"OK, no problem." Zhang Lan nodded with a smile.

Finally got this "Dakar Queen", Zhang Lan called it cool in her heart, it felt like standing on the road where the asphalt was roasted and began to bubble under the high temperature of 389 degrees on dog days, when she couldn't breathe, suddenly someone handed you a popsicle that was still looking like a little cool, and took a bite hard, and a cool breath went from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, which was called a comfortable.

Money is not a problem for Zhang Lan, it will never be a problem, the problem is how to retain talents.

Talent is the cornerstone of a company's development and growth, which Zhang Lan understands can no longer understand! It is foreseeable that with the addition of Cosworth, which is extremely strong in engine research, and the strong support of the entire Alice Group, the future of the Alice "Snow Leopard" team will become very bright.

The Mitsubishi team that has achieved the most glorious seven consecutive crowns in history? Zhang Lan is confident that the myth of Little Japan will not appear in the Dakar, and will be replaced by a bigger and more legendary myth of the Alice "Snow Leopard" team.

It was already mid-December 1997, and Zhang Lan had just returned from Paris, France, a few days ago, although the race had not yet started, the corresponding preparations had been prepared, and everything in the team was in order. \\/\

Zhang Lan knew that it didn't make much sense for him to continue to stay there, maybe because he was there, watching his boss supervise him all day long, which caused too much psychological pressure on the team members, rather than that, it was better to go back to China honestly to watch the live broadcast of this race: anyway, even if China doesn't broadcast live. There are many countries in the world that broadcast live.

The Spring Festival in '98 came very late, even though it was already December 1997, and it would not officially catch up with the traditional Chinese festival of purity until the end of January 1998.

And now, according to the Chinese lunar calendar. It's only the middle of November, and in the eyes of the Chinese, there is still more than a month before the New Year, which is very early. There's no need to rush.

But the Chinese are not in a hurry, and the foreign workers from various countries, including the old Maozi, who work in the group are different: for them, there is still a little more than a week to reach their traditional Western holiday: Christmas.

In the West, this is the grandest and most solemn festival, how can it not be well prepared?

The group has always respected the traditional festivals of these foreigners, just like giving various New Year's benefits to the Chinese employees of the group during the Spring Festival. \\\On Christmas Day, the company will also give various Christmas benefits to all foreign employees working in the company.

This kind of small means of winning people's hearts, although it does not cost much, but I have to say that the effect is quite good, for the company's full of human feelings, these foreigners are very moved: not because the company sent themselves, but because the company attaches great importance to their own people. This can be seen in their daily work.

The foreign guys get their share at Christmas. The Chinese employees of the group did not say anything. Because I know that I don't know if it's Christmas or leftover eggs, in the hearts of these foreigners, it is similar to the Chinese New Year. The company gives them benefits at this time, which is similar to the company's New Year's benefits for itself during the New Year.

But the heart understands it. I saw the foreigners engine, but I didn't. \\\ Everyone will also have a little envy in their hearts, although the whole festival has nothing to do with themselves, but if they can get a little bit of something at this time, how good it would be, everyone and these foreigners spend Christmas together.

The eyes of these guys, as well as the thoughts hidden behind this kind of eyes, were naturally seen by Zhang Zongjun. Zhang Zongjun pondered: When foreigners handed out Christmas benefits, these Chinese workers watched dryly; When these Chinese workers give out New Year's benefits, these foreigners in the company look at it with their eyes, which doesn't seem to be very good, and for everyone, well, it seems to be a bit discordant. Simply, send it together! When giving benefits to foreign workers, there is also a share of Chinese workers, and similarly, when giving Chinese workers Spring Festival benefits, there is also a share of those foreign workers: celebrate the holidays, everyone has fun together!

Very good, since Zhang Zongjun decided to take this measure, the employees of Alice Group feel that they are the happiest employees in the world: they can actually receive New Year's benefits twice a year - in the hearts of foreigners, they have also spent a happy and lively Chinese New Year with their peers; In the hearts of these employees in China, they have also experienced the taste of a foreign year - is there a more generous boss than this?

Although people are a little greedy, but more often, these ordinary people still know about the gratitude, at least Zhang Zongjun can see it, and everyone's enthusiasm for work has obviously increased a lot. \\\ Zhang Zongjun just used millions of dollars to win the hearts of the entire group.

