Cheng Xilu doesn't know the distorted psychology of a group of people.

She only thought about how to successfully end the five days of the director's office, and then get a good result and draw 10,000 yuan lucky bags.

The meeting was not long, lasting only half an hour.

Yu Zongting cherished words like gold throughout the whole process, and rarely spoke, she silently calculated, and the words that the man said added up to no more than ten sentences.

But every sentence hit the nail on the head, and the senior executive spokesperson who was still talking eloquently and admitting that he had unique views was drenched in cold sweat in an instant, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Yu Zongting doesn't like the content of the paper talk.

He's more focused on putting things into practice.

Naturally, in this Donggang blood exchange, those who can escape from Yu Sheng's hands and survive successfully are by no means mediocre.

There are lessons from the past, and the people behind them speak again, which is much more cautious and rigorous.

At the end of the meeting, Yu Zongting left first, followed by a group of executives, and Cheng Xilu stayed for a few more minutes, finishing the minutes of the meeting in his seat before getting up and leaving.

When I returned to the secretary's room, I was just about to take the computer to look at the secretary-general, when the internal line rang.

The landline was closest to her, and out of conditioned reflex, Cheng Xilu picked it up in a daze.

The next moment, several young ladies in the secretary's room looked slightly stunned, subconsciously stopped the work in hand, and looked at her intently.

Finished.

She has a hunch that this inside line can't be connected without permission.

Sure enough, there was silence on the phone for half a second, and a man's cold voice came: "Q4 quarterly regulation is canceled, notify the marketing director to come up." ”

Cheng Xilu breathed lightly and overflowed with one word: "Okay." ”

The sound of air fell, and there was silence over there.

I was hesitant to hang up.

In the earpiece, Yu Zongting's smooth explanation sounded again: "The minutes of the meeting, bring them to me and take a look." ”

？？

The hand holding the phone shook slightly, and Cheng Xilu stammered a little, "Can you, wait a few more minutes." ”

There were several areas where the jargon was misworded and needed polish.

Obviously, this unconventional answer made the two assistant secretaries present realize that Yu Sheng had additional instructions, and they were worried that Cheng Xilu would be difficult to deal with, so they planned to reach out to pick it up.

Then.

“Luky。”

A man's magnetic voice was heard on the phone.

Cheng Xilu's back straightened.

He said gently, "If you don't mind, help me change my coffee." ”

“......”

After speaking, the inner line is cut off.

The air calms down.

The assistant asked her, "What did Yu Sheng say?" ”

Cheng Xilu's small face froze, and he repeated all of Yu Zongting's words.

Everything is clear.

Only, on the question of meeting minutes, do you have to wait a few more minutes?

The Secretary-General is not there.

The child's mind is now full of question marks.

In the end, I could only print out the electronic file of the meeting minutes, and walked steadily towards the director's office with the coffee ground by the assistant lady.

Outside the door, he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door.

It happened that Zhang Cen came out of it.

Seeing the coffee in Cheng Xilu's hand, he raised his eyebrows: "Luky is freshly ground?" ”

The girl shook her head and gestured to the secretary's room.

Meaning, borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

Zhang Cen smiled and leaned sideways to give her a place, signaling that she could go in.

The office was empty, so quiet that no sound could be heard.

The cold tone was suppressed, Cheng Xilu dutifully put the coffee away, and stood in place, not daring to move.

Look around, no one.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door opening from the side.

She subconsciously turned around and saw Yu Zongting coming out of the lounge, taking off his suit, and wearing only a smoke-gray shirt.

It's not the same color as the one in the meeting.

So, just now he was changing clothes inside?

Yu Zongting sat on the sofa as usual, glanced at the fragrant coffee on the coffee table, raised his chin, and asked Cheng Xilu to sit too.