Chapter 963 In fact, I am a literary young man

Guan Ju'er returned to 2202 and sat down on the chair next to the dining table: "Yingying, my legs are weak, aren't you scared?"

As soon as Qiu Yingying entered the room, she took out her mobile phone, pressed it repeatedly, and smiled stupidly. I really didn't know whether to call her heartless or crazy.

"I was sending a text message to Manager Bai, telling him about the thrilling scene that happened in the elevator. Hey, you said, he was so fierce the day before yesterday, and he could smash a hole in the elevator with one punch. Why is it like a different person today?

A young literary and artistic person."

Fan Shengmei, who had just entered the room, heard the conversation between the two people and glanced at Qiu Yingying: "Artistic young man? Is he an artistic loser?"

Qiu Yingying said without raising her head: "I think he is quite good. He is handsome and kind-hearted, and he sings well."

Fan Shengmei said: "It seems that Qu Xiaoxiao was right, he bought you off with just two bad songs."

Only then did Qiu Yingying realize that the tone of the roommate's elder sister was full of displeasure, and she laughed twice without answering.

"By the way Guan Guan, I remember you said last night that the new tenant on the 21st floor went to your company to apply for VP, right?" Fan Shengmei pointed the finger at Guan Ju'er again.

"Well, it's him."

"Oh, I thought he just had a weird personality, but I didn't expect that his brain circuits are so weird. He deserves to be hit by a wall."

Qiu Yingying straightened her upper body and stared blankly at Fan Shengmei, who could not hide her anger: "Sister Fan, are you angry?"

"Angry? What should I be angry about? Do I deserve to be angry with someone like him?"

Phew~

Qiu Yingying suppressed her smile.

Phew~

Pfft haha~

After all, she couldn't hold it back and laughed.

"Bai...it's Supervisor Bai. He sent me a joke. I really wasn't laughing at you, Sister Fan."

"Qiu Yingying!"

…

Wednesday.

Fan Shengmei continued to act calmly, Andy was chatting in the conference room, Qiu Yingying was immersed in the honey pot, and Qu Xiaoxiao, after getting the agency information of GI air conditioners, looked at the dense professional vocabulary, and suddenly realized that she had not robbed Qu Lianjie

It's a hot potato, but it's a hot potato.

Guan Ju'er's work is still busy, translating documents, printing information, and preparing various reports required for meetings. In the past two days, the manager has given her another task of collecting relevant corporate financial reports. In short, let alone sneaking in a small fish.

, even the time to go to the toilet must be compressed within 5 minutes.

After racking her brains to complete a summary report, Guan Juer lay on the table and rested for almost a minute. She was about to stand up, drink some water, and prepare to process the next document when she heard whispers coming from around her. She took a look

The colleague at the table opposite took a look towards the corridor.

A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes followed behind the front desk and walked inside.

Isn't this Lin Yue from the 21st floor? Why is he here again?

After thinking for a moment, Guan Juer remembered the bet he had with the head of the HR department last Friday. He looked at the documents on the table, gritted his teeth, pretended to go to the toilet and left the office area, sneaking inside.

"Mr. Lin, to be honest, I was really surprised. I didn't expect that in just two days you would contact many funds and complete our underwriting agreement with Xinhe Industrial. From my personal perspective, I would like to know how you did it.

Yes, of course, if it’s not convenient, I won’t force it.”

"To tell you the truth, Ms. Zhang helped me a lot on this matter."

"Oh, that's right."

"Manager Hong, do you have any questions?"

"No more, no more."

"Then as we agreed..."

“Welcome to join Huaxin.”

Is this done?

Guan Ju'er looked confused and couldn't understand what was happening in front of her. After she graduated from college, her father used connections and begged friends and worked hard to get her an internship opportunity here. She got up earlier than chicken every day and went to bed every day.

He was late as a dog, working hard just to pass the year-end assessment and stay, but he was lucky enough to solve the problem by dividing three times, five, and two, and became the VP of the investment banking department as soon as he came in.

What does it mean to be irritating to others? This is irritating to others.

"Guan Ju'er, what are you doing there? The manager is looking for you?"

The call from behind woke her up, and when she turned around, she saw it was Michelle.

"Oh, I'll come right away." Guan Ju'er didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly turned around and left.

About an hour later.

She handed the file to the manager and returned to her post to sit down. Before she could take a breath, the head of the human resources department came over with Lin Yue, nodded to the manager of her department, looked at the employees present and said, "Hello everyone, this is

The new VP of our company's investment banking department, Manager Lin Yuelin, may have more business dealings with our operations department in the future, so I brought him over to get to know you all. I hope that we can cooperate with each other and make progress together in the future work.

