After being quiet for a few more seconds, Song Jiu opened his mouth stiffly, "Mr. Jiang, I don't think there's anything wrong with influencing you. ”。

Correct. The words of Song Jiu, who were in two positions behind him, were stuck in his throat, and he glanced at Jiang Xin with a disapproving expression. Several people chatted and greeted each other, and entered the elevator to go upstairs to the office area.

After learning about the location of the company's various departments, looking at Jiang Xin's office, and meeting several directors, the time soon arrived at more than twelve o'clock, and it was time for lunch.

During this period, Jiang Xin directly explained everything to Zhao Xiang, and Song Jiu took the initiative to take care of things several times, but Jiang Xin ignored them, as if this assistant was just an ornament.

Several managers also saw such a difference between intimacy and alienation, and it was difficult to please the daughter of a big boss like Jiang Xin, so they turned to flatter Zhao Xiang in every possible way.

Jiang Xin looked at it quietly, didn't say anything, and in almost an hour, he already understood the temperament and style of several managers.

The materials she studied during the summer vacation are all fixed and rigid company reports, data, current status, etc., and these managers who are in the positions of Xingxin Film and Television executives still need to see them with their own eyes to know whether they are human beings or ghosts.

When it came to lunch, several managers agreed that they wanted to go to the restaurant outside to wash the dust for Jiang Xin. Jiang Xin didn't want to refuse, and set lunch in the company's staff cafeteria.

Several managers looked at each other in surprise, turned around and went down to make arrangements.

Jiang Xin's exclusive office in Xingxin Film and Television soon left only the four of them.

The whole office is spacious and bright, half of which is a precious solid wood desk with plenty of space, and half is a small conference room, which is for Jiang Xin's personal temporary use.

Directly south, a whole floor-to-ceiling window, looking out, you can see the sea area not far from P City, the vast and vast seascape, golden yellow sand bathed in the sun. It's a unique flavor.

Jiang Xin's slender and white long fingers rubbed against the rectangular desk, there were no gray particles on his hands, they were quite clean, he turned to face the person behind him, and his eyes fell directly on Han Yi.

For more than an hour, he accompanied her on this boring but necessary trip, without any childish behavior, just quietly accompanying her, hearing something of interest, and occasionally inserting two sentences.

Jiang Xin's voice was very soft: "Han Yi, you and Zhao Xiang go down first, I'll talk to Song Jiu about something."

After speaking, the two looked at each other tacitly, and Han Yi and Zhao Xiang went out.

Before Zhao Xiang closed the door, he had a vague premonition in his heart, revealing a rare, serious and a little worried expression, looked at Song Jiu, and finally closed the door.

Everyone is gone, there are only two people left in the huge office, and the subtle sound of the central air conditioning operation is particularly obvious.

Jiang Xin's cold eyes fell on Song Jiu, staring at this young woman who had not made any mistakes in more than two months as an assistant, a neat suit and outstanding ability, and didn't know what she was thinking.

In the end, Song Jiu couldn't bear that gaze, swallowed his throat, and opened his mouth calmly, "Mr. Xiao Jiang, if you have any orders, just say it." ”

Jiang Xin curled his lips and smiled when he heard this, but the smile quickly disappeared in the smooth and soft jaw.

The girl leaned against the desk, her slender fingers tapped for a while, and she said lightly, "Song Jiu, why did you leave you alone, you really didn't have any points?" ”