"Lao Liu, what's the matter with you?"

In the office, Cheng Ping glared at the manager surnamed Liu, and the foundation on her face couldn't hide her anger.

She has worked with Manager Liu for more than two years, knows each other well, and most of the daily affairs of the sales department are handled by Cheng Ping, so she, the project manager and the sales manager, are only nominal superiors and subordinates, and most of the time Manager Liu will let her make decisions in order to save trouble.

Because of this, what Manager Liu did just now made her even more angry.

"Hey, Cheng Ping, I can't help it. Manager Liu looked lazy, and shook the screen of the flip phone at Cheng Ping twice, "Did Mr. Wu's wife tell me, let the children in the company exercise for a while, so as not to fool around outside all day." She really wanted to carry out a surprise attack, and told me earlier, how could there be such a thing. ”

"Don't fool around outside, run to the company to fool around!" Cheng Ping was angry, "That red-haired little ruffian is the son of Mr. Wu?"

"No, I've seen Mr. Wu's son. Manager Liu shook his head and pouted, "I don't know what the relationship is, it may be the child of a relative at home." ”

"It's not a son? If it's his son, I can't say anything, what is he? I really think that the company is opened by his family! That Wu Liang, if I say something ugly, it's a stupid X, a stupid X with no bright future! It's a big trouble to recruit him!" Cheng Ping became more and more angry the more she thought about it, but unfortunately women don't grow beards, so they can't blow their beards and stare at them, so they can only stare dryly.

Manager Liu spread his hands: "Oh, what's the solution, nine times out of ten is what Mr. Wu meant." Besides, Mr. Wu's wife is careful, you know, this time I don't agree to her, I go back and blow the wind on the pillow every day, can we stand it? Our performance this quarter is far worse than that of Qingquan, in case Mr. Wu's wife says that we don't shit while occupying the pit, we can't move our butts to make room. ”

As the saying goes, the king of Hades is easy to see, but the little ghost is difficult, it is really inappropriate to offend the person next to the general manager's pillow for this matter, Cheng Ping sighed and said stubbornly: "No matter, Yao Yi must be recruited, where can this kind of talent be mixed up? Don't you want to send it to the door? Believe it or not, as long as he comes, our performance in the next quarter will increase by at least 30%!"

Cheng Ping's words are well-founded, now the sales department is full of old fritters, up and down, all infected with the bad atmosphere of being lazy and idle, it is very necessary to inject fresh blood, talents like Yao Yi are recruited into the company, and they will soon be able to make achievements to stimulate and motivate those old fritters.

"I believe it, but it's useless for me to believe it, there is a lack of sales, and if you want to recruit more people, you have to ask Mr. Wu first, otherwise I will pay him a salary? "Manager Liu habitually shirks responsibility and avoids problems.

"Resign?" Cheng Ping's eyes rolled, and he came from his heart, "I heard that a salesman on Qingquan Road was transferred to Shanghe Ark in the morning? Lao Liu, isn't there a gold medal real estate consultant in the sales department of Qingquan Road, the one surnamed Ma." ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"You tell Mr. Wu's wife about this, just tell her, Wu Liang, this kid has a flexible mind, you should find a good master for him, it just so happens that Qingquan Road transfers a salesman, and let Mr. Wu transfer him to learn from the gold medal consultant, won't we have a place for Yao Yi here?"

"Can this still be the case?" Manager Liu thought about it carefully, felt that there was nothing wrong, and immediately gave a thumbs up, "This method is good! I will tell Mr. Wu's wife at night! Cheng Ping, there is you!

He didn't care if Yao Yi came or not, he just wanted to send Wu Liang away, and he couldn't be happy when he thought of Xiao Zhang's depressed expression after learning the news on Qingquan Road.

came up with a solution to the problem, Cheng Ping was in a good mood and said with a smile: "That's, you think you watched so many palace fighting dramas in vain?"

………………

Outside the door, Yao Yi put away the smile on the corner of his mouth and stared at Wu Liang silently.

At first, Wu Liang was full of momentum, but after standing up and finding that he was half a head shorter than Yao Yi, he immediately shrank his eggs.

After seeing Yao Yi's eyes, Wu Liang felt weak for no reason, and sat back in the chair to bury his head in his chest and be an ostrich.

It must be admitted that for a moment, Yao Yi felt very annoyed, and even wanted to take out his hand to make a phone call and let the sales manager roll up and leave.

Anyone who finds himself carefully planned and prepared carefully in the end is accompanied by others, will inevitably be angry.

But calm down and think about it, this is the normal state of human society, from the temple to the rivers and lakes, where is not the intricate network of human feelings? Large groups and large companies also have a relatively perfect supervision system, while a small company like Konka, decision-making depends on the mood of the leader, not to mention the recruitment of low-level employees?

Connections and relationships are intangible wealth, and the relationship between parents is not wealth won by oneself. If you encounter a small setback and use the upper relationship, it is no different from reaching out to your family to ask for money. If you want to experience this kind of life and are determined to climb up from the bottom, it is best not to use your father's relationship for your own business.

While passing the information to Yan Wenxiang, he helped Song Youzhi easily, which did not violate Yao Yi's original intention, but if he called Yan Wenxiang for his own work, not only would he feel sorry for himself, but Yan Wenxiang would also look down on himself.

Thinking of this, Yao Yi quickly put away his anger and left with the same brisk pace as when he came.

Seeing Yao Yi go downstairs, Wu Liang spat on the ground and muttered: "Niu X coaxed, I don't know what the spirit is, cut." ”

Before the words fell, the door of the office was pushed open, Cheng Ping hurriedly walked out, his eyes swept over the phlegm marks under Wu Liang's feet, he suddenly felt disgusted, threw down a look at the garbage, and walked down briskly with the handrail of the stairs, but unfortunately he still couldn't catch up with Yao Yi.

………………

It was only half past three in the afternoon at the end of the interview, and it was not yet dinner time, Yao Yi, who had nothing to do, planned to go back and finish reading the "Reader" he bought last night.

It seems that God intends to give Yao Yi a bad mood, not only did he encounter some unpleasant little things on the road, but he was also stopped by the security door when he returned to the rental house, and he stood outside the door for seven or eight minutes, and finally opened the door before his patience ran out.

As soon as he pushed open the security door, Yao Yi was stunned outside the door like last night.

This time, what he saw was not a fierce and strong man holding a blood-dripping knife, but a soft and cute girl wearing headphones and standing on a yoga mat and beating hard.

Look at the back, it's Mi Meng, that's right.

What is she doing?

Yao Yi could vaguely hear the music leaking out of the headphones, which was very rhythmic, moving and moving, but looking at Mi Meng's dancing, Yao Yi's ears echoed different voices.

The voice sounded something like this:

One-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight.

Two-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight.

Three-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight.

Four-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight......

This guy seems to be dancing the third set of national broadcast gymnastics for primary and secondary school students?

(PS: The third set of national primary and secondary school students' radio gymnastics "Dancing Youth" was organized and compiled by the Ministry of Education, and was implemented on September 1, 2008, according to the normal timeline of the world, Mi Meng did not have a third set of radio gymnastics for primary and secondary school students when he was in junior high and high school, but there are many inconsistencies between the world of this book and the trajectory of the real world, please do not take it seriously.) ）