The green camphor tree has a deep view

The data group had the fewest people and completed the division of labor first. Zhu Yu browsed the situations of other groups out of boredom.

"Except for me, all other team leaders are PhDs... My God, Zhao Jin is actually the team leader of three teams! Does he want to work himself to death?"

Hearing Zhu Yu's mumbling, Wen Qing thought for a moment and said, "Didn't Song Jingshen just say that people with outstanding contributions can join his company after graduation?"

"How can I trust everything the capitalists say?" Zhu Yu stretched and took a nap on the table. "The prerequisite for joining the company is that the company has sufficient technical positions. If this project is successful, I may be able to become a vice president, not to mention joining the company."

Wen Qing complained softly: "Who knows what will happen in the future? It's just tricking people into doing work."

"Let's take a chance while we are still young." Zhu Yu said, "As long as the project is implemented as scheduled, this matter will be half successful. As for the follow-up, who can say for sure now? Let's take it one step at a time..."

As the two were chatting, there was a knock on the door. The atmosphere in the conference room was lively and noisy, so no one heard it for a while.

Wen Qing was sitting close to the door, so she stood up and went to open it. As soon as her hand touched the door handle, the door suddenly opened inwards and a person who was half a head taller than her walked in. Wen Qing was startled and took a few steps back before she saw clearly that the person was Gu Jia.

Gu Jia had delicate makeup on her face and wore a huge fiery ruby ​​on her ear, which made her look radiant.

"Is the meeting over?" she asked softly, condescendingly. "I've been waiting for more than two hours."

"It's almost done... Oh no, it's all right now. I'll go call Mr. Song now." Wen Qing consciously played the role of secretary.

Just as she was about to turn around, Song Jingshen had already strode to the door, his face gloomy, and his whole body exuding a low-pressure aura of "keep away from idle people".

Weird, she was fine just now, why did she suddenly become unhappy? Wen Qing looked surprised.

"You go first, no need to wait for me." Song Jingshen said to Gu Jia.

"But Dad is still waiting for us for a midnight snack..." Gu Jia raised her cell phone and shook it, saying softly.

"Which father?" Song Jingshen asked rudely, his expression close to anger.

Seeing this, Wen Qing hurriedly moved away from them and sat back next to Zhu Yu.

"It's my dad." Gu Jia lowered her head and said softly, "Uncle Song is still in the old house. Let's go on the weekend..."

Song Jingshen interrupted impatiently: "What does your father's midnight snack have to do with me? I am not a member of the Gu family. Do I have the obligation to reunite with him?"

"But..." Gu Jia choked, tears in her eyes.

At this time, some people were looking over here. Zhu Yu got excited when he saw the gossip, and when he got excited, he couldn't control his mouth: "Look! The young couple is arguing."

The three words "young couple" fell into Song Jingshen's ears. He looked over with a frown and a look of disgust. Zhu Yu was so frightened that he covered his mouth and shrank behind Wen Qing, wishing he could dig a hole in the ground and escape.

Song Jingshen walked over slowly, as if he wanted to find that foul-mouthed guy to settle the score, but he didn't expect Wen Qing to stand in front of him: "The innocent are innocent, why does Mr. Song have to get angry because of someone else's words?"

Her shyness in front of Zhao Jin disappeared, replaced by a firm and clear look.

Song Jingshen suddenly felt a little lost: She was so gentle and affectionate to everyone, why was she so cold to him?

"Brother Jingshen, I crossed the line this time, please don't take your anger out on others." Gu Jia said softly. She was a little scared - in her impression, Song Jingshen never cared about other people's gossip, what happened to him today?

"Heh... Green tea..." Zhu Yu complained in a low voice behind Wen Qing. Wen Qing was so anxious that she started sweating - she kept stepping on landmines under her boss's nose, and she still thought she wasn't dying fast enough?

Song Jingshen stared at Wen Qing's red face for a while, sorted out his thoughts, turned to face everyone and said in a deep voice: "I forgot to emphasize one thing just now."

The room suddenly became quiet, and Song Jingshen said, "There is an unwritten rule in Jingshen Technology: office romance is prohibited. Strictly speaking, it is forbidden to talk about personal feelings in the company."

"Is it not okay to answer my girlfriend's phone call?" a boy wearing glasses asked, "What if I break up with my girlfriend if I don't answer it?"

There was a laugh in the crowd, and Song Jingshen also smiled and said, "Of course you can answer the phone. After you finish communicating about business matters, you can save talking about love in your spare time."

"It is always difficult to balance work and relationships, and our work requires a high degree of rationality and calmness, so the workplace is not a suitable place to talk about relationships. If you fail to balance them well, it will affect your relationship."

"I have always been against the culture of overtime work, and I encourage everyone to take the initiative to manage their relationships after get off work and enjoy the nourishment that emotional relationships bring. But..." Song Jingshen changed the subject and his tone became sharp again: "Please don't bring emotional affairs into the workplace, especially unfounded emotional gossip, which is harmful to teamwork and interpersonal relationships."

Zhu Yu stuck out his tongue, looking scared. Wen Qing held back her laughter, patted Zhu Yu on the head, and said mischievously: "If you make fun of me and Senior Brother Zhao again, I will..."

She raised her hand and stroked her neck, making a gesture of wiping her neck, with a smile on her face.

Song Jingshen glanced at her and was moved. Her neck was slender and fragile, and when his hand stroked it, there was a breathtaking beauty. Several boys next to her stared at her infatuatedly, and some smart ones directly looked through the division of labor list that everyone had - that had the contact information of everyone in the project team.

Can't wait any longer! Song Jingshen thought, what kind of bad idea did Fang Ziming come up with? He was playing hard to get? There were wolves all around her. If she waited any longer, there was no guarantee that she would not follow someone else in a muddle.

With her stubborn nature, once she follows someone, she will follow him wholeheartedly, and it will be difficult to pry him back then.

Song Jingshen was thinking about it when Gu Jia leaned forward silently and took his arm: "When you are done, can you take me home? Just take me to the door." Gu Jia said humbly, "Seeing you take me home, Dad will feel relieved about us."

When her father Gu Huaibang was brought up, Song Jingshen had to give him some face.

"Wait for me in the car." He pulled his arm out of her arms, took out the car keys and gave them to her. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Come here less often in the future."

After this incident, everyone's enthusiasm for continuing the discussion was somewhat affected, and the meeting ended.

Wen Qing and Zhu Yu walked out of the conference room and saw Song Jingshen leading a few doctoral backbones upstairs.

"Another small meeting is about to begin." Zhu Yu yawned and said, "Boss Song is really energetic! He summoned key members of various groups one after another last night, almost staying up all night, and today he is working non-stop again."

"How do you know?" Wen Qing asked curiously.

"Because I am one of the backbones. The data group leader is also the team leader!" Zhu Yu said, "I was called to his office for a meeting at around 9 o'clock last night. When I left, Zhao Jin and others were waiting behind me. I ran into Zhao Jin in the cafeteria this morning. He said that Mr. Song had a meeting with them until around 1 o'clock in the morning, and then treated them to a midnight snack. It must have been around 3 o'clock when he got home. It is said that success has its reasons. People are so rich, but they still work so hard..."

"It's his own business. If he doesn't fight for it, who will?" Wen Qing said disapprovingly.

It would be better to keep him busy forever so that he wouldn't have to cause trouble for her again.

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