The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 84 Haicheng First Name Yuan

The season was warm and calm, drinking the coffee that Xiao Ba had just handed over, and did not immediately respond.

Then several management teams stood up, mostly very important managers or department heads: "Sorry, we also intend to resign."

The warmer season puts down the coffee, and the corner of the corner bends a fascinating smile: "Is there?"

The meeting room was once again in silence.

It seems as if everyone thinks that the season should be too confusing at this time, and because the important departments here lack the right managers, they pull down their faces and ask them not to leave.

But no one thought that the response to the warm season was just such a cold word.

The personnel manager who took the lead in the beginning paused: "Miss Ji, what do you mean? We have resigned each other after their own considerations, and have not discussed it privately. Your meaning is to insinuate us deliberately inciting everyone. Leave with us?"

The season warmly picked up the eyebrows: "Have I said that? You took the initiative to resign, I did not refuse, and I did not give you any face, so excited?"

The personnel manager saw her indifferent attitude and felt that she was despised by a 20-year-old girl.

Originally, I wanted to give her a horse, but I never thought that this Qian Jia, who was once famous in Haicheng, did not eat this set in the first place in the management of the workplace.

Several managers who just resigned have changed their faces, and the conference room is dead.

"Several people who resigned today, after the meeting, went to the Finance Department to get a salary." The warm season slowly said: "The rest left, have any thoughts on the development of the studio, I will give you three days to write a letter of advice. After my mailbox and studio were formally established, the monthly salary of the management and employees left behind was doubled."

I took a sip of coffee in the warm season and looked up at every different face in the conference room: "Where did you say that? We will continue the meeting."

......

At the end of the meeting, it was already more than eight o'clock in the night. The warmth went out of the conference room, and the little eight followed her.

"Warm boss, have you discovered that the faces of those people just can't be hanged."

The warmth of the season: "Since the two companies have fallen into my hands, these old departments that used to follow Han Tianyuan have their own minds. If you want to leave, are you still waiting for my export to be retained?"

Speaking of this, the warm season looked back at Xiaoyiyiyi: "However, what do you mean by always calling me a warm boss?"

Xiao Bayi’s face shyly raised his hand and pushed the black-rimmed glasses on his face: “A few days ago, everyone called you the season, but the managers said that you are too young to bear the sound of the season, they just Isn't the room still calling you Miss Ji? I can't stand their eye attack, and I don't want to lose this job in the studio, just call your boss..."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Han Tianyuan's waste, who are recruited in the company?

The management has almost no great ability. Today, the few volunteers have resigned and they have followed her heart.

Among the staff left behind, there is not a lot of professional market knowledge. It is such an internship assistant who seems to be diligent and motivated. It is actually a nerd with a slightly lower emotional intelligence. It can only be described as cute.

At the same time, the warmth of the room was also close to the office in a transparent glass. The secrets of several computers were secretly makeup, and the eyes saw her presence. I was scared to hide the cosmetic bag in my drawer. in.

The warm season is about to walk in, suddenly, the phone rang.

She picked up the phone and looked into the office again.

On the other side of the phone, the ink was as deep as the clear spring. "I didn't go home?"

"Well, still in the studio, I just dealt with some management personnel changes, and I immediately went back." Then the phone, the quarterly warm just a few serious faces instantly softened a lot.

"studio?"

"I merged the two companies I bought from Han Tianyuan and changed my name to the ink warm studio. How about? Is this name good?"

Mo Jing Shen smiled low: "Not bad."

The warm season is about to invite a little for this name. If you want to see if the president of the University of Mexico wants to give a face to officially name it, and if he hasn't spoken yet, he will hear Mo Jingshen ask: "Where is the studio location?"

"At the Jinlin Building."

"Are you driving?"

"Opened, but there is no underground stop here, the car stops a little far." Said, the warm season looked out the window, it was raining outside.

It is already the season of autumn. It is raining at this time, and it is still very big. It is estimated that the outdoor temperature will be very low.

"Wait, I will pick you up." The words fell, the man hung up directly.

There is no umbrella in the warm pack. There are too few parking spaces nearby, and the car stops a little far away. If you go out, it will definitely not work.

Since her husband is planning to pick it up, she has no reason to be too polite.

However, there is some distance from the Moh Group, not to mention the rainy night. It is estimated that the road conditions are not very good and the traffic jam is serious.

The season was warm and there was no hurry, and he turned into the office.

Several secretaries in the office saw the season warming in, and the subconsciously staring at the computer in front of them pretended to be working overtime.

"Today's overtime work is that all departments are busy integrating the company's information and the integration of the various departments. You have nothing to do?"

One of the beautifully-looking secretaries looked around and saw no one answered. After coughing, he opened his mouth: "I am a secretary, and those things are not under our control..."

"Secretary? What about them?"

"We are also secretaries." Several other young secretaries have also opened their mouths, and the eyes look at the warm season from time to time. Under the observation of the legendary Haicheng first lady, it is really so beautiful.

"Before these two small companies, need so many secretaries?" The warmth of the season looked back at the little eight.

The secret secretary is not equal to the secretary. It is said that it is a secret secretary. It is said that it is a part-time public relations typist and a copy of the little girl.

Xiao Ba lowered his head and didn't dare to speak. The warm season looked at her again. Xiao Ba whispered: "Because... Han was here before... I called them to come in as secretaries..."

"How did you call so much?"

Xiao Ba is lowering the voice: "Because... they are beautiful... When they apply, even if they don't have the right position, Han will arrange them in the secretary's office...just in front of his office... ”

The warm-seasoned temples jumped and jumped.

Sure enough, it is a scum!

"Take out their information, let me see."

Xiao Ba "Oh" gave a cry, busy turning to find information.

The so-called secretaries in the office erected their ears and heard the conversation here.

One of them felt that he might be mixed up here. He simply stood up reluctantly and began to pack things in his bag without intention of leaving.

"I said let you get off work?" The season warmed her.

(End of this chapter)