End of the Year

The last day of the year.

Shengshi Group is too busy to cope with the situation

Everyone looks very anxious, just for the final sprint of the holiday.

Groups of people came to Wu Qing's office seat, and the piles of files were higher than hers. The colorful folders were shocking to see.

When there was really no place to put it on the desktop, I moved the files on the desk to Zhang Zihan's office.

During this time period, it is estimated that only Zhang Zihan in the company is the most relaxed. Today, he did not lock himself in work, but was leisurely making tea and scrolling through his mobile phone in the office.

When Wu Qing came in with the pile of documents that was about to overwhelm her, Zhang Zihan immediately put down her phone and went over to take the heavy documents.

"You don't know how to ask for help, Secretary Wu." Zhang Zihan put the documents on his desk and said.

"Everyone is too busy to take time off, so how can we call someone, President Zhang," Wu Qing said.

"Come here, have a drink of tea and take a rest!" Zhang Zihan walked up to Wu Qing, hugged her waist and said softly.

"I'm not as lucky as Mr. Zhang, but I can still enjoy tea comfortably in the office!!" Wu Qing sighed.

"Then is Secretary Wu interested in being like Mr. Zhang?" Zhang Zihan said with a smile.

Wu Qing was silent for a moment, then took his hand away and said, "No, Mr. Zhang, just enjoy it here alone!"

"New Year's Day is tomorrow. Are you going to have dinner with me tonight?" Zhang Zihan looked at her expectantly.

"I have to work overtime tonight!" Wu Qing said.

"I'm willing to wait for you!!" Zhang Zihan said.

"Since Mr. Zhang is willing to wait, then I am willing to accompany you!!" Wu Qing said with a smile.

After Wu Qing went out, Zhang Zihan walked to the desk and briefly looked at the documents Wu Qing brought in.

All work categories and details have been sorted by Wu Qing so that Zhang Zihan can see them clearly at a glance.

He randomly took a document and put it on the sofa, reading it while drinking tea.

Halfway through reading it, my original good mood gradually turned into anger. I threw the document aside and picked up my cell phone to make a call.

"Hu Zhihuan." His deep voice was obviously angry.

"Zhang Zhang Zihan, what are you doing?" Hu Zhihuan also noticed something was wrong when he heard his voice.

"Are you handling the land near the sea?" Zhang Zihan frowned.

"No, I handed it over to the development department to connect with your company. What happened?" Hu Zhihuan asked in confusion.

"The actual measured area is 500 square meters different from that in the contract."

"Impossible, I'll go back to the company and have a look." Hu Zhihuan said, "That's it, I'll get back to you later."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zihan randomly picked up a document and took a brief look at it. There was basically no big problem.

He thought for a moment and opened the office door. "Secretary Wu, call Lin Jiacheng over." After that, he closed the door vigorously.

This sound frightened other employees, and they probably guessed that the president's mood must be that of a thunderstorm.

This achievement of the Lin family is the Dalin who has been targeting him.

Half an hour later, this Lin Jiacheng came in. When he entered the office, although he was respectful to Zhang Zihan, who had a higher position than him, he had a look of displeasure on his face.

"Uncle Dalin, come sit down and have a sip of tea." Although Zhang Zihan was angry now, he pretended to be nothing.

Lin Jiacheng sat opposite him, "What's wrong with calling me?"

"I'm very busy at the end of the year. Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Zihan brought a cup of tea to him, a little pretentiously.

How could Lin Jiacheng not know his skills? He just smiled.

"Uncle Dalin will be fifty-five next year, right?" Zhang Zihan looked at him as he spoke.

Lin Jiacheng didn't say anything.

"I see you've been running to the hospital lately. Are you feeling well?" Zhang Zihan said with something in mind.

"I'm in good health." Lin Jiacheng is not stupid, so he naturally knows what he means.

"I think it's appropriate to make room for young people and give young people a chance," Zhang Zihan continued.

Lin Jiacheng's originally fake smile couldn't hold back, and he said angrily: "Zhang Zihan, what do you mean? Am I bothering you now?"

"I believe Uncle Dalin knows what it means to have more than enough ambition but not enough power. For the sake of the company's future development, shouldn't we give in?" Zhang Zihan faced him calmly.

