He is a dignified assistant to the president, and he was called to be the manager of a small team. It is almost like being assigned to the frontier. Although his salary and bonus remain the same, he plays the role of a babysitter all day long. thousands of miles.

If this continues, he will not be far from a salted fish.

"The president will fly over in two days. You should think about it carefully." Bai Zhan said, showing a meaningful expression: "The life and death of the team depends on what everyone thinks."

Zuo Zong couldn't look down on Bai Zhan, who was so yin and yang.

The conflict between Bai Zhan and Zuo Zong was beyond everyone's expectation.

Just two days ago, the two were still drinking tea together, savoring life, but it was just a few pieces of paper, and they got to the point of disbanding the team.

When Shi Lian thought that he might not be able to eat Bai Zhan's cooking in the future, his stomach throbbed.

This person can't be used to it, Shi Lian was a good kid who wasn't picky about food before, but when he arrived at the base and ate the food cooked by Bai Zhan, he realized that he was really careless before.

For the sake of his greedy stomach, he couldn't let Bai Zhan leave.

Bai Zhan usually doesn't participate in their training, and just stays in the team's study room every day, tinkering with something.

Shi Lian sneaked into the study room while Zuo Zong was squatting on the toilet, and knocked on the study door like a thief.

Bai Zhan probably couldn't figure out who would come to the study, and he asked in a puzzled voice, "Come in?"

When Shi Lian pushed the door and entered, Bai Zhan had a surprised expression: "Aren't you training? Did you come to see me for something?"

Shi Lian went to the desk and sat down, looked at him with his chin propped up, his serious face collapsed, and he blinked his big eyes: "Brother Bai, don't go, you go, my face is thin, I don't think about food, I'm hungry died."

Cold sweat dripped down Bai Zhan's cheeks. This girl's speech was strangely misleading, and she didn't think about eating and drinking. Didn't she mean missing her lover?
He thought of Xia Lang looking at Shi Lian with hunger and thirst like a dog's bone all day long, and he felt a sense of crisis: "Shi Lian, what exactly do you want to say?"

Shi Lian didn't know that Bai Zhan was worried about his single image, so he just let it go.

"Brother Bai, your culinary skills are superb and your charm is endless. If the team leaves you, it means that your own map lacks red and blue fathers, and you will be pushed to the ground and beaten."

Bai Zhan: "..." This metaphor is really fucking appropriate.

Bai Zhan supported his forehead with a headache, he had a hundred ways to block Shi Lian speechless, obediently left the study, and closed the door by the way.

But he always felt that it was bullying. Although he complained about being the manager of this team, these kids had nothing wrong with them. They were too innocent, and they felt guilty for bullying.

After coughing twice, he dismissed Shi Lian vaguely, "Give me time to think about it, go back to training quickly, or Zuo Zong will scold someone."

Shi Lian got the guarantee, and left happily, not forgetting to close the door considerately.

Bai Zhan had just been quiet for 10 minutes when there was another knock on the door of the study. This time before he could say please come in, the guy outside pushed the door in politely.

Sure enough, it was this guy. Bai Zhan looked at Xia Lang who pulled away the chair and sat down carelessly with a headache, with a blank expression on his face: "If you don't train well, why are you running away from me?"

Xia Lang got up without any warning, propping up the table with both hands, her peach blossom eyes were revealing, and the target was Bai Zhan who was twitching.

"Brother Bai, I know it's hard to convince you, but..." He bit the corner of his mouth, with a look of compromise, "For the development of the team, I am willing to sacrifice something."

Prickly, Xia Lang tore off his shirt, revealing his white pectoral and abdominal muscles.

"Although I don't like men, if Brother Bai likes them, I am willing, um~ Xia Lang winked at Bai Zhan.

Bai Zhan felt like he was about to have a stroke.

"Get off! Xia Lang, you little brat, don't appear in front of me for the next week, or I'll give you laxatives in your meal!"

Xia Lang thoroughly disgusted Bai Zhan, forcing him to speak well for the team in front of the big boss, and then he picked up a shirt from a street vendor worth ten yuan and left.

When the door of the study room rang for the third time, Bai Zhan slammed the door open with a dark face, and shouted outside, "little bastard, if you come to disgust me again, you will have diarrhea and go to the ICU."

The man in a neat suit stretched out his hand to wipe the scum on his face, raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice with displeasure: "We had a firecracker battle early in the morning, so angry?"

Bai Zhan was so frightened that his legs gave way. He said when did the CEO, who had only been flying for two days, come over?

(End of this chapter)