Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

Just as he said, Zhou Yongan sent two bouquets of flowers to the human resources department every day. Although he himself never showed up, everyone in Huayu knew that the flowers were sent by him.

Dabin and Yueyue have made great contributions.

Just as the vice president made the director cry, everyone must know that the vice president apologized to the director.

Zhou Yongan, who had been missing for two days, appeared in the Human Resources Department again today.

Lin Sen followed him and said, "The vice president would like to invite everyone to have some coffee."

Everyone came forward happily and watched Zhou Yongan walk into the director's office with a cup of cappuccino in his hand.

Li Qingwen was standing by the window, talking on the phone, speaking fluent English.

Zhou Yongan stood aside and waited for a while, and heard that she was communicating with the local administrative foreign staff in Singapore about recruitment matters.

Capable, well-organized, and decisive.

Zhou Yongan admired her while she was working. The simple pink shirt was tucked into straight pants, and the high-heeled leather shoes on her feet made her look dangerous and charming.

After she hung up the phone, Zhou Yongan walked to the sofa and sat down, and said what she had just mentioned: "Goldman Sachs, UBS and Morgan Stanley are all dream destinations for overseas students. Even if Huayu offers a high salary, it may not work."

Li Qingwen understood what he meant. Huayu's reputation in Singapore was far from enough compared to these foreign banks: "Do you have any suggestions?"

Zhou Yongan: "Huayu's main focus in the Indo-Pacific region is still on Malaysia. Regarding recruitment in Singapore, my suggestion is to post high-paying recruitment information on the company's intranet to attract and encourage employees from other regions of Huayu to go there."

This can not only ensure recruitment efficiency, but also ensure employee turnover rate.

Li Qingwen had no objection.

But the reality is that for employees who have already adapted to other areas, the extra salary is like adding one more drop of water in the ocean and they will not be too excited. Even if there are those who are really willing to change their office location, most of them are motivated by other factors.

Zhou Yongan was already boiling water and making tea. Last time, he saw a unique yellow cup with a big-billed duck on the coffee table. As soon as he reached out for it, he was reminded: "This is the cup I use. Change it."

Zhou Yongan stopped and obediently changed to a white porcelain cup.

Li Qingwen walked over and sat down opposite him, his eyes falling on the pink and white orchid on the coffee table: "Don't send any more flowers, there are rumors outside. Unless you really intend to give up the position of vice president."

The best Lushan clouds were floating up and down under the hot water. Zhou Yongan did not play Tai Chi with her: "As long as you agree not to remove me, I will stop."

What he is doing now is clearly playing with fire and getting burned, and he is the one who suffers. Li Qingwen really can't understand what he is doing.

"First, I don't have the final say on this matter. Second, you are not retreating to advance. If it really comes to that, I won't feel guilty."

A stupid woman always speaks without mercy and will kill you with one blow.

Zhou Yongan was not angry, and said nonchalantly: "Don't feel guilty. Do you send blessings to those people every year?"

His little trick was exposed. Li Qingwen lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling as he said, "That's a holiday courtesy. It has no other meaning."

Zhou Yongan picked up the teacup, leaned against the sofa with his legs crossed, and exuded an air of dignity in every move.

"It's okay if you don't send me flowers. I'll take it as your forgiveness for what happened that day."

Just be obedient.

Li Qingwen stood up and returned to his computer desk.

This morning Zhou Xixiang mentioned the layoff plan, saying that the batch of machines Zhou Yongan brought back have been put to use and the number of bank tellers must be reduced by at least half.

Not all of them will be optimized. Some personnel can be added to other positions, and if there is a need to optimize personnel in other positions, it will also be done this time.

Zhou Yongan held the green and refreshing Yunwu tea, took a sip, and the fragrant tea polyphenols stimulated his taste buds.

Just after taking a sip, his cell phone rang. After answering the call and talking for a few words, Li Qingwen heard him talking about the pool party and looked at Zhou Yongan.

In their position, business is one aspect, but eating, drinking and having fun are the top priorities. Almost all business is successfully negotiated in this process.

After finishing his tea, Zhou Yongan stood up and said, "Wait for me at noon and have lunch together."

noon.

Li Qingwen did not wait for him.

Zhou Yongan still found her in the cafeteria. He was wearing a dark gray suit, and his straight posture made him stand out in the crowd.

He carried the food tray and walked calmly to Li Qingwen, and found that their HR team was sitting together for dinner.

No way, they are just a group of friends eating together.

Yueyue sat next to Zhou Yongan. This was the first time she was so close to him. As soon as he sat down, Yueyue smelled a faint scent of grass.

How could there be such a noble and clean man?

He is confident and outspoken, and his every move exudes an unhurried masculine charm. No wonder so many women are attracted to him.

The food in the cafeteria is the same every day, but Yueyue felt it was particularly delicious today.

Li Qingwen was sitting opposite Zhou Yongan. His eyes were always on her. Seeing that she was concentrating on eating and ignoring him, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the chicken on his plate and gave it to Li Qingwen.

"Eat some meat, you're so skinny."

Li Qingwen paused, looked up at Zhou Yongan, and found that all eyes were focused on them.

Not wanting to make things awkward with Zhou Yongan in front of everyone, she obediently took the chicken and passed it to Dabin next to her: "Dabin likes to eat chicken."

Dabin smiled nervously and said, "Thank you... President Wen? Vice President?"

Zhou Yongan didn't care about Li Qingwen's actions. His eyes were still on her. When he saw her put down her chopsticks, he immediately took out a tissue and handed it to her.

The surrounding eyes focused on them again, like sticky agent.

Li Qingwen didn't want to get entangled with him, so he took it obediently and said lightly: "Thank you."

Zhou Yongan laughed: "You're welcome, Director Wen."

Dabin saw it all and could hardly hold back her smile. She suddenly felt that there seemed to be an unspeakable tacit understanding between Vice President Zhou and the boss. The two of them standing together, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, the more she looked at them, the more pleasing to the eye they became.

However, Yueyue had other ideas.

During the entire meal, she spoke much less than usual and her attention was all on Zhou Yongan.

Zhou Yongan frowned and looked at the plate opposite him: "Director Wen, every grain of rice is hard-earned. I will help you eat the rest of the food."

Li Qingwen hurriedly stopped him, saying, "...This is not good."

Although Zhou Yongan has never been shy about eating saliva, will he be criticized for being thrifty or unhygienic if he does so in public?

Zhou Yongan had already reached out and picked up her plate, and transferred the remaining kelp, king oyster mushrooms, and white rice from her plate to his own plate.

Li Qingwen looked at his actions, his face flushed all the way to his ears. He swallowed and held his breath.

Lin Sen, who was standing by, saw it all.

Li Qingwen was afraid that Zhou Yongan would do something inappropriate again, so he immediately stood up, said that he had something to do, and then picked up his plate and left the cafeteria.

Yueyue and Dabin then also said goodbye.

Lin Sen mustered up his courage and handed the plate to Zhou Yongan: "Vice President, can you help me?"

Zhou Yongan held up a cup of barley tea in his slender hands and gave him a calm look with disdain: "Do you have any sense of hygiene?"

Lin Sen took back his plate awkwardly, feeling depressed. He had helped Director Wen eat it.

Can't you help him?