Chapter 6 Flowers have a day to bloom (6)

The Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are approaching, and the Double Festival is approaching, and the workload is huge.

Wen Yining was demoted by Gao Minglang last week, but she still has to do the job.

The atmosphere of the entire group was sluggish and everyone was in danger.

Later, Wenya took over a long-term advertising promotion project from a foreign company in China, and made a request at the discussion meeting, saying that it was necessary to increase the number of personnel.

Gao Minglang was very generous, "At this time, we won't make any new tricks on the outside. Please make adjustments internally. Is there any problem with Wen Yining?"

"I have a lot of work to follow up. If I draw it again, it may delay progress."

"If you can overcome it, you will overcome it. If you can delay it, you will coordinate with Wenya."

Gao Minglang spoke highly, but anyone who heard it could hear that Wen Yining had no say.

In the afternoon of that day, three employees in her group came to resign.

Standing outside the office, looking at me, I look at you, and I feel embarrassed and dare not go in.

After a stalemate for a few minutes, the door suddenly opened and Wen Yining looked at them.

After pushing for a long time, the one in the middle said, "Sister Wen, the back-training team on the team leader Wen lacks a technician, she asks me..."

"Is it her request, or do you want to leave yourself?"

Wen Yining's eyes were faint and he never looked away, "If you don't want to leave, I'll negotiate with President Gao."

The man swallowed the guilty words and stopped saying anything.

Wen Yining nodded and looked at the other two: "Where are you?"

Silently, lowering his head.

"Okay, bring the transfer order and I'll sign it."

Wen Yining returned it after approval, and obviously saw them relaxed.

"Sister Wen, this is also the above order, and we are not very easy to refuse."

Technician Kobayashi spoke timidly and said in peace, "If you need it in the future, I will help you without saying a word."

“Go out.”

Wen Yining interrupted, "Tell me a message, and there are still people who want to leave. Come and sign it now."

Four more came in the afternoon, but Fu Qingqing was never seen.

Wen Yining found her directly, "I want to go out and sign the letter first."

Fu Qingqing stood up like a conditioned reflex, knocked down the water cup and pen holder, and made a loud noise.

She was panicked and guilty, and she said stutteringly for a day: "I won't leave."

Wen Yining: "Sign up."

"I won't leave."

Fu Qingqing's voice rose and people around him looked over.

She felt embarrassed, her eyes turned left and right, and when she returned to Wen Yining, she turned red.

After a moment of silence, Wen Yining said, "You can't help but not leave. Now, it's me, I don't want you anymore."

By the next day, only a temporary worker who was doing odd jobs was left.

Gao Minglang no longer survived, and Wen Yining became an idle person, but she was asked to attend the company's meetings, and she sat dryly there and was embarrassed all over.

This is Gao Minglang’s despicableness. When you are embarrassed, you stabbed someone in pain, but you still don’t let you speak out.

"Have you heard that Wen Yining's work has been summarized to the leader of Wen, and she has become her leader.

I just saw Yining holding a large stack of documents to copy them."

"No, what kind of world is this! In terms of work ability, elegance is not as good as Yining."

"That's not what Mr. Gao said."

"Speaking of all, their group also has the least social engagements."

"I know this because she doesn't like dinner."

"But these days, Wen Ya asked Wen Yining to socialize and accompany customers every day, but it was still a very difficult thing to deal with."

After a short while, one of them sighed: "Actually, she has suffered a lot in recent years. It is not easy for a girl from another place to gain a foothold in Shanghai.

Alas, she should follow Mr. Gao.”

"Have you followed his romanticism?"

Everyone covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

Over the past month, colleagues have been very upset, but no one dares to express their opinions explicitly.

Whether it is mercy or justice, other people's stories are just a topic of conversation that people can talk about after all.

To empathize with the word "I" becomes almost impossible in the social workplace of the jungle law.

There was a dinner on Zhongshan East Road on Friday night. The client accompanied by the director of the News Center of Dongxing TV. The new official was very proud of his job. After drinking for three rounds, he became a little crazy.

Yiqian Media's advertising next year will rely on this director. Of course, Gao Minglang and Wenya coaxed him. Wenya made Wen Yining go to four games this week, and he was a normal person who would have to collapse.

I was drinking Maotai again today. Gao Minglang was worried that he didn't plan to make her feel comfortable. Wen Yining's stomach was burning with fire, so he could only get out of breath when he went to the bathroom.

Jiang Lianxue's phone call was called at this time, and she asked her when she hadn't been back for two weeks and when she would go home.

Wen Yining pinched his temples and blew the wind by the window to wake up his mind, "Look at it again, I'm busy recently."

Hearing that his daughter's voice was not right, Jiang Lianxue asked: "Is the work going well?"

"Um."

It took too long for me to talk to my daughter, and Jiang Lianxue couldn't help but say a few more words: "Isn't it great to stay in the translation institute? It's easy and decent, so how can I use the hard work now!"

Wen Yining interrupted with a voice: "Can you not mention this?"

Jiang Lianxue was angry: "I can't even mention it?"

"It's not hard, I'm quite happy."

"What are you happy about? You are just stubborn, you are just a stubborn, you don't listen to advice. How long has it been since the matter been going on? Have you not let it go yet?

...I don't think you've let it go."

Wen Yining calmed down, and the night wind blew into the gap between the diagonal windows. His face turned pale as soon as it blew.

The mother and daughter didn't speak for seven or eight seconds. When Jiang Lianxue wanted to speak again, the phone hung up.

Wen Yining turned around, his cell phone was still in his ears, and he looked up and saw Ke Li.

Ke Li had actually noticed that she had been watching for a while, and her eyes were quite natural, and she said politely: "Yining, long time no see."

Four years?

Or five years?

No matter how long it is, I can't pretend not to know each other.

Wen Yining nodded, "Hello, Secretary Ke."

This neat and tidy name made Ke Li smile.

At that time, she was in junior year or senior year, and she always had a suitable makeup and makeup. Her eyebrows were as bright as the spring scenery in the garden.

Tang Qichen has always been indifferent to his emotions and is different from everyone, but he often takes Wen Yining with him and does not avoid several private dinners.

Ke Li could see that although he did not say it clearly, the boss was different to this girl.

Yining loved to joke with him the most at that time, "Ke Li! Just quit."

Ke Li also laughed, "Mr. Tang won't let me go."

Yining said, "You quit, I'll go to his place to apply for a job."

Ke Li asked knowingly: "His secretary is on standby for twenty-four hours.

Can it be done day and night?"

With a smile on her words, Wen Yining coughed twice and ran away, muttering, "What about the stinky butler."

Times have changed, things have changed, but my eyes have been vague, but I have long lost the harmony at that time.

Ke Li looked at her and said in a straightforward sentence: "I'm unfamiliar."

Then he pointed to the left and said politely: "Come and sit when you have time."

When he returned to the private room, Fu Xiping shouted: "It's just right, come and play two for me. The next song is mine, and I have to sing it."

Ke Li twisted his wrist and walked over, "Okay."

An Lan, who was opposite, turned her head and glanced at the screen, "It's this song again, Xiping, you can't sing anything else."

Tang Qichen played the last card of Ding Qiankun. Before he raised his head, he took the dealer and glanced at the amount before he leaned back slightly, and his posture relaxed.
To be continued...