007

Jiang Fanxi has always been very efficient. That night, he verbally informed Tang Yi of his preliminary judgment, and the next day he found an opportunity to start the production line and prepared to issue a formal investigation report.

As soon as the equipment was started, the fig leaf was ruthlessly torn apart.

It imitates the appearance and most of the hardware configurations of the APEX product, but does not imitate the core technology, and the manufacturing system is even more buggy. No wonder all the things made have poor accuracy problems.

Because Tang Yi did not express his opinion on whether to remove these three equipment, Jiang Fanxi did not make any decisions to dismantle the equipment. He stayed in the workshop for three days and listed the general questions clearly and returned to the office.

Tang Yi did not contact her, and no one dared to arrange work for her. The investigation report was ready to be sent to Tang Yi. She lived a life of being idle again. When she was bored, she simply drew out the equipment drawings and tried to reorganize them, just as practicing.

It was the end of September, and the autumn tigers were raging. Although it was early autumn, it was still hot in the afternoon.

Recently, because she often needs to go to the workshop, she does not wear serious trousers and high heels. She usually has a shirt tied into high-waisted jeans and pedals with a pair of black Converse. She looks young and unruly, and has a very good proportion of slender waist and long legs.

At this moment, the A0 large drawings filled the entire desk. She leaned over to the desk and redesigned the lines on the drawings.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock", the door behind him was knocked.

It took a few seconds before Jiang Fanxi put away his pen. When he turned around, his mind was full of complicated and complicated circuit diagrams.

Outside the transparent glass door, two men in suits stood behind Lin Ke.

Jiang Fanxi held up his glasses and saw clearly that one of them was Tang Yi, and stood there in a daze.

The door was pushed open, Lin Ke stuck his head, his face turned slightly red, and his voice was nervous: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Tang is looking for you."

It's really Tang Yi.

Jiang Fanxi came back to his senses, subconsciously walked to the other side of the desk, took off the windbreaker on the hanger and put it on. Then he pretended to be fine and walked to the door, and smiled and said, "...Mr. Tang, good afternoon."

Tang Yi looked normal: "Good afternoon."

He was very tall, and Jiang Fanxi found that he wanted to look directly at him, so he had to raise his head slightly. She didn't intend to look up at Tang Yi, so she pretended to touch the back of her neck and opened her body sideways: "President Tang, please come in and sit."

The man standing beside Tang Yi signaled Lin Ke to avoid it, and then nodded slightly to Jiang Fanxi: "Hello, Mr. Jiang, I am Mr. Tang's assistant Zhou Heng."

Jiang Fanxi: "Hello Zhou Zhu."

Tang Yi took the lead in the office. When he was about to take a seat, his eyes fell on the stack of drawings on the desk before he sat down.

Zhou Heng finally came in, brought the office door up, and sat down next to Tang Yi.

After Jiang Fanxi walked to the desk, he planned to call Lin Ke and let some drinks come in.

"Mr. Jiang," Tang Yi looked at her, his eyes and voice were very light, "Just talk about the serious business." After that, he clicked on the single sofa beside him: "Please sit down."

The office was less than twenty square meters, and a group of L-shaped desks, a large facade bookcase, a 31-piece sofa and a coffee table filled the entire space. Tang Yi and Zhou Heng, who were tall and long legs, sat on the sofa, and the space suddenly became cramped.

Jiang Fanxi was embarrassed when facing Tang Yi, and now he had to sit next to him, but he was out of here for a while. She had been abroad for more than ten years and had a conservative concept. She had just had a vacuum on the front foot and had to talk to the boss in close contact. She felt uncomfortable horizontally and vertically as if she was baked on the fire.

She sat down with her eyes wide open, and she deliberately did not look at Tang Yi, but observed Tang Yi from the corner of her eyes.

Tang Yi was wearing a dark gray single-breasted suit today without a tie. The white shirt inside unbuttoned the top two buttons to reveal the wheat-colored skin. His hair was not a meticulously combed in the first two meetings, but was naturally fluffy to his forehead, and his hair looked rough and hard, very masculine.

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Chapter completed!