Very Pure and Ambiguous: The Prequel Chapter 170: Yang Mei (on)

"Why not speak? Just now I heard Chief Chu and everyone at the door seemed to be arguing about something, so intense, should work like this! Don't be too rigid!" I saw everyone stopped talking, so I hit After a round field, he said, "Everyone continues if you don't work, it doesn't matter if it's not work, it's a combination of work and rest!"

"That ’s right, I and Director Liu are here to participate, I said, we are working at lower and upper levels, we are all friends after work, otherwise there should be a generation gap, haha!" Chu Gao naturally follows my direction Speak: "Look, it's almost twelve o'clock, Ma is off in the morning, everyone should rest, let's continue the topic just now!"

But none of the people in the conference room talked, they all looked at the public relations manager Yang Mei with a strange look, while Yang Mei was blushing, his head bowed, and his big watery eyes wandering around. I don't know what I'm thinking about.

"What are you doing? Did anyone tell me Ah?" I wondered.

"Director Liu, that's ... that's what we just ..." The manager of the R & D department is my loyal student and fan, and I always know everything about me. I want to speak at this moment, Yang Yiyi Seeing that bad, he immediately gave him a severe glance, and said, "It's all right, that Director Liu, we were just talking about that security captain, wasn't it, Li Xiaogang manager?"

Li Xiaogang must be looking forward to Yang Mei, listen to her questions, and quickly nodded: "Yeah, yeah! That's it!"

I don't want to say it to everyone. Did not ask. previous life's years of corporate management experience tells me that this group of people was either planning Chu Gao or planning me, so I don't need to delve deeper.

Many employees like to arrange own leaders for nothing. This is a normal thing. Just like when I was previous life, I played a game that abused my boss when I was not CEO. Later, when I became the boss, I realized that the boss was not so good. It is necessary to ensure the company's performance and not be too harsh on the employees below, it is really a hard job! So I don't like to hold the employees down.

"That's it, everyone, take a lunch break, and study the content of the meeting in the afternoon!" I waved and said.

"Yeah! Long live Chief Liu!" Yang Mei said happily, raising her hands.

Li Xiaogang cursed inwardly, this silly woman. Actually called Director Liu Chief Liu in front of Chief Chu ground, isn't this uncomfortable!

However, Chu Gao doesn't care about this. Who in the company has the most voice Chu Gao knows best.

I looked at Yang Mei and smiled at her. I don't often attend company meetings, and many people are recruited after the group was established, so I'm not familiar with the girl in front of me. But the company's rules ca n’t be messed up. I said to her: "Still call me Director Liu or consultant Liu. Say one more word because it won't waste a lot of cells?"

"I see!" Yang Mei grimaced at me.

I have a joy in my heart. This Nizi is quite interesting. She dared to make a face with the leader. Look at her age. It should have just graduated from college, and is about the same age as Chen Wei'er. But then I thought again. What kind of leadership am I, just a project director. Although it is an important position, it does not have personnel authority, so there is no need for the little girl to respect you.

However, Chu Gao saw his manager make a face at the chairman, startled, and glared at Yang Mei: "Yang Mei, what are you doing! Don't be big or small!"

"Chief Liu and I ... the supervisor seems to be about the same size ..." grunted Yang Mei: "Finally, it's Chief Chu. You talk about it, and you're friends after work. What's wrong with making faces with friends!"

"Uh ..." Chu Gao was speechless for a moment, thinking. It is indeed the manager of the public relations department. clever and eloquent doesn't say that it has the potential to become a lawyer!

"Okay, Yang ... Yeah, right." I also just knew her name was Yang Mei. So he said, "Chief Chu is joking with you, let's go and eat together."

"Director Liu, you are too hurting your self-esteem. The manager is the company's first beauty. You don't even know the manager's name ..." Yang Mei said unwillingly.

"Don't you know now? I have more things to do, huh," I laughed.

I took a closer look at the little girl in front of me. She was tall and born with a model's body. The delicately carved face only rubbed a layer of foundation lightly, and did not have the same strong makeup and makeup as some professional white-collar women. But even this is still glorious and natural. Qing Chunzhong, however, revealed a wild beauty, a small mouth that was unreasonable. Most of these girls are lovely, mature, and dare to be more independent. No wonder you can take the position of a public relations manager who is hardly a businessman.

New Century Group There is a collective cafeteria on the top floor of the building where the office is located. Many company employees in the building eat at noon. Originally, the cafeteria was divided into two large rooms, separated by a glass in the middle. Those above the manager can go to the small cafeteria for dinner. Later, I didn't know who gave comments, so I cancelled the middle partition, and everyone mixed up. Sitting together.

As soon as I arrived at the cafeteria, I and Chu Gao were scattered by the crowd in the cafeteria. Who wants to make it this time? At noon, it's an hour's lunch break, and everyone is rushing to eat and go back to rest.

This is my first time dining in the cafeteria. Looking at the window of special dishes, I really don't know what to eat. Compared to the school cafeteria, this is just like the food festival!

It's important to know that the company's white-collar workers are very picky. If your food is not good, people can call for a takeaway or order food at a restaurant. Unlike students, everything is fine.

Suddenly, I saw a window selling Sichuan mala tang. I suddenly thought about the scene when I first ate at the mala tang booth of Chen Wei'er's house in Xinjiang that year, so I said to the master who sold mala tang: "Master, Would you like to have a mala tang, put more peppers, not coriander ... "

"Old grin!" Master mala tang nodded and said, "Five dollars."

"Here." I took a ten-yuan ticket from my wallet and handed it over.

"Sir, we are food-card here." Master mala tang pointed to the card reader above the window and said.

"Ah? food-card!" The first time I came to eat, how could I know food-card! Looking back for Chu Gao, he found that he was long gone.