Bai Zhan heard the sound at the door, turned his head to look, and suddenly froze: "Director Wen? ”

Although they had quarreled before, they were people in a unit after all, and the director of the Finance Department was half a level higher than himself, so he still had to have the necessary courtesy.

Therefore, when he saw Director Wen for the first time, his attitude was still very gentle.

But that's not necessarily what I think in my heart.

Bai Zhan narrowed his eyes and smiled at Director Wen: "Director Wen, why do you want to go on a trip in person?" Just call the workshop and tell me to go. ”

"Comrade Bai Zhan, today is different from the past, I must come in person." Director Wen smiled at Bai Zhan, "Can I sit down?" ”

"Of course, please!" Director Bai Xianyi Wen sat down next to him - his office was much smaller than Director Wen's, there was no space for a sofa in the office, but there was another chair next to the desk, and if a visitor came, he could sit next to him - compared to the layout of the communication room.

After Director Wen sat down, Bai Zhan poured him a glass of water.

"Comrade Bai Zhan, I have something to say directly." Director Wen took a sip of the cup, and then said to Bai Zhan, "Before, the leadership team of the factory, out of consideration for the interests of the factory, wanted to recycle the brand 'I Type and I Cool' in your hand and operate it in a unified manner by the factory...... To be honest, in this incident, my attitude towards you was very unfriendly, and there was a big conflict between us. ”

Bai Zhan didn't know what Director Wen wanted to express, so he just squinted his eyes and signaled that he was still listening.

"Comrade Bai Zhan, I don't know if the factory will recycle the brand in your hand in the future, but I, Wen Shiru, have a personal attitude towards you - I will not force you to hand over the brand again."

Bai Zhan was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Director Wen, I have made it very clear before, I don't hand over the brand, not because of interests, but because of ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the office door was slammed open by a girl in the workshop.

"Director Bai, Sister Hui Lin fainted just now! Team Leader Liu is taking care of her! ”

Bai Zhan immediately got up: "Director Wen, I'll be out of company, can you sit down for a while?" ”

Director Wen waved his hand: "You're busy!" We're not in a hurry! ”

Bai Zhan glanced at Director Wen, turned around and hurried towards the workshop.

Director Wen sat in Bai Zhan's office for a while, and he looked at the office in front of him.

Bai Zhan's office is so simple that it is a bit outrageous - Director Wen has been to almost all the workshop director's offices.

The office of each workshop director, in any case, will have some arrangement.

After all, the workshop director's office is equivalent to their second home.

Some people put small objects on their desks, while others put pictures and even calligraphy and paintings in their offices.

But in Bai Zhan's office, there is hardly any arrangement: a tin cabinet contains some documents, a few books related to fashion design, and some half-finished clothing design manuscripts are thrown around the desk.

At first glance, he is a very simple and pure technical worker......

How could such a person have such a bad reputation before......

Director Wen shook his head.

His gaze suddenly fell on the paper basket next to Bai Zhan's desk.

A few crumpled paper balls lay quietly in the paper basket.

From Director Wen's point of view, it can be seen very clearly that the paper balls in the paper basket are exactly the same as the semi-finished manuscripts on the white exhibition table.

Even from the protruding position of the paper ball, some of the lines of the pencil manuscript can be seen.

Director Wen was silent for a few seconds, he suddenly got up, walked to the paper basket, took out the paper ball from it, unfolded it and took a look, it was a design draft of a pair of pants, which looked very similar to the fat and ugly that they had improved in their workshop, and judging from the drawings, the degree of completion was very high.

Director Wen slipped the manuscript into his pocket.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Bai Zhan hurriedly came in from outside, wiping his sweat as he walked inside.

"In the summer, it was too hot in the workshop, and one of our deputy team leaders, named Zhao Huilin, had a bit of heat stroke just now...... I'm going to give them a batch of herbs and then add a few fans to the workshop......"

"Oh, oh." Director Wen nodded absentmindedly, "Very necessary, very necessary!" ”

Bai Zhan glanced at him: "Director Wen, I mean, if there is a fan in the financial department, I won't buy ...... from outside."

The corners of Director Wen's mouth trembled: "Oh, I remember that there are still a few more, and I will have someone send them to your workshop when I turn around......"

"There are still sixteen workshops."

“…… Yes. Director Wen took a breath, stood up, and shook hands with Bai Zhan, "Then, Comrade Bai Zhan, I'll leave first if I have nothing else to do." ”

After speaking, he quickly left Bai Zhan's office.

Bai Zhan saw that Director Wen's slightly chubby middle-aged body was no less fast than that of a young man.

"It's just a few fans, as for running so fast......" Bai Zhan shook his head and returned his attention to the manuscript in front of him.

"My Cool Next Pants ......"

Director Wen put one hand in his pocket and walked quickly into the office building.

He didn't go back to his office, but went upstairs directly and entered the office of Deputy Factory Director Zhang.

"Lao Zhang, I'm Lao Wen." Director Wen pushed the door directly into Deputy Director Zhang's office.

Deputy Director Zhang took off his glasses and stood up: "Old Wen, what kind of wind blew you here?" ”

Director Wen took out the paper ball from his pocket, opened it, stretched it a few times, and then handed it to Deputy Director Zhang: "Bai Zhan's manuscript, I went to his office just now." ”

Deputy Director Zhang took the crumpled piece of paper, first glanced at Director Wen, and then, he put on his glasses and took a closer look at the crumpled paper in his hand.

His brow furrowed quickly.

In an uproar, Deputy Director Zhang suddenly crumpled the paper ball into a ball and threw it in the direction of the coffee table.

The ball of paper fell precisely into the paper basket next to the coffee table.

"Lao Zhang! What are you doing! Director Wen was anxious, and his voice suddenly rose several degrees.

"Comrade Shi Ru, you are also an old comrade, how can you do such a brainless thing?" Deputy Director Zhang was angry, he pointed to the paper basket, "Who can you explain to that thing?" Oh, you asked me to take a crumpled ball of torn paper and give it to a guest from Xiangjiang? Do you think this is appropriate? ”

"Lao Zhang, what are you doing with this formalism? After all, it was a manuscript of the real money Bai Zhan! What's wrong with not looking good? Director Wen was annoyed.

"It can't be such a broken paper ball, it's the same as asking for food!" Deputy Director Zhang shook his head, "This is definitely not going to work!" ”

"If you want to please the people of Xiangjiang, you still want to make formalism, I Wen Shiru can't wait, say goodbye!" After Director Wen finished speaking, he didn't give Deputy Director Zhang any face, and turned his head and walked out.

"Hey, you ......" Deputy Director Zhang took a step forward and grabbed Director Wen, "Old Wen, you are also an old comrade in the factory, why are you so generous?" ”

"It's not that I'm angry, it's you who ...... it"

Director Wen didn't finish a word, and the door of Deputy Director Zhang's office was pushed open by his secretary.

"Director Zhang, the guests from Xiangjiang are here."