In the afternoon, I visited a branch of Cosmos Bank in the Sunset District of Beijing.
"Sister Yan, President Zhao asked you to go to his office."
"Oh well."
Yan Ting wore an ICBC dark blue sleeveless suit, trousers, and a white shirt. An elegant and beautiful woman in her early thirties, even in such a uniform, she had a unique charm.
Wearing high heels, she walked elegantly into the president's office.
Manager Zhao is in his forties, half-bald, chubby, and wearing a suit required by the industry. I don’t know whether it’s because he just woke up from a nap or because the treasury is running low, but he looks very tired.
President Zhao sat behind his desk, smiled and gestured, "Xiaoyan, here you go. Sit down. Let's talk."
Yan Ting smiled and sat down.
She has long heard that she may be promoted in the industry. Her performance this year has been very outstanding. She has secured Mr. Jing as a big client. The position of deputy manager of the "Personal Financial Business Department" should also be promoted.
President Zhao smiled and chatted, "Xiaoyan, you have been transferred to our bank for four or five years, right? You have always been conscientious and have outstanding achievements!"
Yan Ting suppressed the excitement in her heart and quickly said modestly, "President, if I have any small achievements, they are all achieved under the leadership of you and the management of the bank."
President Zhao nodded with a smile. This little face is indeed a talent. She can speak well and is beautiful. Thirty-one years old is the most charming age for a woman. No wonder she can attract Mr. Jing.
but…
President Zhao cleared his throat and announced: "The bank has decided to entrust you with an important task and transfer you to the credit department as director. You will be responsible for the credit work of the bank."
Yan Ting was immediately stunned, her little mouth opened slightly. No... the credit department, shouldn't it be the manager of the institutional business department? She happened to be the counterpart of Zhongrun Company, serving Mr. Jing! Going to the credit department, her work pressure
will increase exponentially.
Don't think that lending is a good position. Small businesses dare not lend, while high-quality companies are begging for loans from banks.
"President, I..."
President Zhao looked at Yan Ting with a smile and said meaningfully: "Xiaoyan, are you unwilling?"
Yan Ting sighed in her heart, her arms couldn't twist her thighs, she pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, President. I'm willing to go."
President Zhao nodded, smiled heartily, stood up and poured tea, "Here, drink tea."
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Yan Ting left in a low mood. President Zhao thought about it for a moment and called Gong Cheng, the president of a branch in Shunning District.
After a few pleasantries, I entrusted Gong Cheng to be the intermediary and made an appointment with "Mr. Jing" to have a meal together.
"Okay, okay. Lao Gong, I'll leave it to you."
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When Jing Gao arrived at Beijing Sports University, Li Wei was already waiting here. After registering at the door, he drove in.
The teacher Li Wei found was named "Fan Zhongkai". He was a coach in his forties and in his prime. He worked as a teacher in a football academy.
After meeting and exchanging pleasantries at the No. 2 football field in the school, Li Wei immediately left. He still had to help Jing Gaopao with the access control of three universities including the University of Trade and Economics.
Jing Gao changed into the Manchester United uniform and returned to the football field. The dusty playground was full of students training for football, practicing various sports: running back and forth, dribbling, pushing the ball, etc.
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Coach Fan took Jinggao to a corner of the football field. He first led Jinggao to do warm-up exercises for ten minutes, which was very professional. Then he said: "Xiaojing, I have a straight temper. Let's put the ugly words first. At your age
If you want to practice football, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
Although Chinese football has a bad reputation, this sport is a scientific sport and has its own objective laws.
I try my best to teach. But whether it can improve your skills depends on your physical condition and practice. You can tell me about your situation."
Jinggao didn't mind and said: "Director Fan, I understand. I used to be a football enthusiast, playing from high school to college. I didn't play for five years after graduating from college. I played in a small seven-a-side field two days ago and my performance was very poor.
.So, I want to practice.”
Coach Fan folded his arms, wore a peaked cap, and hung a whistle around his neck. He nodded and threw a football to Jing Gao, "You bounce the ball and I'll see."
Jing Gao made five groups. The group with the best score was nine.
Coach Fan couldn't help but shook his head and commented: "You haven't played football for a long time, and you have no sense of the ball. Your body coordination is acceptable. You don't have the stiffness of sitting in the office for a long time. Do you usually exercise?"
"I've been running and swimming a lot lately."
Coach Fan held his chin and thought for a while, then said: "Well, let me see how many big kicks you can do. How far can you kick?" After saying that, he ran to the end of the playground and signaled Jing Gao to start.
Jing Gao still played in the fifth group, and according to coach Fan's visual inspection, the best result should be about 45 meters.
"Huhu..."
Coach Fan panted and brought the football back and said, "Okay. I know it in my mind. You are doing well. You do have a foundation in football."
You want to perform well in a seven-a-side field, play as an attacking midfielder. Don't do all the bells and whistles, just take the ball and shoot.
In the next month, I will mainly teach you shooting. Then I will combine it with other training: flexibility, passing, ball control, etc. Are there any questions?"
Professional coaches are awesome! They decided on a plan after just a few tests. Jing Gao said convincingly: "Okay."
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Physical training is different from music training. Jing Gao practiced for an hour and a half, and said goodbye to Coach Fan while sweating profusely.
Coach Fan will contact him for a 7-a-side match tomorrow morning. He will find someone to feed him the ball and conduct actual training.
The journey home was still a bit far. Jinggao took his bag and walked to the guest house on the campus of Beijing Sports University: "Sports University Training Center Hotel" had opened a room. A standard double room, priced at 468 yuan per day.
As a quasi-three-star hotel, the price is a bit high. But in a university, the environment is elegant and comfortable. It is understandable.
Naturally, Jinggao didn't care about the price. He took the ID card from the girl at the front desk, took his Nike sports bag to the second floor, and swiped the key card to open the door.
The room is small in size, with two beds. It has a long table, a TV, and bedside tables. The sheets and quilts are clean. This room on the second floor has a window, which opens to face the campus of Beijing University of Science and Technology. It is mid-spring, and everything is blooming.
“The environment is nice! You can rent a room here for a long time during this period.”
Jinggao smiled slightly, put his backpack on the chair, and went to the bathroom to take a comfortable shower to relieve fatigue.
After changing into clean clothes, Jing Gao sat on the bed, drank water, picked up his phone and browsed. Only then did he realize that there were several missed calls, all from Gong Cheng.
Jing Gao looked at the WeChat message he sent, thought about it for a moment, and called the phone. The call was connected after five or six seconds, "President Gong, I'm sorry, I didn't have my phone with me just now."
On the phone, Gong Cheng said with a smile: "Master Jing, you are too polite. It's like this. On Thursday, our bank has an event for high-end customers at the "Fu'anju" courtyard next to the Forbidden City.
The main purpose is to talk about the recent domestic economic situation and recommend our financial products. Of course, it is also to build a communication platform for all customers. Are you interested in participating? "
It sounds quite high-end.
I heard that some courtyard houses next to the Forbidden City have been integrated and bought. There are some celebrities' houses there. Doesn't a certain actress named Wang live next door? Some of them have been converted into commercial uses, such as high-end B&Bs, private restaurants, and clubs.
This "Fu'anju" should be a club.
Jing Gao refused: "Not interested."
Gong Cheng on the other end of the phone was a little dumbfounded. This...
