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Chapter 8 The Day of Exile Begins

Song Xiang walked back alone. After the intense exercise, the cold wind blew all night, and he started to have a high fever in the morning.

However, before she was given a chance to rest, a call came from the human resources department.

She was assigned to a car sales company under the Yan Group, and her position was front-line sales, which was a real exile.

Yan Han was really cruel and pressed her directly into the soil.

From chief secretary to direct sales, from the emperor's favorite concubine to a frontier soldier.

Song Xiang braved the high fever and forced herself to report for duty.

Only when she arrived at the scene did she know what being on the front line meant.

Not to mention the small space, if you look across, the entire office is crowded with clutter, and the air is filled with a strange smell.

The supervisor who received her was named Wang Yong, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears.

The other party's attitude was too enthusiastic. When he entered the door, his eyes were glued to Song Xiang, and he secretly inquired about the reason why Song Xiang was exiled.

Seeing that Song Xiang wouldn't let go, he waved his hand impatiently and asked Song Xiang to find a seat by herself.

Regardless of the strange looks from the people around him, Song Xiang put the few things he had on his workstation and sat down to familiarize himself with the business.

She doesn't care about business, she just wants to finish the three months quickly.

So I didn't introduce myself. After getting familiar with the business, I took my bag and went to the station hall.

Her colleagues all had other things to do, and no one wanted to pay attention to her. She was so dizzy that she just leaned in the corner and pretended.

"Girl, can you let me try this car?" Suddenly, a voice called her.

Song Xiang took a closer look and saw an old man in his fifties standing in front of him wearing a shirt. There were tiny holes in the collar of the shirt. He didn't look very rich.

She looked around and almost no one paid any attention to the old man, probably because they thought they couldn't afford it.

"Okay, I'll get the key."

Song Xiang took a breath, relieved her dizziness, and went backstage to get the key.

The old man tried a Mercedes-Benz C-Class, which cost about more than 400,000 yuan. Song Xiang took the information booklet and thought about how to introduce it.

However, just as she was about to speak, the other party came out of the car.

"I want this car. Let's issue a ticket."

Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and the people around him who looked down on the old man were also stunned.

"Aren't you going to ask for details again?"

"Buying a car isn't just that. I've already bought it seven or eight times. No introduction is needed." The old man waved his hand.

When he said this, everyone in the office was dumbfounded and so depressed that they almost broke their teeth.

Song Xiang was also a little surprised and quickly led the old man to go through the formalities.

As soon as the front desk started, Director Wang suddenly walked out and pulled her to the side.

Song Xiang bothered him to do anything, so he took a step back and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Invoicing the bill on the first day and treating everyone to a drink will help create harmony among colleagues." The other party acted like a close boss.

Song Xiang couldn't refuse, so he nodded calmly, "Then wait for me..."

Director Wang turned around and greeted everyone, "Song Xiang, please have a drink. Everyone, please tell me what you want to drink."

Song Xiang felt uncomfortable, but everyone gathered around him and told him the name of the milk tea very familiarly.

She still wrote it down by hand in a notebook and wrote a whole page.

She originally planned to go to the front desk to say hello, but a red-lipped woman named Jiang Tingting took her arm with a very familiar attitude.

"Xiangxiang, go ahead and buy it. I'll help you with the rest of the procedures."

As for reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, although Song Xiang hesitated, he still agreed.

She is very dizzy now and needs to go out for air.


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