Temptation of love! Mr. Feng, Miss Chang has resigned

Chapter 239 Next Year's Workload

Feng Yi looked at them: "Do you still want to drink?"

They all shook their heads in unison: "No more drinking, Mr. Feng, let's eat."

"I won't have dinner. I'll have someone deliver the contract tomorrow." Feng Yi said, and led the way out.

Chang Yao followed him back to the car: "Feng Yi, there are a lot of bad dramas now. Are you sure you want to invest in film and television dramas?"

"Do you think I would do business at a loss?" Feng Yi started the car and they returned to the villa.

Feng Yi called Wu Zhou to finalize the contract details for tomorrow.

Chang Yao walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, put them into the cooking robot, and dinner was ready on time half an hour later.

She walked over and whispered into Feng Yi's other ear, "It's time to eat."

Feng Yi was concentrating on his work when he suddenly felt a warm current flowing into the gap of his ear, and his whole body trembled.

"That's it. Once the contract is ready, let me take a look at it first."

"Okay, Mr. Feng."

Feng Yi hung up the phone, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms: "What did you say just now?"

"It's time to eat." Chang Yao hugged his neck and spoke in a gentle voice.

Feng Yi kissed her lips, and she sat on him, her waist raised...

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yi finally let her go. He straightened his clothes, walked to the dining table, and took the dishes into the kitchen to heat them up one by one.

Chang Yao lay on the sofa to relax for a while, and then sat up to clean up after the food was heated up.

They sat down face to face. Chang Yao picked up the chopsticks and felt her arms go weak. She slowly inserted the chopsticks into the rice.

Feng Yi looked at him and said, "I'll feed you."

Chang Yao glared at him and said, "Can you eat a full meal before doing anything next time?"

"Okay." Feng Yi agreed readily. As long as she didn't flirt with anyone next time, he would definitely be able to hold on until after dinner.

Chang Yao ate her meal very slowly. Feng Yi sat opposite her and waited for her patiently. After dinner, Chang Yao went upstairs to take a shower, and Feng Yi went to clean the kitchen.

When Feng Yi finished and returned to the room, he saw that she had changed into pajamas and was sleeping on the bed.

The next day, they returned to the company. Wu Zhou walked into the president's office with the printed contract. Feng Yi looked at him and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Wu Zhou was supposed to go out for a social event yesterday, but he developed health problems and went to the hospital for an IV drip and couldn't come back.

"It's much better."

Feng Yi looked through the contract and confirmed that there was no problem: "You can send the contract over."

Wu Zhou walked out of his office with the documents. Soon Feng Yi's phone rang: "Mr. Feng, you have to choose the script for your investment, and you have the right to change it if you are not satisfied with it. Also, isn't this 40% to 60% profit split a bit wrong?"

"I pay the money, I guarantee the quality of the script, and you can still get 40%. What's the problem?" Feng Yi asked.

"Mr. Feng, no one can guarantee that every script will only make money and not lose money." He felt that Feng Yi was too confident and thought that he could make back all the money he invested.

"Feng Yi will cover the losses, and you will still get 40%, at least to protect your capital."

As far as he knew, some dramas didn't even make back their investment, but he covered the cost for them, so what objections did they have?

When I heard about the guaranteed capital, it was like they were choosing a script to test the waters, with someone to cover the losses and some profits to share. It was almost like playing house, and there was really no objection.

"Since Mr. Feng is so straightforward, then I have no problem."

The two contracts were returned to the company at noon and officially came into effect after passing the legal department.

Wu Zhou walked into the CEO's office, coffee in hand. "Boss Feng, are you planning to use them to test the waters of the film and television industry?"

"We don't hold a large stake in the two software companies, so we don't have a say, but overall we're still profitable. If we can make money, we can also start our own company."

"Mr. Feng, it seems that they have made a profit, but in fact they are completely controlled by you." Wu Zhou looked at him with admiration.

Feng Yi picked up the coffee and took a sip: "There's nothing to do at the company today, so you can go home early to rest and get well before continuing to work."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng. I'll be off work now." Wu Zhou said happily.

Feng Yi convened a team meeting: "The contract has been secured, and the robot will be ready soon. The publicity department needs to keep up, and the sales department should gradually remove the two parts originally mentioned."

The head of the sales department said: "Orders are already booked until next year. We will suspend accepting orders and clarify the situation with film and television locations and travel agencies."

Feng Yi agreed: "If there is no problem, we can adjourn the meeting."

Qiao Mingxuan stood up first: "Well, I have something good to tell you all."

He took out bags of wedding candy from his pocket and placed them on the table: "I got the marriage certificate yesterday, but I haven't held the wedding yet. Everyone is welcome to come when the time comes."

Min Sisi picked up a bag of candy and said, "Of course. Everyone has been so busy this year, and you still have time to fall in love and get married. You are a master of time management."

Qiao Mingxuan scratched his head embarrassedly: "It's fate, and it can't be stopped."

"Brother, are there any single friends of your wife? Introduce them to me. It's better to keep the wealth within the family."

Qiao Mingxuan smiled and said, "You also know my wife." Everyone was surprised when he said her name.

"Why are you dating her, kid? No, President Feng said we can't have office romances."

Qiao Mingxuan explained in front of Feng Yi: "My wife has already resigned. It won't affect my work."

Feng Yi looked at him and felt a little guilty. The reason why he banned office romance was to prevent Qiao Mingxuan and Chang Yao.

"This rule is indeed somewhat inhumane. Starting today, this rule will be waived, and your wife can still return to the company and continue working."

Qiao Mingxuan didn't expect Mr. Feng to be so easy to talk to: "Mr. Feng, are you serious?"

"Of course." Feng Yi looked serious.

"Well, then I'll tell my wife right now that she doesn't have to resign." He picked up his phone and made a call immediately.

The company group quickly announced the cancellation of the rule prohibiting office romances, and everyone's minds became active again.

After get off work, Chang Yao and Feng Yi returned to the villa one after another. Chang Yao tore off the candy's outer coating and stuffed it into his mouth: "Let's share in the good luck."

"You want to get married?"

"I'm talking about the Nanxi Apartment becoming popular again." Chang Yao walked into the kitchen to cook.

Feng Yi smiled and said that when they got married, she would have what others had.

The next day, Feng Yi went to the Dexin factory, and Chang Yao told them in detail about the core of the robot and what it did.

Tao Hetong thought it was not difficult: "Boss Feng, give me some time, we will do it as soon as possible."

Feng Yi said: "Don't worry, we will work hard after the New Year. I am just giving you the workload in advance."

They worked with Mr. Feng and learned a lot of skills. Even if they leave Mr. Feng in the future, they will be able to survive in the robot market.

"I understand." Tao Hetong said with a smile.

At noon, Feng Yi and Chang Yao had a hot pot meal in the workers' canteen to celebrate a better next year.

After the meal, it was time for the annual holiday. Chang Yao walked out of the factory gate. A cold wind blew and she shivered.