For industrial enterprises, the most important thing is production and sales.
Song Xiang really didn't expect that Yan Zhenting taught Yan Zhenzhen like this, asking her to play tricks with Yue Ji in a serious manner.
Through the blinds, she watched Yan Zhenzhen send people out, acting like a master the whole time, as if Yue Ji was already in her pocket.
"At five o'clock in the afternoon, there is an industry exchange meeting, and Miss Yan also said she would go."
"Who is the invitation for?"
"I sent two copies to you over there. Miss Yan probably got them herself."
Song Xiang's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold.
She was feeling depressed now and needed an outlet to vent, but Yan Zhenzhen hit her head first.
"Give the other copy to Suman and ask her to come with me."
"Okay." Ding Fan finished his report and said another thing, "A new person named Ning Yiqun is here. He just arrived this morning."
Song Xiang thought of the time Lan Jingyu said, but she didn't expect it to be so accurate.
"Where are the people?"
"Do you want to see him now? I'll ask him to come over."
Song Xiang nodded and returned to his desk.
Soon, the office door was pushed open.
Song Xiang raised his eyes, glanced at it, and was immediately stunned.
The man was probably in his early twenties, dressed simply, and had a gentle temperament. In terms of appearance, facial contours and eyes, he looked very much like Gong Shiheng.
Lan Jingyu's work efficiency is truly amazing.
Song Xiang lost his pen and spread his hands, indicating that he could introduce himself.
"My name is Ning Yiqun. I am a secretary who just passed the interview. I graduated from..."
Turtle, rich second generation, foreign Chinese.
Sure enough, all conditions met.
As soon as Ning Yiqun finished speaking, the door to Song Xiang's office was pushed open.
Yan Zhenzhen walked in swaggering and glanced at Ning Yiqun, "What are you doing here?"
From the tone of his voice, he must have seen it before.
Ning Yiqun frowned slightly, obviously not liking her, so he stepped aside and said, "I am a newcomer to the secretarial department."
Yan Zhenzhen snorted and looked at Song Xiang, "You don't lack a secretary, so give him to me."
Song Xiang pursed her lips and said, "Miss Yan, you are just a secretary yourself."
"Don't be so shameless. Are you qualified to be your secretary?" Yan Zhenzhen crossed her arms and spoke arrogantly, "I just sold sixty cars today. This kind of performance is enough for me to be a sales manager."
Already."
Song Xiang sneered in her heart. When Ning Yiqun walked in, she still hesitated for a moment. After hearing these two sentences, she no longer hesitated at all.
"Okay." She breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be patient, "You can take the person away."
"Mr. Song!" Ning Yiqun was surprised, as if he didn't expect Song Xiang to agree.
Seeing that he was unwilling, Yan Zhenzhen felt even more unhappy. She couldn't control Gong Shiheng. Why couldn't she touch Ning Yiqun, who had almost no background in China?
He reached out and pulled the person out of Song Xiang's office.
Song Xiang's lips curved into a sarcastic arc, he looked at him coldly, got up and went to the lounge.
She had to adjust her condition. Next, various things would happen one after another, and she must not collapse first.
I rested until three o'clock and picked out clothes for myself. When the time came, I went downstairs to find Suman on time.
Passing by the parking lot, I happened to see Yan Zhenzhen and Ning Yiqun talking. Ning Yiqun seemed very angry, and Yan Zhenzhen had her hands on her hips, looking threatening.
Song Xiang only glanced briefly and then looked away.
"This man... looks a bit like Mr. Gong." Suman said.
Song Xiang smiled and said, "It's normal for there to be one or two similar people in the world."
Suman curled her lips and said, "It's so unlucky that this beautiful man is so miserable."