Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Jiuli was in a meeting when she received the message. She turned over her phone without looking at it and gestured to continue. She confirmed the year-end meeting and year-end bonuses, and each department would give scores and report them.

After the meeting, everyone rushed to the restaurant with documents. This was the way to work from 9 am to 6 pm, so a meeting was just the right time for lunch.

His fingertips slid across the bathing photo, and below it were several complaints and a video of buying vegetables at the market.

"Boss, didn't Aunt Zhou come today?" Which direction? The cafeteria?

"Auntie Zhou has something to do at home, go to the cafeteria."

"This is your first time going to the cafeteria after it was built." Lan Xihe said as he considered whether to order Chinese food from the boss?

"I counted the people who came back for the New Year in advance. By the way, is Zhao Taotao still here?" He followed the burning gaze and shuddered unconsciously, "Which department is she in?"

Can she tolerate this idiot? She doesn't need to serve tea and water.

"It's still there," he said with disgust on his face. He was really annoyed. "I guess he's in a bad mood because of fantasizing about CEO articles."

I'm secretly complaining that the fact that I was able to get in proves that I have good academic qualifications and abilities, but I can't help but feel stupid and it gives me a headache.

The restaurant is bustling with people coming and going, and people are not eating at the same place, so it seems empty. You can find delicious food from all over the world, making it everyone's dream first choice.

"She can't be compared to you. She's not in a good mental state and is not suitable to be here." It's still possible to distinguish between a right-hand man and an ordinary assistant.

"That's right," he said jokingly while choosing Chinese food.

The difference is that Lanxi has braised beef tenderloin, pan-fried spareribs, shredded potatoes with green and red peppers, and spicy diced chicken with rice.

Another one is beef brisket stewed with potatoes, diced chicken with peanuts, pickled cabbage, and corn, pork ribs and winter melon soup, also served with rice.

Taking advantage of the fact that there are few people coming, we sit by the window and discuss things. As the year draws to a close, we are extremely busy.

"Assistant Lan is also eating in the cafeteria today," Xiao Zhou said in a surprised tone, holding the heated lunch box, "It looks pretty good."

"The food in the cafeteria is the same price as outside, but it's cheaper and tastes better. What delicious food are you going to make today?"

"I've cooked dumplings. Hey, who among you won't go home for the New Year?"

Then they started discussing other issues. They received nearly 1,000 yuan in food allowance every month, which they would be reluctant to give up if they had started a family like this.

I took a photo of the meal and sent it to Qin Ningyan. While listening to Lan Xi’s report, they talked about the specific holiday time while eating.

"Have you eaten? Want another bowl of rice?" He was drinking corn, pork ribs and winter melon soup. The pork ribs were soft and tender and were stewed very skillfully.

"Almost," he touched his stomach and said, "There is still afternoon tea."

I looked at the time and found that a group of people who were having dinner had already left. There were not many people I recognized. The only ones I knew the most were Lan Xihe.

It was dark outside before five o'clock, and heavy snow fell, piling up to five centimeters high in just half an hour.

Shen Luoqi still wanted to go racing in this horrible weather? She thought it would be a death sentence. Xishan was famous for its steepness, and the 18-bend road was suitable for racing.

I put down my pen and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. It was all snowy. It was less than twenty days before the Chinese New Year, so I didn't feel anything.

"Before the New Year, we had planned to have a holiday from New Year's Eve to the fifth day of the first lunar month. If you don't come back, you will be charged three times your salary. The dinner will be on New Year's Eve at the Jinjiang Hotel."

"Yuhuang basically never takes a holiday, they work non-stop,"

"Take a look at the itinerary," he was almost working non-stop.

It's because Dong owns six listed companies worth tens of billions of dollars. The financial statements are calculated in batches. The finance department has been working all night for almost a week. People who used to get off work at six o'clock are now able to go out at eight o'clock.

