Chapter 12 Assistant to the President

Half an hour later, Li Xiaoming stopped the car and came to the bottom of this high-end hotel building.

Li Xiaoming, who came riding a battery car, was really a bit different. Even the Audi cars parked under the hotel were considered the lowest class. Some passers-by just regarded Li Xiaoming as a staff member.

"Sir, do you have a reservation?" The lady at the hotel front desk had a very vicious look. She could tell at a glance that Li Xiaoming's total outfit did not exceed 300 yuan, and he really did not look like someone who could afford to spend money here.

"It's a pity that this handsome face was lost in vain." She sighed inwardly, "I can't even afford a lipstick. It's not my cup of tea."

Li Xiaoming didn't know what the beautiful front desk lady in front of him was thinking. He took out his business card and said, "I'm here to see Mr. Zhang Wannian."

The receptionist was typing on the keyboard for a while. When she raised her head, her eyes were full of excitement, "It turns out that I am the guest of the distinguished Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang is waiting for you on the twelfth floor."

Li Xiaoming was horrified by the sight, as if he felt like he would be swallowed up at any time. He hurriedly thanked him and thought about going upstairs quickly.

"Wait!" the front desk lady shouted, then leaned out and handed Li Xiaoming a small note, "This is my WeChat ID, you can chat when you are free~"

"Haha..." Li Xiaoming laughed awkwardly twice, agreed vaguely, and walked quickly to the elevator. He just felt that this woman was so open-minded. Is it because spring has come?

A lot of people had gathered at the elevator entrance. As soon as Li Xiaoming approached, he heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"Hey, isn't this a delivery boy?"

A sarcastic voice came from the mouth of a young man in a fine suit. Li Xiaoming took a closer look. Who else could this be if he wasn't Li Na's newly minted son-in-law Li Yongliang?

"Want to fight?" Li Xiaoming grabbed Li Yongliang's wrist at lightning speed, and at the same time his arm began to exert force, until Li Yongliang's face turned the color of pig liver, but he still had no intention of letting go.

"Let go! Let me go quickly!" Li Yongliang was twisting crazily like an earthworm on a fishhook. Li Xiaoming felt that it was almost done and finally let go of his hand.

Li Yongliang rubbed the bruises on his wrists and stared at Li Xiaoming bitterly, but he couldn't beat him again and again. He was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Hmph, can you come to a place like this?" Li Yongliang snorted coldly, "How many dishes can you order with a salary of several thousand for delivering food?"

"Oh? You mean you rented a Mercedes-Benz from a car dealer to pick up girls, but ended up with a broken shoe?" Li Xiaoming looked sideways at Li Yongliang.

"Pfft——"

The little beauty who was poking at her phone with her head lowered finally couldn't help but laugh. Then she raised her head and glanced at Li Yongliang and Li Xiaoming, and said awkwardly, "I don't know anything, you continue."

Li Yongliang's face became more and more ugly, and he felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger, "I wonder when you can be tough, although I don't know why you came here to humiliate yourself, I will wait until you can look good later."

Li Xiaoming found it funny. Although he didn't know Zhang Wannian's specific identity, it should be more than enough to crush Li Yongliang, a fake rich second generation.

Two words came out of his mouth, "Idiot." Then Li Xiaoming closed his eyes, looking out of sight and out of mind. Li Yongliang was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Low laughter came one after another from the mouths of several people waiting for the elevator. Li Yongliang, who was so angry that his whole body was shaking, seemed to have turned into chaff.

Ding--

A group of people walked into the elevator, and Li Xiaoming directly pressed the button for the twelfth floor. Li Yongliang was about to ridicule, but he held back. He thought to himself, "Just wait, although I don't know what this food delivery guy sells." What kind of medicine is there, but it’s impossible for him to be able to consume it here.”

Since Li Yongliang didn't take the initiative to show his face, Li Xiaoming didn't bother to fight him, but if he insisted on asking for trouble, Li Xiaoming didn't mind asking Mr. Zhang to help him completely kill this annoying fly.

The elevator quickly reached the twelfth floor. Li Xiaoming found that all the people in the elevator had walked out. He had a strange feeling that these people seemed to be here to see Mr. Zhang. This did not seem to be a simple dinner.

The big tavern is indeed a big hotel. Li Xiaoming has soft carpets on his feet, and the magnificent chandeliers make the entire twelfth floor look elegant and luxurious. Although this is not the first time he has come to such a high-end place, he has always delivered takeaways to others. , this is the first time I have come to such a high-consumption place as a guest.

The twelfth floor is a bit special. In addition to the fragrant pear wood dining table, there is also a stage-like platform. Mr. Zhang put on a crisp suit and was standing in the center of the platform with a microphone in front of him.

Li Xiaoming was a little confused.

what is happening? What kind of meeting seems to be taking place here? Now I can't just walk up to Mr. Zhang, pat him on the shoulder, and ask him, "Mr. Zhang, where is my food?"

