"Secretary Park, the President is not in?"
"He is attending the Casino Association meeting. He should be back soon."
"Oh … this is the property pre-sale report. You must let the President see it when he comes back."
"Okay."
"Secretary Park, this is the property tax related document. President Tang wants it."
"Okay. Thank you."
"Secretary Park, this is our sales department's receipt for last week's reception fee. Please pass it to President Tang."
"Okay."
Park Chulong collected a pile of documents and sorted them out. Then, she carefully reviewed the receipt and signed Tang Jinyan's handwriting. Then, she stamped it with his personal seal.
This was the task that Tang Jinyan had given her: Any report that was less than a certain number of yuan or that had already been approved by the board of directors needed the president to sign it. She just had to imitate his handwriting and sign it …
Although the authority is not much, it is only because she is not familiar with the company's affairs.
He even gave her his personal seal. This is the highest level of trust.
Park Chulong knows that if she wants to betray him, she can do something that will cause him immeasurable losses.
Her heart is warm.
It feels good to be trusted by someone.
Of course, Park Chulong will never think of betraying him. It is interesting to help him with his business affairs.
Even with such a small amount of authority, she felt that she was quite tired. She really didn't know how he could do it if he usually did everything by himself.
If he returns to Seoul, it will be even more tragic. If he returns to Jeju Island for a few days, the backlog of work will make people cry.
It could be seen that the CEOs in Korean dramas who did not do anything were all artistic needs …
"This handwriting is good. It is more and more like my handwriting."
Pu Chulong looked up and saw Tang Jinyan standing beside her with a smile, admiring her signature.
She said. "You should also practice your handwriting. It is difficult to imitate such ugly handwriting …"
Tang Jinyan smiled. "I have no intention to practice Korean calligraphy.
There is no value in practicing Korean symbols. It is a waste of time. "
Park Chulong knows he is not interested in many things in Korea. She is too lazy to argue with him. "So you have practiced Chinese calligraphy?"
"I've only practiced the name. Unfortunately, I don't have much use for it."
Tang Jinyan took the fountain pen and wrote his name in a flamboyant manner. Pu Chulong blinked her eyes in surprise.
She didn't know calligraphy and wasn't even familiar with these three Chinese characters.
However, these words clearly gave off a domineering and ostentatious feeling, just like the ferocious dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. It was a complete contrast to the impression he gave off on the surface.
And the meaning of the name itself was the opposite of the two extremes.
'Careful with words and actions, how ironic …'
While admiring the name, she handed over the property pre-sale report. "The sales department wants you to take a look at it as soon as you come back."
"Hmm …" Tang Jinyan sat back in his chair and carefully read the report.
After looking at it for a while, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"What's wrong?" Pu Chulong asked curiously.
Tang Jinyan put down the report, thought for a while and asked, "Chulong, do you know how many years it will take to recoup the investment if we only rely on the tickets and the filming rent?"
Pu Chulong was not completely unfamiliar with the company's affairs. She knew the total investment of Tang Dynasty company had reached more than two billion US dollars. They also owed countless bank loans. The company's daily expenses were huge. It was not something they could recoup in a short period of time.
The value of the company was high, but it didn't mean they had cash. Even if they had cash, strictly speaking, it belonged to the bank … She hesitated for a while. "It will take at least ten years."
Tang Jinyan nodded. "It will take twenty years.
If we include accommodation, restaurants, shopping, casinos and other aspects brought by the tour, the time can be reduced by more than half. It might take seven or eight years.
This will require a very smooth situation. "
Pu Chulong nodded. "It's already very good.
It will probably take one or two thousand years to be an artist? "
Tang Jinyan laughed and pointed to the report on the table. "But now it tells me that as long as we can sell all the houses in the next one or two years, and with the other income, it will basically be a draw."
Pu Chulong was stunned.
"What a robbery." Tang Jinyan crossed his arms and fell into deep thought.
Pu Chulong didn't dare to disturb him. She went to the coffee table to make tea for him.
"It's still too early …" Tang Jinyan muttered to himself. "Next year … I hope it's not too late."
Pu Chulong took the tea and said softly, "Drink some tea first."
Tang Jinyan unconsciously took a sip of the hot tea. It was so hot that he choked.
Pu Chulong didn't have time to stop him. She was angry and amused. "Is there anyone who drinks hot tea like you?"
"Hiss …" Tang Jinyan sucked in a cold breath and smiled. "Tea has to be drunk sip by sip, and the road has to be taken step by step.
It's useless to think too far ahead. "
Pu Chulong said, "Yes, the film you invested in is still waiting for the results. You should think about next year."
"A man without foresight will have immediate worries." Tang Jinyan hugged her on his lap and stuck out his tongue. "It's hot. Help me blow."
"You're like a lapdog."
Pu Chulong complained. Then, she bent down and gently sucked on the tip of his scalded tongue.
The girl's coolness instantly relieved Tang Jinyan of his pain. He didn't know where he was.
Knock knock. There was a knock on the door.
Pu Chulong stood up with a red face. She tidied up her clothes that were messed up by his perverted hands and went to open the door.
When the door opened, Pu Chulong was stunned.
Papa Zheng was also stunned.
The two of them looked at each other for a while and then bowed at the same time.
"Hello, uncle."
"Hello, Secretary Park."
Both of them pursed their lips when they heard the two greetings.
Papa Zheng sighed and looked inside. "Is President Tang here?"
Pu Chulong hurriedly stepped aside. "Yes, uncle. Please come in."
Papa Zheng nodded and walked in with a folder. "Take a look at the renovation plan for the hotel in Qingliang."
Tang Jinyan took the folder but didn't look at it directly. He just put it aside. "Old Zheng, have a seat.
Have some tea. "
Papa Zheng was silent for a moment. Then, he shook his head and said, "I still have something to do. I'll take my leave first."
Tang Jinyan didn't ask him to stay. He watched Papa Zheng leave.
Pu Chulong closed the door and walked back to him with her head lowered. "Sigh, Yigu … it's so awkward."
"A little." Tang Jinyan smiled. "That's why he was so embarrassed that he left without even saying why he was here."
Pu Chulong scratched her head. "Uncle, did you come with other intentions?"
"Yes.
He came to resign. "
Tang Jinyan said faintly, "No one would want to continue doing it from his point of view, much less supervise the project in Qingliang."
Pu Chulong asked carefully, "Then, did you let him go?"
"Let's go."
Tang Jinyan said calmly, "The relationship between him and me has finished its reincarnation after the design was released.
I demolished the place and he made the renovation. There's no better ending than this. "
Pu Chulong widened her eyes in surprise. Now that she thought about it, it was really fate …
After this, if Tang Jinyan had any involvement with Jung Eun-thi, would it no longer have anything to do with that matter?
Was that what he meant?
Tang Jinyan took out the design draft from the file and looked at it seriously. He said solemnly, "If I have to take it one step at a time … the construction of Qingliang will be my next step."
Pu Chulong heard the seriousness in his words and asked, "Will the profit be bigger than Jeju Island's Tang Dynasty Casino?"
"The profit might not be the case. After all, there are fewer foreigners than Jeju Island." Tang Jinyan said. "But this is a flag."
"What flag?"
"The flag of Seoul's underground forces.
Those motley crew will eventually understand what the general trend is. "