Dear Mr. Shi

In front of the personnel manager's office, Yu Yang knocked gently on the door. After getting permission from the inside, he opened the door and led Song Qinghuan into it, and then respectfully said: "Manager, Song Qinghuan has arrived."

With a strong voice, Zhao Jingcheng put down his work and looked up at them: "Well, you should go out first."

"Yes!" Yu Yang nodded lightly and turned to exit the office.

But she didn't leave immediately, instead she stood outside and listened closely to her ears, just because she was too curious about Song Qinghuan's identity.

As soon as Song Qinghuan entered the office, he saw the middle-aged man sitting behind the office. He was in his 40s and 50s, his hair combed brightly, and his face was slightly vicissitudes written with traces of years flowing, with a faint smile. , Seems to be very kind, but his eyes are sharp and bright, and you can see countless people at a glance.

Song Qinghuan was surprised, her eyes widened, and there seemed to be a bomb in her mind, and it burst with a "boom", making her almost unsteady.

After Yu Yang went out, she opened her mouth and asked smoothly: "Are you Manager Zhao?"

She knew that this question was unnecessary. After all, Yu Yang just called her Manager Zhao. He is indeed Manager Zhao. Then who was the cold and elegant man yesterday?

Who can tell her that she had a problem with her eyes yesterday? Or do you have eye problems today?

Zhao Jingnan still smiled, but what he said was sharp: "Miss Song, before you entered the office, did you not see the sign on the door? On the door of every office of Time Group, there are clearly written words on the office staff. ’S department, position and name."

Song Qinghuan hurriedly lowered his head, with an educated expression: "I'm sorry, Manager Zhao."

God, she is going to be shocked and messed up!

"Manager Zhao" is not Manager Zhao, so who is "Manager Zhao"? How can we let her join the Times Group?

This question was like a huge boulder, and it was deposited on Song Qinghuan's chest, making her suffocated and almost unable to breathe.

Zhao Jingnan smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. He looked at Song Qinghuan meaningfully and said: "In today's society, there are not many people who rely on relationships, but they are incapable of relationships and can't do anything."

Yesterday I received a call and the president personally called Song Qinghuan and asked him to arrange a position for Song Qinghuan. Zhao Jingnan, who has always been well-known for public and private affairs, hates the kind of employees who walk through the back door or come down by air, so the initial impression of Song Qinghuan is bad pole.

This made Song Qinghuan's expression a bit stiff.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, smiling more ugly than crying, "I see, manager!"

Zhao Jingnan's expression did not change, he still smiled but was mean, took out a form and put it in front, "You fill in this one."