That's a little too stupid.

"It's already a quarter past nine, and I don't know who Chairman Zhang is waiting for. Isn't this person too proud?"

"That's right, usually the chairman would scold us if we were late for a minute, but now it's more than a quarter of an hour. I really don't know who can have such a big reputation."

Li Xiaoming listened to the whispers nearby, Chairman Zhang? The one who doesn’t know how to talk is Mr. Zhang, right? If it was really Mr. Zhang, wouldn't he be waiting for him? !

"It shouldn't, it shouldn't..." Li Xiaoming glanced at Mr. Zhang quietly, but found that Mr. Zhang also saw him. Mr. Zhang nodded and coughed a few times.

"Everyone is here, let's start the meeting."

"Chairman, Manager Li hasn't arrived yet!"

Someone shouted from below.

"Ignore him, he is already fifteen minutes late. The personnel department will pay him this month's salary tomorrow and let him go."

Before he finished speaking, rapid footsteps sounded, and a bald middle-aged man rushed out of the elevator door. He said out of breath, "Director... Chairman! I'm here! Here... ...arrive!"

Mr. Zhang glanced at him and said, "As long as you arrive, remember not to be late in the future." He then added, "It's been so long."

"Yes! The car broke down, sorry!"

"Now that we are all here, let's start talking." Mr. Zhang suppressed the whispers around him, "I have called everyone here today. In addition to having a meal together, I also want to announce something serious."

"Due to the resignation of the original president, Zhang Man, the former assistant to the president, will assume the position of president and will start working tomorrow."

The applause rang out, whether it was sincere or polite, this bit of accomplishment was still there.

"The position of assistant to the president will be filled by a newcomer from our company." Mr. Zhang glanced at Li Xiaoming who was in a daze.

Everyone followed Mr. Zhang's gaze and soon discovered Li Xiaoming, who was wearing casual clothes and was out of tune with the crowd.

"That is the assistant to the president of our company, Li Xiaoming. Welcome!" Mr. Zhang smiled and took the lead in applauding.

After a few seconds, there was sparse applause.

Everyone's thoughts were surprisingly unanimous, "Who is this person? Mr. Zhang's illegitimate son? Why can he get the position of assistant to the president by airborne landing?"

Li Yongliang felt that his blood pressure was almost full. Why on earth was this?

"He's just a food delivery guy, how can he be the assistant to the president?" He cried out, "Did I make a mistake?"

Li Xiaoming was also a little confused. He just agreed to have a meal with Mr. Zhang, and suddenly he became the assistant to the president inexplicably?

"Quiet." Mr. Zhang's words were very intimidating, and the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly became silent. "That's right, the official announcement has been made. Everyone can sit down and eat. Li Xiaoming, come over here."

Now that Director Zhang has said this, it’s hard for others to say anything else.

"This is impossible! It's definitely a mistake!" Li Yongliang's abrupt voice sounded.

"That's right, everyone can eat now." Old Zhang looked sulky. When did his own words become so ineffective?

"It's definitely a mistake." Li Yongliang murmured, shaking his head.

"Are you the chairman or am I the chairman?" Mr. Zhang said solemnly, turning to look at the manager surnamed Li who was just late.

"Yong Liang, shut up!" Manager Li said quickly, forgetting that his son was usually arrogant, how could he dare to speak rudely in front of his boss.

"Manager Li, put your promotion aside for now and take good care of your son." Mr. Zhang waved his hand and decided the fate of Manager Li.

"Understood, Director Zhang." Manager Li's face was ashen, and he looked at Li Yongliang with hatred. He had worked hard for several years to have a chance of promotion, but now he was denied with a single word.

"..." Li Yongliang was speechless.

"Director Zhang, Yongliang is not feeling well. I will accompany him to the hospital first." Manager Li sighed deeply and patted Li Yongliang on the shoulder.

"You are usually honest when you work under me. You must discipline your son well." Mr. Zhang shook his head, "You should go first, the child can be taught, and there is still room for everything."

Listening to this pun, Manager Li felt a lot brighter. Mr. Zhang's discipline with a big stick and a sweet date was still very effective.

Li Xiaoming watched Li Yongliang leave in despair, and suddenly thought of himself being fired from the food delivery company, but he had brought it upon himself and had nothing to say.

He walked up to Mr. Zhang and asked in disbelief, "Why did I become some kind of assistant to the president? I thought I was just here to have a meal."

"Because I'm very optimistic about you." Mr. Zhang led Li Xiaoming to the dinner table, "First, let's get to know the new president of our company - Zhang Man."

A woman stood up at the dinner table and nodded wordlessly as a greeting to everyone.

"Manman, can't you say something?" Mr. Zhang said helplessly, "Why are you like an iceberg?"

"boring."

Li Xiaoming, "..."

Isn't this too aloof and cold? Li Xiaoming felt a chill in his body. This must be the legendary iceberg beauty...