Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the room.

Then, a middle-aged man walked in quickly.

"Mr. He, I can't get in touch with the vice president. The secretary of the vice president said that the vice president fell and is now in a coma and is in the hospital. I'm afraid he won't be able to come."

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound.

He Yuncheng slammed his fist on the table.

"He doesn't get sick in the morning and doesn't get sick in the evening. He knows the situation in Africa best. But at this time, he's sick and still unconscious. I'm so..."

"Xiaocheng!" He Yunting scolded: "How do you talk? All affairs are not as important as the vice president's health."

He looked at the person who came by: "Go and see the vice president for me, bring a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums, and express your apologies. I'm busy with work, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

The visitor was taken aback, yellow? chrysanthemum?

Is there something not quite right.

Everyone: "???"

Aren't chrysanthemums used to watch dead people?

Did the boss make a mistake?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one dared to stand up and remind them.

The visitor left in a daze.

"Brother, book a ticket now, I'll fly."

"no."

"why not?"

"I'll go, you stay in the company!"

Since He Rong dared to do it, how could it be a small trouble!

Xiaocheng is too young to be restrained.

He Yunting's tone was unquestionable. He pressed the landline at hand and said to the receiver, "Help me book the fastest flight to Cape Town."

"yes!"

Two minutes later, secretary Su Wen walked in with an ipad.

"Boss, I booked a flight ticket for you at 2 o'clock in the morning and flew directly to Cape Town. Is there anything else you need? Do you want to go back to the villa now?"

"No need."

He Yunting's voice was cold, and he didn't even look at Su Wen.

The crisis is temporarily lifted.

All the top executives left the president's office one after another.

"Xiaocheng, after I leave, I will hand over all the affairs of the company to you, and keep an eye on He Rong's movements."

"Brother, it was He Rong who did the trick! It must be him." He Er was gnashing his teeth angrily.

He Yunting sneered: "It's so obvious that if I don't go for a while, won't it be a waste of his efforts?"

"Brother, do you want to notify the other side? I'm worried about your safety. Send a group of people to protect you."

After thinking for a while, He Yunting nodded.

He Yuncheng immediately took out his mobile phone, instead of looking for a number in the address book, he dialed.

He dialed so fast that the number seemed to be imprinted in his head.

After a while, the phone was connected, and He Yuncheng talked with the other end of the phone with a fluent London accent.

2 minutes later,

"Brother, it's done. They will hide at Cape Town Airport and escort them secretly."

He Yunting nodded, "Put the helicopter on standby, I'm going to Youdang Mountain."

He Er frowned. Aren't they talking about Africa? Why did he cut to Qiao Yi without saying hello?

And: "Brother, time is too tight, if you have anything to say, it's the same for me to convey it to you."

"No, I'm afraid I won't be back so soon. A week later, it's her celebration banquet. I can't make it, so I have to go and apologize to her myself."

He Er: "..."

"Then you take me with you, I haven't seen Xiaobai for a long time."

He Yunting: "..."

Are Xiaocheng and Song Bai getting too close recently?

As soon as the two left the office, secretary Su Wen greeted them.

"Boss, are you going back to the villa?"

He Yunting glanced at her lightly, his eyes were not sharp, but the warning was obvious.

Su Wen immediately kept silent and bowed her head, not daring to ask any more questions.

She watched helplessly as He Yunting and He Yuncheng entered the elevator. The elevator went all the way down and stopped on the first floor.

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number...