For his father's approach, Zhang Lan raised his hands and feet to agree, although millions of money, although at this time is almost equivalent to a considerable part of the company's profits for a year, but if you can use these money in exchange for employees' loyalty and gratitude to the company, it is worth spending a little more!

Next year, the high school entrance examination is coming, and the unlucky children in the third year of junior high school are very hard (three-year junior high school), very hard, and for the sake of next year's admission rate, the school has begun to give these poor children extra lessons: not to mention that school is usually late when they go to evening self-study, and even Saturday and Sunday have been canceled: in the past, you could still count on Saturday and Sunday to have a good rest, but now Sunday has become a week seven. Rest? Don't think about it, don't even dream about it.

If my estimate is correct, this annual leave for the poor children has also thought about it, for the sake of the students' future, in order to enable the students to be admitted to better schools with better grades -- the school's leaders are so righteous and Ling Ran said to the parents of these poor children in the notice -- this winter vacation, the students in the third year of junior high school will have to work harder, study a little more, and will have a holiday on December 27 of the lunar calendar, and school will start on the sixth day of the first lunar month. \\\,

This news was told to Zhang Lan by Mo Liyan, although it has not been officially issued, it is said that the document has been formed now, and it is a matter of the past few days not to stay overnight, but the time is not yet yet, and it has not been officially issued.

As for why Mo Liyan knew, the reason was naturally very simple, because Liyan's mother was the director of the third-grade department of high school, and Liyan's father was the director of the school's political and educational office.

When she said this to Zhang Lan, Xiao Mo Liyan's little face wrinkled like a little bitter melon, although her home is in the school, and she doesn't have to worry about the safety when she comes home from school at night, but thinking about the hard work, dire water, and the days that are not human like hell are about to fall on her, the little girl can't help but feel a burst of sadness: I can't live this day!

If you have grievances in your heart, you naturally have to vent them, in the same way, sadness is also a kind of grievances, and you naturally have to vent them, and the consequence of venting is that Zhang Lan's soft flesh under her ribs was twisted by Mo Liyan again.

Looking at Zhang Lan's aggrieved and puzzled eyes, Mo Liyan was very uplifting, looking at Zhang Lan with a pitiful face, and pleading, "I'm in a bad mood, I can't always hold it in my heart, right?" The book says that if you keep holding it like this, you will be suffocated, of course, you have to vent it. Well, I can't vent to my parents, can I? You're the best I've ever ...... Well, that...... So, if I don't vent it to you, who else can I vent to? ”

Khan, okay, looking at Mo Liyan's pitiful little face, the only meaning in Zhang Lan's heart was that the depression disappeared without a trace, stroking the soft flesh that was still hurting under her ribs, Zhang Lan had to comfort herself: Just think that she owed this girl a debt in her previous life, and this girl in this life has come to collect debts from herself in this way? What else could be done otherwise? What can you do if you don't bear this kind of thing?

Zhang Lan didn't think about letting this girl find someone else to vent, because if this girl really did this, it would mean, well, the relationship between herself and this girl...... It's changed.

Not only that, in line with the principle of "blessings and hardships", Zhang Lan was dragged to school by Mo Liyan's little girl, and said: Experience life with me.

For Mo Liyan's move, Zhang Lan wanted to cry in her heart: In her previous life, she had even experienced such a dark day as the college entrance examination cram school, is there a worse place than that kind of hell on earth? originally thought that God's punishment for himself was enough, and he could enjoy life with peace of mind in this life, but why would such a miserable life fall on him again?

"Go, go with me," in line with the principle of sharing difficulties, Mo Liyan dragged Zhang Lan's arm again and again, with a hint of pity in his delicate tone, obviously coquettish to Zhang Lan, "You are so smart, I can still ask you if there is a question when the time comes, right?" ”

Saying that, Mo Liyan's little face had already bittered again, "You can't watch me fail the first middle school, right?" My parents are both teachers in No. 1 Middle School, if I can't get into No. 1 Middle School, not only will I be ashamed, but my parents will also be ashamed, help! ”

Mo Liyan's pitiful appearance and the constant swirling crystals in his eyes made Zhang Lan feel distressed, ruthless, gritted his teeth, and stomped his feet: Damn, let's die, anyway, I didn't hang up when I experienced a life that was even more unhuman than this in my last life, so it makes no sense to hang up this time, right?

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