Chapter 132: Demeaning Others and Exalting Yourself
Jiang Qingling turned her back, sneered, and walked out of the office, she didn't return to her position, but went to the bathroom.
met Chen Lan in the bathroom.
Chen Lan saw Jiang Qinglime come out and looked at her expectantly, "How is it, what did the manager say to you?" β
She replied casually: "It's just some job transfers." β
"Didn't mention the position of general manager?" Chen Lanhu glanced at her suspiciously, a little disbelieving, but Jiang Qinglime's expression was serious, not like perfunctory.
Manager Liu packed up his things today, and he will be officially transferred tomorrow, presumably the transfer of the general manager's position will be notified tomorrow.
She didn't intend to hide it, "I mentioned it, they are right, the position of the general manager is Jiang Qingyi." β
Chen Lan turned off the faucet and shook her head regretfully, "You two are the daughters of President Jiang, you are a hundred times better than her, it is really unfair in the world, let such a woman take such a big advantage." β
Jiang Qingling made a gesture and motioned for her to be quiet, she was afraid that this woman would not be able to get along in the company, after all, this was the Jiang family.
Chen Lan shrugged, she was not afraid at all, she patted Jiang Qinglime's shoulder, "I'm optimistic about you." β
I took two pieces of paper, wiped my hands, threw them in the trash, and left.
Jiang Qingling followed out of the bathroom, a little strange, Chen Lan never seemed to be afraid of losing her job, she always had something to say, she didn't care what others said, and she never deliberately pleased anyone.
"Who do you think this general manager will be?"
"I'm betting on Miss Jiang."
"It's all Miss Jiang." The other leaned over.
"Of course, it's Jiang Qingyi, Jiang Cheng's favorite daughter." After the woman finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Jiang Qingling, "What kind of Miss Jiang is she?"
The long-tongued woman in the company is best at gossip, completely unaware of her situation and work.
Discuss other people's private affairs often, as if you can ennoble yourself by belittling others.
"Be quiet, she's coming."
"What are you afraid of, she's going to eat you?" The company is immediately Jiang Qingyi's decision, what are they afraid of.
Jiang Qinglime saw the three women discussing in a low voice together, walked over to their desks, and knocked on the table.
The three women who were discussing Jiang Qingling raised their heads, a little surprised, after all, Jiang Qingling always pretended not to hear when she heard them discussing herself, so their courage became bigger and bigger.
They thought that Jiang Qingling was weak and could not be bullied, and they would not resist, so they became more and more excessive.
Now they saw Jiang Qinglime standing in front of them, and they had no intention of leaving.
Jiang Qingling leaned over and smiled a little weirdly, "Happy work." β
The three of them had a chill down their backs, and that kind of smile, they seemed to have seen it for the first time, and that smile hid a bone-eating coldness that made them cold all over.
Someone scolded in a low voice: "Sick." β
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After getting off work, Jiang Qingling stood at the door of the company waiting for the bus, and many people began to doubt the authenticity of her being Ning Xizhou's fiancΓ©e, probably because she was seen waiting for the bus here every day.
It's not that her money is not enough to buy a car, it's just that she can't give up, she can't give up a penny, and her money hasn't been used yet.
A cool black sports car drove in front of her, flicked a drift, turned around, and stopped in front of her.
Inside the roadster, the man was fully armed, his hands were propped up on the steering wheel, and he snapped his fingers, "Hey." β
Jiang Qingling ignored him and walked to the other side, but the owner did not give up and kept following her slowly.
Jiang Qinglime walked around the corner, a little further away from the company, she stopped and raised her eyebrows to look at the man in the car.