Chapter 206: The Intolerable Rule Page (1/2).

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Jiang Yi looked at it next to me and explained to me: "You can check the content of these paragraphs I marked in red, but delete everything involved, and the draft must stand in the official perspective and grasp some large-scale things, and you must have a subjective judgment on what can be disclosed to the outside world and what cannot." ”

I nodded and said, "Got it." ”

Then Jiang Yi guided me paragraph by paragraph, especially when it comes to management knowledge, I don't know much, he explained it to me, and then asked me to write it over and over again, from dawn to dark.

I showed Jiang Yi the minutes of the meeting written by Ji Pingsheng's assistant, and he didn't read it again after going through it, and said lightly: "The idea is clearer, but the writing is not as good as yours, take your time, you will also get started." ”

I don't know why, I was suddenly very moved when I heard him say this, and I felt like crying, I had to say that I wanted to invite him to dinner and thank him, he said no, he was going on a business trip tomorrow, and he had to pack up when he went back.

When we went downstairs together, there was no one in the company anymore, and after so many days of encounter, it was the first time I asked him about his current situation.

"Do you live in Rongcheng now?"

He nodded and asked me, "How did you come up to work here?" ”

I said that I had been in the M Hotel in Jiangcheng after graduation, and I was transferred later, and he said no wonder.

All the way downstairs to the company, I offered to give him a ride, he asked me where I lived, I told him the general direction and he said that he was not on the way, he took a taxi.

I walked towards the parking lot, and Jiang Yi suddenly called out to me: "Dabai." ”

I was stunned for a moment and looked back at him, there was a distance of several meters between us, this title seemed to have not been called like this since he broke up with Wen Qing, every time he was connected by name and surname, as if deliberately drawing a line.

I was stunned: "Huh? "Yes.

A touch of sorrow appeared between his eyebrows: "Is she doing well?" ”

Suddenly, my nose was sour, I choked up and said, "Okay." ”

He tugged at the corner of his lower lip and said with a complicated expression: "That's good." ”

After saying that, I strode away and disappeared into the night, and the moment I turned around, my heart was tugged at and ached.

I lied to Jiang Yi, but I can only say that a relationship that can never be returned is the best fulfillment for each other only by letting go.

When I got home that night, I was a little depressed, and Li Ziluo finally saw my abnormality and asked me what was wrong?

I lied to him and said that he was a little tired and wanted to go to bed early, in fact, the events of the day had a great impact on my mood, it was that kind of particularly frustrated feeling, so that I didn't know how to face Li Ziluo, and I was even more afraid that he would know about it, and he would think that I was useless and embarrassed him, this feeling made me so uncomfortable, even my dreams were full of this incident...

The next day, I handed the newly printed draft to Ji Pingsheng, and Ji Pingsheng was a little surprised and said, "It's been changed so quickly?" ”

I nodded, he briefly glanced at it and looked up at me and said, "I'm afraid you're too late, I just asked Xiao Ding to write a copy yesterday, you can put it first, I'll have time to take a look." ”

At this time, he called, as if he was very busy, waved at me, and I went out.

On the minutes of the meeting that Ji Pingsheng sent me yesterday, there was a name named Ding Wentao written in the column of the recorder, and the little Ding in his mouth should be his assistant.

Now it's obvious that Ding Wentao and I each wrote a copy, but I don't know which person Ji Pingsheng will choose in the end, I am suddenly very worried, if he chooses Ding Wentao's things, wouldn't it be a disguised slap in the face?

At that time, he confessed this matter in front of Li Ziluo, if the ultimatum was written by someone else, then Li Ziluo's face would also be dull!

I was so nervous that I couldn't do anything all day, so I wanted to get the news from Ji Pingsheng as soon as possible, even if he felt that my writing was still not good enough, it didn't matter if I continued to change it.

But after a quiet day, a colleague asked me to help print things when I got off work, and I added a lot of hours.

After going back, Li Ziluo sat in the living room, the computer was on the coffee table, and he seemed to be reading something with a cigarette in his hand.

After I entered the door, he didn't look up, slightly twisted his eyebrows, I walked a few steps towards him, he slowly closed the computer and looked at me, squinted slightly and smoked a cigarette, I don't know why, just his eyes made me inexplicably flustered.

I hurriedly said, "I'm tired, I'll go upstairs first." ”

He suddenly said, "Mr. Ji went to my place today." ”

I froze, and I didn't dare to look him in the eye, and I stood at the top of the stairs clutching my bag tightly and heard him continue: "I chatted for a while, and then I talked about you." ”

My hand clenched tighter and tighter, and I blinked slightly: "He... Did you say anything? ”

"Suggest I replace you."

My hands trembled, and I heard him continue, "Send it to me." ”

I lowered my head and bit my lip.

"The assistant next to me will naturally have many pairs of eyes staring, and your words and deeds may become a thorn in the eyes of others."

My face was pale, but luckily there was hair in my face so that he would not be embarrassed to see me, and I replied, "I know, I'll pay attention to it later." ”

I went to bed early in the evening, and when Li Zi came up, I turned my back to me, and he wrapped around me from behind and asked me, "Did you sleep?" ”

I didn't say anything and pretended to be asleep.

But since I learned that Ji Pingsheng had gone to Li Zi backward, I suddenly felt so stressed, I don't know if the second version of the draft I did also made him feel very rubbish, maybe I'm really rubbish, compared with those high-achieving students and turtles from famous schools, I am really worthless, they can easily write a tall manuscript, and I often have to work overtime and stay up late to get it out, and I'm afraid of making mistakes, so I check it over and over again, and finally I have to