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Chapter One Hundred and Eighth

When going out in the morning, Yan Zixiang felt that the case filing process would be more difficult this time based on past experience. What she didn't expect was that after arriving at the court, she actually saw the deputy court in charge within five minutes.

"This case is very representative. In the current environment of nationwide reform, this case has positive significance for improving the legal system in the future." Vice-President Zhou of the Municipal Court had a firm attitude. When he spoke, he waved his hand to express his determination.

A young man in a law firm under the Bureau of Justice was so talkative that he felt like he was in a dream when he walked out of the court. When he returned to the office, he received a call from the Bureau of Justice and was summoned by the deputy bureau in charge of the Lawyers Association. After the meeting, he also talked about it.

After some judicial construction, he expressed his attention to the case and asked Yan Zixiang to fight this lawsuit properly.

Yan Zixiang didn't go to the office and didn't even bother to eat lunch. He went directly to Fang Zhe's office and sat on the sofa like a fish jumping ashore, breathing heavily: "I spent an unreal morning.

"

Fang Zhe, who was holding the rice bowl, looked at her with disdain: "I think you are just here to get some money."

Yan Zixiang sat up straight: "I forgot that I was hungry if you didn't remind me."

Yan Zixiang, who picked up the chopsticks, was not polite at all. He ate vigorously. Fang Zhe, who had eaten half of his meal, put down his chopsticks and made a cup of tea himself. He placed it in front of Yan Zixiang before sitting down and continuing to eat. Yan Zixiang's mouth

Without saying anything, a warm current surged in my heart.

When Fang Zhe put down his chopsticks, Yan Zixiang also put down his chopsticks. Fang Zhe said calmly: "You continue to eat, I will go out to smoke."

Lihua appeared in the corridor, holding a lunch box in her hand. When she saw Fang Zhe, she approached and said, "What's wrong with Counselor Yan?"

"Hurry up and eat. After eating, go to the office. Yan Zixiang seems to have encountered something strange."

Fang Lihua was not polite. She entered the big office, opened her lunch box and ate. When Yan Zixiang came, she knew that she had to prepare her own lunch separately. After returning from Jinxin Factory, Fang Zhe and Fang Lihua were both very busy.

Time was tight. The worst situation was for Wu Longbin, who was directly laying the floor in the workshop and warehouse, staring at the production in three shifts.

"How are the workers feeling?" Fang Zhe came downstairs and saw Wu Longbin squatting in the corridor smoking with dark circles under his eyes.

"The mood is very high. I used to have nothing to do, but now I am half exhausted. The workshop is pretty good. There is no need to work overtime in the third shift. Everyone in other positions is working overtime. If there is overtime pay, everyone wants to earn more, and overtime is not allowed.

I'm still not happy about it." Wu Longbin was exhausted, but his mind was always in a state of excitement.

Looking at the deserted gate of the Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory on the far side, Fang Zhe smiled and squatted next to Wu Longbin like an old farmer: "There is no harm without comparison. The workers in the workshop are based on piece calculation. They don't know how many times they have done the calculation in their hearts."

How much can I get at the end of the month?"

"Yes, it's like a dream. Some workers in other positions also want to join the workshop."

"Tell them that if there are opportunities in the future, don't make adjustments now. I was jealous that others were getting more, so why didn't I learn the technology well? Who doesn't want to do it? There are many people who want to join the company." Fang Zhe couldn't get used to the problems of these people.

Wang Xiaoliu quickly ran to Fang Zhe: "Mr. Fang, I've found out."

Fang Zhe raised his hand to interrupt him: "Didn't I tell you not to investigate? Everyone makes mistakes, as long as it's not intentional, just pay attention to it in the future. You are all good boys, what you lack now is experience. People, there are some things that you don't have experience with.

You won’t understand.”

"Mr. Fang, everyone feels that the mistakes made by our department must be expressed, otherwise we will not be able to train Mr. Fang." Wang Xiaoliu persisted, and his attitude was firm.

Fang Zhe looked at Wu Longbin with a smile, wanting to see his attitude. Wu Longbin stood up and said, "Mr. Fang, let's do this. The person involved will deduct one month's bonus, and the department head will deduct half of it."

"Does the sales team have a supervisor? Who should I detain?" Fang Zhe asked with a half-smile, looking at Wang Xiaoliu.

This young man was smart and stood forward: "I'll take it off. It'll be fine if you take it all off."

"Wang Zheng, you first represent the position of the sales team. I don't care if young people like to brag. If the next time you act laxly and cause losses to the company, the person involved and the department head will get out together." Fang Zhe put away his smile and showed kindness and power.

Ji. Just now Wang Xiaoliu had a bad attitude, and Fang Zhe would not give him any chance.

Even the current agent is a punishment for him. The official supervisor's salary is doubled. Therefore, Wang Xiaoliu's biggest loss is actually to make him suffer.

"Mr. Fang, when will my code be removed?" After seeing the result, Wang Xiaoliu was no longer nervous and asked with a playful smile. What Fang Zhe admired most about him was that he had a thick skin. A salesman must have a thick skin.

People with poor psychological quality cannot do well in sales.

"Just wait, don't count on it within the year. On the first day of training, I told you again and again, keep your legs open and keep your mouth shut. You all turned a deaf ear to it and didn't even think about it. What do you have to be proud of?

"Why should others praise you? You must ask for something when you are polite. You don't understand such a simple truth?" Fang Zhe's tone became stern.

Wang Xiaoliu put away his smile and lowered his head to admit his mistake: "Mr. Fang, I remember it and I will not make similar mistakes again in the future."

Fang Zhe waved his hand: "Go away and go find Wei Jin yourself. If the sales team has another problem, see how I deal with you."

Wu Longbin spoke at the side: "Mr. Fang, Wang Zheng has changed a lot. He recently signed up for the self-study exam and took time to attend night school in the evening."

Fang Zhe nodded to show that he knew, and Yan Zixiang from upstairs shouted: "Mr. Fang, where are you?"

Fang Zhe raised his head: "Here we come." He waved to Wu Longbin, and Fang Zhe left. Wu Longbin, who stayed where he was, had a smile on his face. He had been really tired recently, but he was in a very good mood, full of energy and energy. It seemed like he was back again.

When I first entered the Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory.

His wife told him that recently, people have been asking every day whether Yuanda Company needs more people. Wu Longbin didn’t ask just now. Let’s wait and see. With the current trend, it is almost inevitable for the company to increase its manpower.

"Just tell me, just don't tell me you're a ghost." Privately, Fang Zhe still likes to talk nonsense.

Seeing Fang Zhe take out the cigarette and put it back, Yan Zixiang raised his hand and grabbed the cigarette: "You can smoke if you want." He lit it first, took a puff and smiled: "I have to hide it at home.

I still have to hold it in the workplace. Only with you can I let go."

"It's not a good thing, smoke less." Fang Zhe didn't advise her to quit smoking. Yan Zixiang sighed: "It's a lot of pressure."

"You're a little guy from a law firm, how can you have so much pressure?" Fang Zhe was not polite at all, and he was not angry at all. He took two puffs and said, "I won't go to the law firm if I mess around."

, the original allocation fell to the Bureau of Justice.”

After hearing this, Fang Zhe showed an angry expression: "Don't mention the allocation to me, you're going to fall out."

Someone came in at the door, smiled and said: "Who are you falling out with?"


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