Unlike Song Xiang's imagination, Zhang Zhaohe was very talkative and had no intention of fighting for power and gain. In just twenty minutes, he had already gathered the senior officials in the conference room.
Song Xiang sat at the top of the table, his eyes sweeping across the audience.
They all said "Hello, Mr. Song" in unison, as if they had been rehearsed.
Song Xiang was unfazed, smiled lightly, and briefly introduced himself.
"There is no need to be nervous. Although Yue Ji has changed control, the operation and management remain unchanged. I have no intention of laying off employees."
After she finished speaking, many people in the conference room were obviously relieved.
"Please hand over all the projects you have taken over in the past three years. Please hand them over to my office before leaving get off work today."
"Three years?" The long-haired middle-aged woman sitting in the middle exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on her face.
Song Xiang's smile remained unchanged and she said calmly: "Manager Wang, do you have any questions?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, laughed dryly, and said, "No."
"If not, please hurry up and do it. Yan's work policy emphasizes efficiency. I don't care what Yue Ji's working mechanism was before. When you come here, it's best to disappear when you come here, otherwise everyone's face will not look good."
Song Xiang spoke concisely and to the point. After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhang Zhaohe and said, "Director Zhang, please introduce to me everyone here."
Zhang Zhaohe was always smiling, just like Maitreya Buddha. He stood up and introduced Song Xiang around. He could talk about the good points of each person, and finally added one or two joking criticisms, leaving no gaps.
After Song Xiang listened, he remembered everything in his mind, and then compared it with the information he had read, and he had a clear idea.
On the first day we met, she didn't intend to make a big fuss, she simply dismissed the meeting.
Zhang Zhaohe greeted her upstairs, apologizing all the way.
"I didn't know you were coming. The office hasn't been tidied up yet."
Song Xiang was glad that she showed up rashly, otherwise, given this person's position in Yue Ji, there would have been many cameras in the new office arranged.
"There's no need to pack a new one, the old president's office will be fine."
"How can that be done? The rest room is not convenient."
Zhang Zhaohe looked apologetic and almost slapped himself in the face to say he was sorry.
Song Xiang insisted, and while he was talking, he pressed the button on the top floor of the office building.
Zhang Zhaohe had no choice but to say that he would have someone renovate it in the near future.
He sent Song Xiang to his office and stayed behind to talk a lot, most of which were complaints. He then thanked Yan for acquiring Yue Ji and expressed his hope to stay with Song Xiang through thick and thin and help Yue Ji tide over the difficulties.
Song Xiang smiled and was very moved after hearing this, and asked Yang Liu to send him out.
As soon as the door closed, her face immediately fell.
After a while, Yang Liu came back, patted his chest and whispered: "Oh my god, this is a smiling tiger, much higher than Wang Yong."
Song Xiang pulled her lips helplessly, "Wang Yong can't compare with him."
"If you don't get rid of this person, you will most likely be ignored here." Yang Liu whispered.
Song Xiang knew in her heart that Zhang Zhaohe had to go, not to mention that she had promised Su Man, so she couldn't lose face.
She sent Yang Liu to the sales department and repeatedly warned: "No matter what, hold on, in a few days, I will make you a royal family."
Yang Liu smiled and went out happily, "Don't worry, even if I'm not from the royal family, I will kill everyone."
Song Xiang was relieved, she knew Yang Liu's temperament and personality, and it would not be difficult to deal with the people in the sales department.
Sitting down in the office, she took out her mobile phone and took a look at it. There was no message, and there was no movement at all from Yan Han.
Even if Yue Ji is worthless, this man doesn't need to be so relieved.
Song Xiang clutched her phone, took a deep breath, and comforted herself.
Cheer up, the work is not for Yan Han to see, no matter if he cares or not.
Project documents from previous years were sent in one after another from various departments, and the office soon became so piled up that it was difficult to move forward.
Song Xiang sat and watched all morning, then went out to get a glass of water before eleven o'clock.
It was quiet in the corridor, except for the slightest movement when approaching the tea room.
"At first glance, he has the face of a villain who has achieved success. Even an old man like Manager Wang would sneer at him."
"That suit looks so awkward on her, and her chest will burst."
"Who doesn't know that her relationship with Yan Han was originally about using her breasts to get a position."
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Song Xiang blinked, looked down at his chest, and clicked his tongue.
The suit really doesn't fit, I should buy a larger size.
The conversation in the tea room was lively, and the topics became more and more unlimited.
"Shen Han seems to be quite ascetic, but I didn't expect that he would also like this type."
"The suit, the uniform is beautiful, maybe in bed..."
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Song Xiang bit her back teeth and reached out to push the door open.
"I rarely wear suits. I usually wear pajamas in bed."