Wang Yifan sat down at his workstation and casually called a colleague with whom he had a so-so relationship, as if what just happened didn't happen.
However, the traces of instant noodles scattered on his body clearly indicated something.
"Yifan, is everything okay? Are you really promoted?"
Lao Zhao secretly glanced at Qian Wenbin and asked softly.
"They said they were going to be transferred to a new department. Who can tell what happened?"
Lao Zhao had his own philosophy of living in the office, so he did not continue to ask questions, but seriously handed over the work to Wang Yifan.
Qian Wenbin quickly lost his previous irritation and shook his head proudly at his workstation, as if he had something happy. Wang Yifan was still there, and no one came to join in the fun.
Wang Yifan's mind is not too much on work and the conflict just now. It's not that he doesn't care, he is more concerned about the phone call in the morning.
6300 was almost charged, so he tried to call back according to the number on the caller ID.
But although the screen of the mobile phone showed that there was no SIM card, the number was dialed, but the busy sound kept coming.
He had confirmed before that there was indeed no mobile phone card in the card slot of the mobile phone.
What's going on here?
Then, he tried several more times, but the line was still busy.
Reluctantly, he stuffed the phone card into the phone card slot again, and this time the call was dialed quickly.
"Hi, hello!"
It's a very nice female voice.
Wang Yifan confirmed that it was the callback number and couldn't help but said: "Hello, I'm looking for Wang Yifan!"
"Wang Yifan, I'm sorry, you dialed the wrong number!"
"Wrong number?"
"Yes, I don't know anyone named Wang Yifan!"
After that, the other end of the phone hung up without mercy, not even giving him a chance to say sorry.
The time soon came to two o'clock in the afternoon. During this period, Wang Yifan kept trying to call the number, even using the newly purchased mobile phone. In the end, it seemed that the owner of the number was directly added to the blacklist.
"Wang Yifan, who is Wang Yifan? It's a meeting. The bosses and colleagues are waiting for you!"
The old white secretary with beautiful phoenix eyes stood at the door of the office and yelled dissatisfiedly, with unhappiness written all over her pretty face.
Wang Yifan then remembered that Zhang Xiaofeng had informed him in the morning that there would be a meeting in the company's conference room at two o'clock.
He casually stuffed his cell phone into his pocket, stood up, and walked quickly to Secretary Jin, "I'm sorry, Secretary Jin, something has delayed me!"
Secretary Jin looked him up and down, as if she wanted to find out from him where Wang Yifan had the courage and confidence to make the entire company's management wait for him alone, but she didn't find the answer she wanted.
She snorted, "No need to say sorry to me, go back and explain to Mr. Bai!"
Having said that, she turned around and left without waiting for Wang Yifan to say anything. Her high ponytail was swaying back and forth, and her round buttocks under the hip-covering skirt were also swaying. She was very beautiful and stimulated men's adrenaline.
All the male colleagues in the company like to stare at Secretary Jin’s back, with her ponytail and pert butt. In the words of Teacher Jin Xing, that’s perfect!
Arriving at the conference room, everyone looked over. Zhang Xiaofeng immediately scolded: "Wang Yifan, what did you do? Didn't I inform you earlier in the morning that the meeting will be held at two o'clock? It's already 2:05, no
A little sense of time!”
"Sorry to keep you leaders waiting for so long!"
Wang Yifan didn't have much expectations for the new department, but when he saw this formation, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. It was just like Secretary Jin said, everyone was waiting for him.
The general manager of the company, Lao Bai, including the aloof Secretary Jin, the two vice presidents, as well as the five general managers of various departments of the company and the backbone of each department, the conference room was full.
"Mr. Zhang, this is the person you recommended. Anyone who has no sense of time is the first to be unqualified here! If this was in our department, we would have opened it long ago!"
Next to Zhang Xiaofeng was a middle-aged woman who was about the same age as her. She wore a pair of tortoiseshell glasses, had her hair permed in the popular wavy style, had deep eyeliner and strong makeup. She ridiculed Wang Yifan, but she also
Zhang Xiaofeng told me to go in.
This is Feng Meili, the boss of the financial department.
Zhang Xiaofeng sneered and did not answer, but became more and more dissatisfied with Wang Yifan. "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Find a seat and sit down!"
Lao Bai just glanced at Wang Yifan, with a smile on his round face.
"Okay, everyone is here, we have a formal meeting! Xiaojin, please send the meeting charter!"
Lao Bai is a middle-aged Mediterranean man with a surprisingly big beer belly and slightly sunken lips. He sits on a leather chair in the conference room and smiles like a Maitreya Buddha.
Wherever he sat, although he was not very noble, he still had the impression of an official and a bit of majesty.
Wang Yifan's unit is a cultural brokerage company, which is one of the earliest companies in related industries in Shanghai. It is mainly engaged in event planning and public relations planning, including but not limited to some cultural activities, and even design and advertising.
, industrial investment and a series of business activities.
In short, what can make money and what is culturally relevant are all things that companies can deal with. They are complex but not refined.
Because it was registered relatively early, the company's scale is not large, but some problems have gradually been exposed. It is small and bloated, and its profits are declining year by year. On the contrary, the scope of the industry involved is getting larger and larger.
Wang Yifan took the meeting charter from Secretary Jin and took a look at it. He couldn't help but froze, and turned to look at Zhang Xiaofeng, but Zhang Xiaofeng didn't look at him at all. He just frowned and stared at the meeting charter, as if he could see the flowers.
of.
Work report? Job description? Department preparation intention introduction, or ppt?
The old witch just asked him to collect some information?
This dull punch really caught Wang Yifan off guard.
"Okay, everyone has got the meeting charter. Let me just say a few words first. Everyone here is the backbone elite of the company. They must also know the current situation of the company. In order to improve the company's profitability, we will solve the problem of bloated personnel composition.
, the company’s leadership has decided to prepare an artist economics department, requiring each department to recommend key personnel to participate in and cooperate with the preparations for the new department. The new department will be the focus of the company’s work expansion in the future, so I hope everyone here can contribute.
enthusiasm..."
Wang Yifan's head was buzzing, and he scolded Zhang Xiaofeng's eighteenth generation ancestor in his heart. He was determined to make him look embarrassed in front of the company leaders, and the so-called manager of the new department, at this moment, was
From his perspective, he is just like the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.