Lin Jiacheng's face gradually turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists, "Think of me back then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Zihan picked up the document he had just thrown aside and threw it in front of him, "You are responsible for this project, right?"

Lin Jiacheng picked up the document, opened two pages and read it. His face instantly turned pale and he could not speak.

At this time, Zhang Zihan's phone also rang, it was Hu Zhihuan's call.

"Say." Zhang Zihan said.

"Our company's measurement document is consistent with the area in the contract. You should check the problem with your company." Hu Zhihuan said.

"I understand." Zhang Zihan hung up the phone coldly.

He looked at Uncle Dalin in front of him without saying a word, watching his next performance.

As a result, ten minutes later, Lin Jiacheng still remained silent, his face became increasingly pale, and his guilt was too obvious.

"After the holiday, please stop your work and I will make other arrangements." Zhang Zihan took a sip of tea and looked at him coldly.

"Nephew, what are you talking about? I think I was dazzled and filled in the wrong numbers." Lin Jiacheng argued.

Zhang Zihan was silent and looked at him like he was looking at garbage.

"Nephew, I was really careless." Lin Jiacheng continued to explain.

Zhang Zihan looked at his disgusted look and said, "Whether it's true or not, the company will naturally investigate. Uncle Dalin, you can go back to rest in peace and cure the disease that needs to be treated." Zhang Zihan said with a smile on his face.

No matter what Lin Jiacheng said, Zhang Zihan couldn't listen at all, which made him full of resentment and cursed Zhang Zihan in his heart.

After Lin Jiacheng left dejectedly, Zhang Zihan threw the document on Wu Qing's desk. Wu Qing, who was working hard at first, was shocked.

She looked up at him with a confused expression and said nothing.

"I'll give you a notice when I go to work after the holidays." Zhang Zihan said to Wu Qing seriously.

Wu Qing blinked hard, not knowing what happened. After Zhang Zihan entered the room, she checked the documents and realized what was going on. She stared at Zhang Zihan's office door in a daze, thoughtfully.

A male colleague stood next to her holding a document and called her, but there was no response.

"Wu Qing?" The male colleague called her again strangely.

"Ah? Well!" She responded, "What's wrong?"

"The year-end summary of our department." The male colleague handed the document to Wu Qing.

After Wu Qing opened it for inspection, she said, "Okay, received." Then she put it aside.

"Don't lose it," the male colleague warned as he left.

Wu Qing just nodded slightly.

Regarding the work at the end of this year, everyone is trying their best to finish the work before get off work, and don't want to have to work overtime on the last day.

In the end, many people got off work on time as they wished, while some had to accept the fate of working overtime, and the work was still intensifying.

"Wu Qing, thank you for your hard work. Let's get off work first." Several female colleagues who got off work on time passed by Wu Qing, said hello to her and disappeared without a trace.

In winter, it gets dark quickly.

At half past six in the evening, it was already dark.

Wu Qing struggled there alone.

Zhang Zihan walked out of the office with his hands in his pockets, stood in front of Wu Qing's desk, lowered his head to look at her, but she was too focused to notice.

Zhang Zihan had no intention of disturbing her, and stood there quietly, watching her work with fascination.

This floor is very quiet, everyone has finished work, and only the lights in Wu Qing's area are on.

As time passed by, Zhang Zihan was still standing there, changing his stance many times.

Perhaps because she was tired from sitting, Wu Qing suddenly raised her head and found that Zhang Zihan was holding his chin in his hands and looking at him with a smile, looking a bit like a pervert.

"Are you okay?" Wu Qing thought something was wrong with him.

"Something's wrong!" Zhang Zihan said helplessly.

"What's the matter?" Wu Qing asked.

"My feet are numb." Zhang Zihan pouted, wanting to cry but not having any tears.

Wu Qing sighed, wondering whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Let's do this. If I stand for a while longer, I'm almost done."

"Let's do it after the festival, I'm so hungry." Zhang Zihan said coquettishly.

"Half an hour, wait another half an hour." Wu Qing's serious attitude towards work is not inferior to Zhang Zihan's, or she is better than her predecessor.
To be continued...