"

There was a burst of applause from below.

Lin Yue looked around everyone with a smile, and when his eyes fell on Guan Ju'er's face, he nodded to her.

A minute later, he left with the head of the human resources department. The staff who returned to their seats were talking a lot. Michelle, who was sitting behind Guan Juer, saw the manager being called away by the head of the human resources department and whispered: "I heard that this new Lin

The manager used to work in IT."

Xiao Ye next to Guan Ju'er said: "Does IT? Then he should apply for an information management position? Why did he end up in the investment banking department?"

Michelle said: "Who knows?"

"Hey, Guan Guan, do you know him?" Xiaoye leaned in front of her and said, "I seemed to see him nodding to you just now."

"Oh, he is the resident downstairs from me." Guan Juer did not hide the relationship between the two.

"Really?" Xiaoye's eyes lit up: "Manager of the investment banking department, if you can say a word or two to the manager during the end-of-year appraisal, wouldn't your chances of staying here be greatly increased?"

The financial industry, on the surface, seems to be high-end, but in fact, it is not much better than the entertainment industry. Summer recruiters sleep with VPs in order to stay, and analysts sleep with EDs (which can be understood as directors) in order to get dividends. Even MDs at the top of the food chain, for

It can make money for the company and lick more customers' butts in a year than the toilets in public restrooms.

The operations department where Guan Ju'er works belongs to the backend of the company, and is the one who eats from the big pot. The investment banking department is the face of a securities company and its core assets, so even the manager of the operations department is unwilling to offend Lin Yue head-on.

"I think problems like this should be overcome by one's own ability." Guan Ju'er said seriously.

Xiaoye disagreed with her point of view: "No matter how great your ability is, you must have a platform to display it."

Michelle said: "The manager is back, stop talking."

Sure enough, the manager came in from the outside with a folder. The people who had been whispering all sat upright, closed their mouths and concentrated on their work.

…

In the evening, after the manager went to get off work and answered a few calls, he handed two folders to Guan Ju'er and told her that they were materials that would be used in tomorrow's meeting and asked her to sort them out today.

I have no choice but to stay and work overtime.

She worked on it until after 9 o'clock in the evening, and finally finished the work at hand. She dragged her exhausted body out of Financial Street and took the subway home.

After walking two steps away from the exit, she saw passers-by gathered in a semicircle, either squatting or standing, listening to the street singer in the center.

The more she listened, the more familiar he became. When she walked over and took a look, it turned out to be VP Lin who had just joined Huaxin in the afternoon. He was holding a guitar in his arms and was close to the microphone. The guitar bag in front of him had a sign saying he declined tips.

The employment contract was signed in the afternoon. Shouldn't normal people start to familiarize themselves with the work of investment banks now? There are all kinds of data to be recorded, various processes to be familiar with, and various documents to be read. Even if you don't work overtime, there is no time at the subway exit.

Sing?

"You always ask questions."

"ABC hangs on the back."

"I'll fill in ACDC."

"But you called me mud."

"I just want to stay true to myself."

"And the spirit of youth."

"I'm soaked in the November rain."

"I heard you call me worthless."

"I burned myself for my dream."

"And no mediocre gasp."

"..."

Guan Juer stood outside the crowd and listened quietly to the selfless singing of the man in front of him.

After singing the song, there was warm applause from below, and she clapped her hands along with those people.

Lin Yue glanced at his watch, wiped away the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "It's late, I have to go to work tomorrow, so let's stop here today."

The onlookers began to disperse, and then a girl in her mid-twenties ran over and handed him a tissue. He smiled and said thank you, and took it in his hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing him starting to disassemble the microphone, Guan Juer walked over and helped clean up the wires on the ground.

"Hey, why is it you?"

Guan Ju'er said: "I just came off work and saw you singing here and came over."

"I'm so busy working so late..."

As Lin Yue spoke, he placed the speaker on the special card slot of the mountain bike, then picked up his guitar and pushed the bike alongside her.

Guan Ju'er said: "Manager Lin, you just joined Huaxin in the afternoon, shouldn't there be a lot of things to be familiar with?"

Lin Yue said: "Don't call me Manager Lin, call me Brother Lin."

Guan Ju'er also felt awkward calling him Manager Lin: "Brother Lin, I remember that when I first joined the job, I read the pre-job training materials all night. How...how..."

Lin Yue looked at her deeply: "You want to ask me how I still have time to sing at the subway exit, right?"

"Yeah." Guan Ju'er nodded slightly, waiting for his answer.
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