Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

He ate a little less and laid on the desk with his chin supported by his hands. It was impossible for others to ignore his burning gaze.

"Are you sleepy? Do you want to go into Qin's?" He suddenly asked a completely irrelevant question, and turned to the bookcase to see the lounge inside.

"No, there's nothing good about joining Qin's. It's tiring like a dog, and the money I work hard for is used by others." He refused without even thinking about it. He was still looking at the thick report document!

"It's better to rely on Qin's. Even though they mainly make jewelry, they can still support me." He added.

"I'll wake you up later," she said, as she was busy.

There are a lot of contracts delivered to my mailbox, I just take a quick look at them.

"Okay," he took off his down jacket, lay down and covered himself with a quilt, watching Jiuli leave with a deep and unfathomable look in his eyes.

Searching for Dong Group on your phone, you will find that among the top 50 companies in China, there are six listed companies with a value of over 10 billion yuan. Each of the holding companies holds up to 30% of the shares. The scale is huge, and according to analysis, the tax paid each year is equivalent to that of a medium-sized enterprise.

No wonder Qingqing is so busy. She has to take care of every detail. One mistake would result in huge losses. It can be said that she is earned based on her time. The salary and benefits are very good, and the basic salary upon joining the company is basically over ten thousand yuan.

Each of the six assistants is an elite in the industry. They would be heirs in a small company. His fingertips stroked each of them one by one.

From time to time, I could hear low voices outside, and the scolding became more tactful. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"There are multiple video conferences after 2:30 p.m."

"Okay, got it." The office occasionally calls people to hold small meetings.

Lan Xihe Mo turned around and smacked his lips secretly. He lowered his head to look through the schedule in his hand. He was so busy that he had to keep busy. There were several New Year's Eve dinners and annual meetings alone. What a miserable situation.

"It's time to get up. Don't you still have two classes?"

"I'm sleepy," he said, still sitting up with his eyes half-dazed, and hugging Jiuli. "There are more than two classes, there are also vocal dance, and instrument appreciation. Chen Mo signed me up for the most."

"He thinks highly of your potential," he stroked his short hair.

"Well, what time do you get off work?" His eyes were clear.

"There are a lot of things to do as the New Year approaches. What's wrong?" Sitting on my lap, I was surrounded by the cool fragrance of snow.

"Nothing, just shopping for clothes, I want to go with you."

"Let Chen Mo go with you?" The clingy guy said, "I don't have time."

"Okay, I'm leaving now. See you tonight."

Get up, put on a mask, and take the down jacket.

"Let Xiao Li take you downstairs. Drive slowly." Then he handed over two black cards. "Spend as you like. The password is your birthday."

"Sister, is this your reward for serving you?" He took off his mask, hugged her in his arms, and his eyes instantly became fierce.

"Not entirely. Are you made of iron? You're pretty strong." He didn't even twist his hands or use any force.

"Sister, are you satisfied? I'm leaving now." He lowered his head and kissed the coveted red lips, which were soft and fragrant.

Seemingly he turned around calmly and followed Xiao Li outside.

"The big boss likes to eat meat and doesn't like vegetables very much," he reminded silently, "I hope you can stay with the boss as long as possible."

It would be a good idea to plead for them, otherwise the boss would scold him, and it would be a disaster if Lan Xihe was not there.

I watched the car go away, then turned back to the office. The first step was accomplished! It was really hard to find someone to plead for mercy.

Qin Ningyan in the car touched the black card in his pocket, his mind running wild. It depended on whether he was willing to settle the matter.

"You're finally back. How could I have been deducted from you as your boss?" Chen Mo teased when he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Change your clothes and go to class. By the way, I want to ask you something," he looked Chen Mo up and down and touched his chin. At his age?

"What? Just ask, what's with that look in your eyes?" He felt hairy all over and shivered unnaturally.

"Is there a fire avoidance map?" His fair face flushed, and he subconsciously asked in a low voice even though he knew there was no one around.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the cub he had raised, tickled his ears in disbelief and coughed twice.

"You haven't seen it before, have you?" Could he be a newbie?

"Eh? Just tell me whether you have the resources or not, why do you care so much?" His eyes were calm, what's wrong with being a novice? !

"Yes, I'll share it with you. You have to serve well. Men agree to everything in bed and women are no exception." If your skills are too poor, you might be disliked by the big boss!!!

"Okay, I'll come back and see it," she nodded and walked out with her bag, leaving Chen Mo with an unconcealed smile.

The next second the cell phone rang and I picked it up.

"Chen Mo, the boss wants you to be a special guest for the third season of Chinese Restaurant. You have to cook less, do you understand?"

Ah? Aren't all the special guests first-tier? The fixed entertainment companies each have one and they can still have a say? ?

"If there is a collaboration in a circle, you go and get the contract sent to your email. If the boss doesn't answer the phone, notify me directly."

"Okay," he responded. Does this count as skipping levels?

The organizer is Xingchen Entertainment, but we don't have our own sponsor. The candidates were decided before. I regret not asking whether to add one or change one. This is a big problem.

After hanging up the phone, Lan Xihe leaned against the office to take notes.

Time passed quietly in the busyness, until eight o'clock when I came out of the meeting room, my stomach growling.

"You're not the only one hungry. I'm hungry too. The cafeteria is closed, so order takeout and come back when you're done." He glanced at Lan Xihe and laughed.

"I'll order it now. Boss, why don't you go back to eat later?" he asked doubtfully.

"No, it's too late," he checked the time.

"Okay, there are new files sent to the company mailbox, but they need to be decoded. They don't look like they were sent by a partner. Take a look."

He slowed down the process of brewing the Tremella soup and took a glance.

“Don’t worry about it, just filter out the ones like this and send them to me directly,” the person who was certainly not from the company frowned.

"There's quite a lot. Do you have any Tremella soup?" It smells quite good.

Although they are superiors and subordinates, they get along very naturally. Of course, this is also due to Lan Xihe's outstanding abilities and his appreciation of talents.

"Yes, make it yourself. There is bird's nest in the freezer. You can't eat it as a meal, so you'll still be hungry." He brought it over and took a sip.

"This is not cheap," he looked at the brand and scooped two big spoonfuls. It smelled strange and fragrant, with a high content of Tremella fuciformis.

"It's not expensive." He pressed the keyboard to decode and frowned.

I took a bottle of bird's nest and unscrewed it and poured some milk. Isn't it expensive? For the boss's wealth, even caviar with rice is not expensive, not to mention bird's nest. I saw two boxes of top-quality blood bird's nest last time!

Even though it’s not cheap for him, he can still afford it.

The delivery guy felt weak in the knees as he went up the stairs. From the outside, only the top floor was still lit. It was the first time for him to enter such a place. He usually never ordered takeout and was not allowed in.

"Please enjoy your meal," he said enthusiastically to Lan Xihe.

“Okay, thank you,” he took it upstairs. The joke is that you can just pick it up on the first floor. Who will be responsible if something is lost upstairs???

"Boss, are you hiring?" he suddenly asked while looking at the people.

"Recruitment, there are educational requirements, who do you ask?" I became interested, and he looked good and pleasing to the eye.

"My family runs a canteen," nothing else.

"Canteen? Not recruiting for the time being." This is fixed.

"Okay, try it and come back often."

Just say it while eating, it won’t cause any trouble.

"The canteen doesn't recruit permanent staff, and even if someone comes, they may not be able to continue working there," the comment said. The key point is that there is no space.