"Mr. Mo, can I leave this bag of my things with you? The door lock of my room is broken. The hotel staff will repair it in a while. I'm afraid I'll lose it." Han Lu flashed the bag in her hand.
"Let it go," Mo Li said and walked out of the room first.
Han Lu put the plastic bag in a safe corner and followed Mo Li out.
In the hotel's banquet hall, there were two rows of cold food for grab-and-go, and waiters shuttled among the crowd carrying red wine.
The managers were holding red wine and chatting and laughing.
When Mo Li and Han Lu appeared, they immediately attracted everyone's attention
"Mr. Mo, what you said today was wonderful!" From time to time, someone came over and said from the bottom of his heart.
"Thank you!" Mo Li was very polite to everyone.
Because he had guessed something fishy about the Guo Group, Mo Li would not miss the opportunity to get together with many sales managers.
This time, he took the initiative to greet and chat with others, and then pretended to be unintentional and extracted their true sales situation from their mouths.
After some understanding, Mo Li concluded that what these sales managers said at the meeting was even exaggerated!
Mo Li no longer had any doubts about his own speculation.
Guo Shiming had calculated everything, but he never imagined that this exchange conference would actually give Mo Li such inspiration.
With these first-hand materials, Mo Li now has an idea.
Everyone who should say hello had already said hello. Mo Li was sitting in the corner with a red wine and thinking of countermeasures.
"Mr. Mo!" Zhang Weimo walked up to Mo Li, raised his wine glass, and after touching Mo Li, he continued, "I feel like you have something on your mind."
Mo Li smiled and said nothing
Zhang Weimo was at a loss for words and said: "It's strange that the Guo Group has never held a communication meeting before. This time it was held suddenly. I think Mr. Guo must have thought that you were about to leave Jiangyang Group and wanted to take you
Leave more of your experience behind.”
Mo Li did not answer Zhang Weimo's obviously joking words. He looked at him and said, "You have made great progress."
"I can't talk about any progress, but I've seen more of the world. I used to be just a wild boy in the township and didn't understand anything," Zhang Weimo said modestly.
While the two were chatting, Han Lu staggered over with a blushing face, raised her wine glass and said, "Mr. Mo, let's have a drink!"
Mo Li frowned and said dissatisfied: "Why do you drink like this!"
"I, I thought I couldn't drink red wine. It tasted good even when I was drunk, so I drank more," Han Lu said with her tongue hanging out.
Mo Li shook his head. Han Lu is really not a qualified assistant.
However, this is understandable. After all, Han Lu worked as a salesperson right after graduating from university. She was exposed to very few such activities. As for being an assistant, it was only a matter of a few days.
What Mo Li is worried about is that she will leave Jiangyang Group in less than a month. An assistant like her will definitely not be able to work for a long time in front of others.
It seems that during this period of time, she has to give her some advice, and it is not in vain that she became friends with An Xiaoqi.
Seeing Han Lu swaying unsteadily, Mo Li said, "Sit down and rest for a while. You can't drink anymore."