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New day, new low temperature.

With the strong invasion of a new round of cold air, more and more people in the company are catching colds.

Li Qingwen was wearing a white cashmere scarf and came to the company in the air-conditioned room, with the tip of his nose slightly red.

As soon as I entered, I saw a familiar apple on the table.

As the year draws to a close, a new round of performance evaluations is in full swing, with the list of people to be rated being updated daily and assessment meetings being held constantly.

During lunch, Li Qingwen met Old Wu and realized that the phone call he made to Zhou Yongan last night was effective.

Old Wu directly gave her a title: "You are our savior now."

Li Qingwen dared not accept such a compliment, and said jokingly: "I am afraid that if you continue like this, you will all come to me to ask for a raise, or you will not be able to bear the pressure and resign."

If that really happens, their human resources department will be under a lot of pressure.

Old Wu smiled and pleaded, "Then could you please be a good person and take the vice president out to enjoy the nightlife more often these days?"

Li Qingwen also wanted to help them, but the reality was that she and Zhou Yongan were not as good friends as they thought.

She gave up and said, "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Day. If we can hold on for two more days, it will be over."

"Director Wen, don't you know that the vice president asked us to work overtime on New Year's Day?"

Wu Gang has no desire to live.

After being at Huayu for so long, this is the first time he has experienced such high-intensity work. Recently, his wife has begun to suspect whether he has a mistress outside because he comes home so late every day.

Li Qingwen: “…”

Wu Gangsheng was unhappy and couldn't eat: "Can't you go out of town with the vice president on New Year's Day?"

"We see each other every day, doesn't that count as a date?" Although we don't meet each other at the company every day.

Fortunately, Wu Gangsheng had made some plans beforehand. He raised his hand and knocked on the table, revealing an important piece of information: "You've seen the news about the New Year's Eve concert at the Xijiao Stadium. Li Xingzai will be there too. Guess, do I have a ticket?"

Hearing this, Li Qingwen paused in a daze.

She frowned. Didn't Old Wu pay no attention to the entertainment industry? "How did you get the tickets?"

Wu Gangsheng said: "My wife is a fan of a star. I don't know where she got the ticket from. She said she was going there to celebrate the New Year on New Year's Day. How about this, I stole the ticket and gave it to you. You can fight for a New Year's Day holiday for all of us, how about that?"

"make a deal."

"..." The overly straightforward agreement caught people off guard. Old Wu sighed, "I really don't understand you star-chasers."

The guests at the New Year’s Eve concert are all popular singers, and the staff were also talking about it. Everyone in Licheng wants to go to the Xijiao Gymnasium to meet the big stars.

It’s the same every year, tickets to the museum are hard to come by.

Huayu did have more than a dozen tickets to the Xijiao Gymnasium, but those tickets had long been given as gifts to big clients and never came into their hands.

In the afternoon, when he was almost done with his work, Li Qingwen sat leisurely in a swivel chair, nibbling an apple, looking at the towering buildings outside the window, thinking about how to convince Zhou Yongan.

When Lin Sen heard that Li Qingwen was looking for him, he hurried to the HR director's office.

As soon as he entered the door, he expressed his gratitude for what happened last night, and then made the same request as Old Wu.

"Director Wen, can you go out of town with the vice president on New Year's Day?"

Li Qingwen sipped his coffee and looked easy to talk to: "Then tell me about the vice president's schedule for the next week."

After hearing this, Lin Sen looked at Li Qingwen. Disclosing the whereabouts of his superior not only violated professional ethics, but also involved violations of laws and regulations.

The woman in front of him was Huayu's HR, and it was almost the end of the year, so he had to wonder if this was a test.

Is the Human Resources Department evaluating him?

"Don't think too much. I'm asking this as the vice president's family member. Just relax."

Lin Sen rolled his dead eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

He has always been impartial and only takes orders from Vice President Zhou. He is absolutely loyal to the vice president in the company. Even if President Zhou asks him, he has to think twice.

Lin Sen thought for a long time and made a choice: "Director Wen, I can't get anything during the New Year's Day break, but I can earn some money by working overtime. I'd better work overtime."

Li Qingwen: “…”

promising.

She just wanted to know Zhou Yongan's plans for the coming week, to see if she could squeeze out some time to make up for the work lost during the New Year's Day break.

Seeing Assistant Lin leave the office, Li Qingwen scratched his head in frustration.

Jiyue Mansion.

Li Qingwen was having a meal when Mrs. Fan came out of the kitchen, carrying the kitchen waste and preparing to leave, when she suddenly remembered something.

She turned her head and said, "Madam, a man came to our house during the day. I told him you were working at the company, and he left."

"Did you say anything?"

"No."

Li Qingwen was suspicious. He had lived in Jiyue Mansion for so long and no one had ever come to visit him. "What does he look like?"

Mrs. Fan recalled: "He was fat, with a square face and a short neck, about 30 years old, wearing a big black cotton jacket, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He didn't look like he had a serious job."

With such a detailed description, it seems that even Mrs. Fan finds the other party suspicious.

Li Qingwen thought about the people he might know, and none of them met the characteristics that Mrs. Fan described.

"understood."

"Ma'am, please be careful and call the police if anything happens."

After Mrs. Fan left, Li Qingwen glanced at the door from time to time. The empty room was already deserted, and now it seemed even more creepy.

When Li Qingwen was getting ready to go to bed at night, he just lay down when he remembered that the window in the living room was not closed. He hurried downstairs to check and found that Xiao Wukong had indeed disappeared.

She opened the door and braved the cold wind to go straight to Mrs. Tian's house.

He shouted towards the window a few times, then waited under the window sill of Mrs. Tian's house. After a while, little Wukong jumped out from inside, swinging his short legs.

"Why do you always come here? Is there anything for you to eat or drink in there?" Li Qingwen said in a reproachful tone.

Little Wukong babbled and licked his master's hand.

The night was dark and stormy with strong winds.

Li Qingwen stood in the corridor and glanced into the darkness. Perhaps because of what Mrs. Fan said, he always felt that there was someone standing in the darkness staring at him.

However, when she looked over to examine it carefully, no one

The next day, the leaves of the sycamore tree in front of Jiyue Mansion fell all over the ground, and the chill in the early morning made people cry when they breathed.

It was the last shift before New Year's Day. Early in the morning, the conference hall on the 18th floor of Huayu was packed with people, all of whom were branch presidents who had rushed over from various regions to attend the conference.

Zhou Xixiang and a group of senior executives sat around the table and summarized Huayu’s achievements this year and the mistakes it made in the process.

The meeting lasted from 9:30 in the morning to 12:00 and then started again at 1:30 in the afternoon.

In the spacious conference hall, apart from the administrative staff coming in and out serving tea and water, people outside were completely unable to feel the solemn atmosphere of the meeting.

Until an urgent voice came from the conference room: "Hurry up! Call 120, call an ambulance! Lao Cheng, hold on!"

In the conference room, a man in his fifties could not withstand the overwhelming evidence of corruption. Just before admitting to corruption, he suddenly covered his chest and fell into his chair.

After emergency treatment, Lao Cheng was carried out of the meeting room and taken to the hospital.

The annual meeting is still ongoing.

Zhou Xixiang looked at the silent faces below and said, "Banks are banks for the people and institutions that help industries gain a foothold. I hope everyone will keep this in mind and learn from Cheng Junhui's example."