Antu was sitting in the office. His cell phone buzzed and was thrown on Huanghuali's desk. He felt terribly annoyed. He raised his hand and scratched his head. After walking a few steps in the office, he still felt his heart tightening. Very powerful. In the reception area not far from the desk, on the clean coffee table, there was an unpacked box of half-smoked cigarettes. He walked over, sat down on the black sofa, picked up a cigarette and lighter, lit one, frowned and took a few puffs, then leaned on the sofa with his hands folded, closed his eyes, and thought about his daughter. thing. As he was thinking about it, he suddenly choked on the smoke in his throat and coughed, and an unknown fire shot straight to the top of his head. He put most of his cigarette butts in the white porcelain ashtray, stood up, and walked out of the office angrily, shouting at the administrative assistant and secretary outside: "Didn't I say that I was going to convene a meeting with the business department? Where are the people?" Are you still waiting for me to rush you?" The office fell silent instantly. Everyone looked at each other and frowned, but remained silent. After Antu finished yelling and returned to the office, a group of subordinates outside asked quietly, "The meeting time has not been changed, right?" "No." Someone replied with a surprised look on his face, "Did the boss remember it wrong?" "I remember something wrong." Someone else said, "You must have been angry somewhere, and you were holding back your displeasure and venting it on us." There was no sound in the office for a while, and everyone went back to their own places to do their own thing.
After yelling for a while, Antu's mind finally stopped being so messed up. He remembered that the business department meeting was in the afternoon, so he walked back to his desk, picked up his car keys and cell phone, and went out with a leather bag under his arm. Downstairs from An's house, the driver bowed and stood in front of An Tu, who had just hung up the phone, and apologized: "Boss, I just went to wash the car. Sorry, I'm a few minutes late." Antu had a sullen face and opened the door of Cheng Guangwaliang's car, which was being washed. "Didn't the weather forecast say it's going to rain tonight? Why are you washing the car?" The driver was confused by him, "Huh? It's going to rain tonight." Really? I checked the weather forecast specifically, and it didn’t say it was going to rain..." Before he finished speaking, he took a breath of car exhaust. Antu had already driven far away in the car alone. As the car went away, there were also bursts of dust kicked up by the speeding car. The driver looked at the road ahead, frowned and took out his cell phone from his pocket. "You really checked the weather forecast." The security guard downstairs came to the driver's side and said cheerfully, "It didn't rain tonight, so the boss just said it casually, but you took it seriously." The driver had already seen the weather forecast on his mobile phone and knew that he had just been scolded for no reason. He couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, this boss has been getting angry lately. I don't know when he will get better." The security guard guarded the door of An's house every day. He saw An Tu several times a day, so he naturally understood what the driver meant. He rolled his eyes and said meaningfully, "Dr. An is such a big boss, why are you worried that he is angry?" There’s no place to vent.” As Antu's personal driver, Driver Zhao certainly knows the big boss better than a security guard watching the gate. After glancing at the glib security guard, he shook his head, put his pockets in his pockets and walked out, "I'll find a place to sleep." Go to sleep and come back in the afternoon." He made the security guard so envious: "Hey, it's better for you, Brother Zhao. If you follow the big boss, you can always find a place to sleep well." 1314