There are several annual meetings alone, and this was before it was in line with international standards. Now Yuehuang Entertainment is involved with the Have Festival abroad, and you have to apply for flight routes in advance for New Year's greetings.

"Leave it there," he pressed his brows. Why make such a big fuss for no reason? He had a headache. "Can the schedule be moved?"

"No, it's all crowded. You have to attend the rehearsal of the gala. This is determined by the old man. You have to get the rules."

"The performance was notified by Captain Chen, and Mr. Xing from Xingchen Entertainment also pushed it forward once," he went on to detail.

"I got it. There are still a lot of things that have not been dealt with today. Please bring them all in." She sat there without moving!

I left the office with a cup of tea to make Tremella soup, stirring it slowly with a golden spoon. I could only hear my own footsteps. As for the others? They were all talking in low voices, typing on the keyboard, and checking data. If there was even a slight mistake, the loss would be huge.

He paused as he walked back to the office, quickly dodged the coffee thrown at him from behind, and looked at the person who had fallen down with a cold look on his face. What the hell, he couldn't catch up with Lan Xi and? Making trouble?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," the little deer clasped his hands together with pitiful eyes, pretending to be bullied.

Seeing Zhao Taotao pretending to be good outside through the open door, several people shook their heads, thinking that she had learned it well, but now she was targeting other unlucky people? Who here is not a shrewd person?

"Pick it up and hand it over to Xiao Li, then go to the Finance Department to collect your salary and leave. I can't afford someone like you."

"Well, I bumped into the boss without any eyes," Xiao Zhou smiled helplessly and winked at Xiao Li.

"That's right. The boss has been very busy these past two days and hasn't left the office. Isn't that just walking into trouble?" Xiao Jia nodded.

"Assistant Lan looks thinner. Is the leave document going to be issued tomorrow?"

Zhao Taotao's tears froze on her face. What did she hear? Was she fired? Xiao Li picked up the scattered documents on the ground and ran into the office.

"Ask the security department to send her down," he did more harm than good, and didn't care about the farce behind him, as there were plenty of people to help him.

"Xiao Zhao, if you leave by yourself, you can save some face. But if you really ask someone to do something, it will be bad. If you are fired, you can only get one month's salary."

"Just go if you want to go. If you can't stay here, there will be other places for you to stay." He stood up from the ground, with resentment in his heart.

The incompetent rage was not taken seriously at all. With a sigh, Xiao Li quickly separated the documents, reprocessed them, and printed them out. Fortunately, he didn't let Zhao Taotao do anything else!

The impact was not big. When I went out to check the time, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. It was snowing heavily outside. For a moment, I had the illusion that I would not go to work tomorrow and could just take a break. Even my cotton-padded jacket in the morning was a bit cold.

"It seems the boss hasn't come out yet. He's even busier this year."

"Yes, we have acquired the Garment Factory Fund Association and opened a new production line. It is normal to be busy."

They said goodbye in the parking lot and left one by one. I thought it was still early as I had to go to work at 9 o'clock. I ignored Zhao Taotao who was standing on the roadside and had not yet found a taxi.

"Old Xing, let's go to the supermarket and buy something else," he said, getting on the driveway.

"Okay," he drove skillfully, hesitating to speak.

"It's unlike you to be so hesitant," Lan Xihe's eyes flickered, "Want to ask for leave? What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Say," he took a look and typed a few words on the keyboard.

"There's a brother at home, who we used to work with, and he asked me to ask the boss if the security department is still hiring." He had never done this before, and his face turned red for a moment.

"Is there something wrong with the person?" Dong's recruits are all retired people, so it's not a problem if they don't have missing limbs or broken legs, but this person has a serious problem.

"One arm is gone, so forget it if it doesn't fit."

"Monthly salary of 5,500 yuan, insurance and housing fund, willing to report directly to Dong's company," I suddenly thought that it was Chen Ning'an who asked me to go? Or?

"Thank you, boss. I'll wait for your notification and come as soon as possible."