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Yang Yonghui, the boss of Xiaoyaoju, is the son of An Daojun's mother's sister's husband's brother's son!

This is a bit of a mouthful, and the actual relationship is not too far away.

It's true!

Don't believe me? Let's put it another way:

An Daojun's uncle is Yang Yonghui's uncle.

Look, isn't it quite a close relative?

Anyway, with such a relationship anyway, An Daojun thought that as long as he followed the relatives of the big boss, it would be better than being a temporary worker in the price bureau.

So the mother, who has always been cowardly and timid and introverted, couldn't help but beg bitterly, and finally agreed to go out in person, tentatively asking the Yang family about the situation.

I didn't think about it, but the reply over there was very fast, and I agreed quite simply.

But for the sake of time, I'll have to wait a little bit. Moreover, it is not the free life that An Daojun originally imagined, but there are other arrangements.

Finally, after more than ten days, An Daojun came to this inconspicuous-looking little "Yang's Cosmetics Co., Ltd." to report.

This, there seems to be a big gap with Xiaoyaoju!

There is a drum in my heart, but the job of the price bureau has already resigned, and I have come here, no matter how unreliable it seems, it is impossible to turn around and run away.

An Daojun cheered himself up secretly, then tidied up the suit that was not new, and walked into the door of the company.

"Yang's Cosmetics Co., Ltd." was originally a small local company, and the production workshop, the company's façade and the company's headquarters are all next to each other in an area.

Yang Yonghui has the successful experience of Xiaoyaoju, as long as the company's qualification certificate and other formalities are complete, and can legally start producing and selling cosmetics, everything else doesn't matter, so he decisively won.

Then the name was changed and cleaned up a little, and "Yang's Cosmetics Co., Ltd." made a grand debut.

According to the notice received, An Daojun looked left and right all the way and found the conference hall.

Pushing open the door, there were already quite a few people inside who had arrived earlier than him.

Hearing the movement, the people in the hall all looked towards the door.

An Daojun grinned, nodded, and smiled humbly, and while watching the situation in the field, he walked to a corner behind the row of chairs on the left and sat down.

The area of the conference hall is not large, and it is less than 100 square meters at the top.

The front podium was simply arranged, but there were no banners, and two young girls were busy on it, which should be the company's orderly.

Directly opposite the stage, that is, on the chair on the left, there were five or six people sitting sparsely, all of them men, young people in their twenties, middle-aged people in their forties and fifties, and middle-aged and elderly people who were close to old age.

It seems that these five or six men, with the same identity as themselves, are all distant relatives of the boss Yang Yonghui and came to work in the new company.

But coincidentally, among these people, An Daojun didn't know any of them.

Thinking about the relationship between himself and the boss after six turns, these people have not met before, and it doesn't seem very surprising.

Or, they are simply relatives of the boss Yang Yonghui's mother, and An Daojun belongs to Yang Yonghui's father's side, and they don't have much intersection with each other.

An Daojun looked around as he pondered.

Inadvertently, seeing an obvious piece of dust on the seat on his right, An Daojun frowned slightly, subconsciously took out the paper towel he was carrying, wiped the dust clean, and then threw it into the trash can not far away.

"Hey, brother, this is not about making movies and writing stories, there are no company CEOs and executives hiding in the shadows to watch you perform. ”

A middle-aged man with a fortune in the front two rows noticed An Daojun's actions, couldn't help but laugh, and teased.

An Daojun was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of his words.

Perhaps, he thinks he is putting on a show, hoping to make the big man take a fancy to him, and from then on?

To be honest, An Daojun did these things completely subconsciously and didn't think too much about it.

But he just smiled at the other party in a friendly way, without explanation.

It doesn't have to be explained.

Coming out to eat mixed rice, cleverness and diligence are the most important methods and means. This is especially true for young people like An Daojun who have no other support.

Although he was young, he came out to work hard in the society, and he engraved this concept in his heart early on, and he did not dare to forget it.

"Brother, don't listen to him. ”

A tall young man who had just arrived walked directly to An Daojun's side and sat down on the seat he had just cleaned.

"Are you ......" An Daojun secretly complained, why didn't he know him.

Didn't you say that this is the boss's relatives meeting?

"Meet me, my name is Mak King Chang. The other party was warm and generous, and took the lead in reaching out his hand.

An Daojun hurriedly stretched out his hand, shook hands with him, and then reported to himself: "My name is An Daojun." ”

The two exchanged pleasantries a little, and after a few words, they had a general understanding of each other.

This Mai Jingchang, according to him, is the son of the boss Yang Yonghui's aunt, that is, the two are cousins.

Compared with An Daojun's relationship of turning five or six corners and not knowing where to go, Mai Jingchang can be said to be a real close relative.

It can also be said that this is a thick thigh.

An Daojun made a decision in his heart, but Mai Jingchang didn't feel anything.

"Ah Jun, let me tell you, those people over there, don't be like them. ”

Mai Jingchang has a cheerful personality and is familiar with himself, and he has only known him for a few minutes, and he has been unceremoniously called him by his name.

Of course An Daojun didn't mind, he wished that the two of them would get closer.

"Brother Chang, do you know them?"

Mai Jingchang grinned: "Of course, all of them who come here are relatives, and maybe some don't move around often, but they know a little bit." ”

looked at An Daojun, and added: "You are from my uncle's side, maybe a little sparse." But isn't that what we know?"

With his character, it is easy to make friends, An Daojun said secretly.

"We all came here for what we knew in our hearts. Still, there's always something different. ”

Mai Jingchang looked over there, and the corners of his mouth twitched, showing a hint of disdain.

"My cousin, our future boss, bought this little cosmetics company to house our relatives. In other words, the purpose of people is not to make money at all, but to share the benefits of profits with relatives. Some people feel at ease, and when they come in, they plan to be lazy and fish, lying down and waiting for their wages to be counted. Of course, the boss should not care, or according to my guess, he would even like to give them money directly, and there is no such trouble as a company. However, I am not included. Well, you don't include it either. ”

An Daojun was inexplicably "sided" in line.

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