Song Xiang didn't want to get into trouble. She had just gotten into severe cold this morning, and now she was just looking for trouble.
It happened that Su Man volunteered and said he wanted to see Yan's headquarters. Song Xiang liked what he heard and approved it directly.
Half an hour later, Suman came back in disgrace and returned the report to Song Xiang.
"They said I don't have enough authority."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth. What kind of authority was it? It was just a stamp.
Suman is a smart man. Yesterday in Jindi, he saw that Song Xiang and Yan Han had an unusual relationship, and encountered such a troublesome thing again early in the morning.
She spread her hands and said, "It looks like you have to do it yourself."
Song Xiang had a big head, so he could only accept the report first.
She really didn't want to go, so she waited for a long time until Gu Wanru came up and said that she had made an appointment with an insider from the tendering party for dinner in the afternoon.
There is no other way, we must go to Yan's, otherwise the bidding cannot be carried out.
She drove the company car to Yan's and used a trick to find a vice president instead of going directly to Yan Han.
As a result, the other party called me and was doing Tai Chi all the time.
"Mr. Song and Mr. Yan are having a meeting on the eleventh floor."
After that, he hung up the phone.
Song Xiang had no choice but to take the elevator to the eleventh floor, thinking of words all the way.
There is a separate conference room on each floor, and it is quite a distance from the elevator to the conference room.
Song Xiang trotted over and saw a female employee at the door, who was probably a secretary.
"I'm looking for Mr. Yan."
The female employee said with a bright smile, "Mr. Yan is not here."
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, "Did you just leave?"
"That's right. We're already on the 16th floor now."
Song Xiang took a breath, her face still very polite, and ran back to the elevator to the sixteenth floor.
She had a hunch that there must be no one on the sixteenth floor.
Sure enough, when she got out of the elevator, she didn't see Yan Han at all.
"Mr. Yan is temporarily busy and seems to be away from the company. Sister Xiang should go to the 38th floor and wait."
Song Xiang: "..."
Dog stuff.
She was running back and forth, panting from exhaustion, and carrying a large bag of report documents, which made her arms sore.
I had no choice but to enter the elevator again and go directly to the thirty-eighth floor.
The elevator door opened and Zhao Zhe was waiting outside.
Song Xiang's mouth was dry and she scanned around before going out, "I'm looking for Mr. Yan."
"Mr. Yan is in a meeting." Zhao Zhe had a complicated expression.
Song Xiang glanced behind him and clearly saw Yan Han in the office, having a fart meeting!
"Sister Xiang, please sit down and have a rest first."
Zhao Zhe was not stupid. He could see that Yan Han wanted to torment Song Xiang, so he couldn't say much.
Song Xiang twitched her lips, glanced quietly in the direction of the office, and then carried the documents to the break room.
As soon as she sat down, she heard Xue Mi's voice outside.
"Have a good year."
"I'm looking for Li Han, is he there?"
"Yes, Mr. Yan has been waiting for you."
Song Xiang paused in the act of drinking water, took a deep breath, raised his hand suddenly, and drank a large glass of cold water.
When you see her, you are in a meeting. When you see Nian Anxi, you can take the initiative to wait.
She put down the cup, breathed a sigh of relief, and allowed herself to treat it calmly.
I looked up at the time, it was less than nine o'clock.
Nian Anxi went in for almost half an hour, and Xue Mi came in midway and made a joke while talking to Song Xiang.
"This year, the deputy director of the finance department is always parachuted in."
Song Xiang was slightly surprised, "She was transferred back?"
Xue Mi nodded and went over to talk to Song Xiang: "Mr. Yan must have told you the inside story, right?"