The little secretary dropped the cup in his hand and turned pale with fright. The three of them stood there, not daring to move.
Song Xiang walked over with a calm face and poured a glass of water. She leaned against the table with the teacup in hand and looked at the girls chatteringly.
"A few of them seemed very interested in my suit."
The long-haired girl shed tears on the spot and apologized quickly.
"Mr. Song, we know we were wrong. We didn't just say that you..."
Song Xiang smiled, "Why are you crying? You didn't say anything. I don't care."
Several little girls looked at each other, obviously not believing it.
Song Xiang looked gentle, like a big sister, "Gossip, we always talked about it in the office before."
She took a sip of water and asked with a crooked eyebrow: "Introduce yourself to me, what is your name?"
"My name is Sun Miao..."
"Monday is not..."
"Wang Qianqian..."
Song Xiang nodded, "Okay, I understand."
She went out carrying the teacup, and as she walked around, she looked so graceful and graceful that the little girls looked at her in a daze.
"What does she mean?"
There was a conversation between several young girls behind him. Song Xiang smiled brightly and walked to the door of the secretary's office.
The secretary-general is about thirty years old and looks mature and steady.
"Mr. Song, I'm Ding Fan. Do you need anything?"
Song Xiang's expression was indifferent and he said casually: "Notify the Personnel Department, Secretariat Department Sun Miao, Zhou Yifei, and Wang Qian to be fired."
Ding Fan was startled and opened his mouth not knowing what to say. He glanced at the tea room and seemed to understand.
Before she could plead for mercy, Song Xiang continued with a cold face: "By the way, tell the personnel department to recruit new people."
"……yes!"
Song Xiang turned around and returned to the office expressionlessly.
She was originally thinking about where to start, but she didn't expect that the first knife struck her side.
That's good, the secretary's room is clean and she can have less worries.
After a while, low sobbing came from outside, as well as Ding Fan's persuasion, which eventually turned into swearing.
Song Xiang sneered silently. She was indeed a young girl who had just entered the workplace. She insulted her former boss because she didn't want to be in the industry anymore.
She called security and kicked the girls out.
Not long after, Zhang Zhaohe hurriedly came down from the top, and he was specifically begging for mercy for a few secretaries.
Song Xiang closed a document and said with a smile: "Director Zhang, are you okay today?"
Zhang Zhaohe was stunned for a moment, "What?"
"Yue Ji has a market value of nearly 2 billion anyway. As the financial director, you should be very busy. Do you need to personally check on the small changes in the human resources department?"
Zhang Zhaohe laughed twice, not embarrassed, but sighed, "We are all little girls, it's not easy..."
Song Xiang stopped smiling and spoke decisively, "It's not easy for the company to get to where it is today. A thousand-mile dike collapsed in an ant nest. For the sake of the company, it's normal to lay off one or two bad apples."
After saying that, she smiled again and said, "Director Zhang, go and do your work. I am very dependent on a loyal minister like you."
Zhang Zhaohe rubbed his hands and repeatedly said that he didn't dare take it. He asked Song Xiang to have lunch, but Song Xiang declined politely.
He laughed dryly and said: "Then...you can get busy."
Song Xiang watched Zhang Zhaohe go out and couldn't help laughing.
"It's interesting."
She stretched her muscles and looked up at the time. It was already lunch time.
I was thinking about where to eat when my cell phone rang.