Yang Jun tied up the bicycle, locked it, and then turned around and went upstairs.
"Section Chief, don't forget to go to the small conference room on the third floor for a meeting later."
As soon as Yang Jun opened the door of the office, Lao Wei chased after him.
"What's the meeting?" Yang Jun put down the key and asked casually.
"I don't know. I was notified yesterday that the top leaders of each department must be present." Lao Wei explained.
After Lao Wei finished speaking, he put the folder in his hand on Yang Jun's desk and motioned for him to sign.
After riding all the way, his hands were too cold to hold the pen. Yang Jun took the teapot and prepared to pour some hot water to cover his hands, but the water on the stove was cold.
I didn't go to work yesterday, and no one took care of the stove. It went out a long time ago.
Yang Jun put down the teacup angrily, rubbed his hands vigorously, took a few hot breaths to his mouth, then held the pen and began to sign.
They were all original documents for small-amount purchases. The auditors had already verified them clearly. They also had Yang Mei's signature on them. Yang Jun took a few glances and signed his name.
With Yangmei checking in front, he felt more at ease.
Lao Wei received the signed documents and left without staying long.
The office was really cold, so Yang Jun stood up and stamped his feet.
I can't stand it without a fire in the house.
I don’t know what happened, but since I returned from my job change, I seem to be no longer resistant to the cold. I used to be able to stay up all night without turning on the stove, and I managed to survive the whole winter wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket. Since I returned to Sijiu City,
, the ability to tolerate freezing decreases step by step, and people are often woken up by freezing at night.
Yang Jun used tongs to remove all the charcoal in the stove, and then left the office with a new briquette.
He planned to go to another department to change the briquettes, and then put a new briquette on top, otherwise the fire would come out within half an hour.
There were three offices in the Purchasing Department, he occupied one, Lao Wei and five clerks occupied one, and the remaining one was reserved for the remaining eight purchasers.
Before entering the office, I heard a familiar voice.
"Chief Wei, please, please let me go to Datong."
"No, everyone wants to run away. If you ask me, I will let you go?" Old Wei refused.
Yang Jun pushed the door open and went in.
Yan Jiecheng was standing in front of Lao Wei's desk, looking pleading.
When Old Wei saw Yang Jun coming in with briquettes, he quickly stood up and said: "Section Chief, your office is the only one in our Procurement Department that has a stove. If you want to change the briquettes, you can only go to another section chief's office to change it."
Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this. He thought that every office had a stove, but he didn't expect that only he, the section chief, had this kind of treatment. Seeing that his subordinates in the section were so cold that they had runny noses, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Upon seeing this, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl in the office came over quickly, took the briquettes from his hand, and said enthusiastically,
"Section Chief, please wait a moment, I will go to the cafeteria to change it for you."
"Go to the cafeteria to change? It's too far, so there's no need..."
Before Yang Jun could finish speaking, the little girl walked away with the briquettes in her arms.
Yang Jun knew in his heart that if he went to each section chief's office to change the briquettes, there would be nothing wrong with him. It would be inappropriate if an ordinary worker went to the section chief's office, so the little girl had no choice but to go to the canteen to change the briquettes.
"Jie Cheng, why are you here?" Yang Jun asked.
"Chief... Section Chief, I work in the purchasing department of our factory." Yan Jiecheng looked embarrassed.
When Yang Jun heard this, everything suddenly became clear.
A few days ago, I had a dispute with Jia Zhang. Why did Yan Jiecheng help him? And why did the third uncle first express his support for him when we had dinner at Shazhu's house last night? It turned out that Yan Jiecheng was working under him.
"Well, do it well."
Yang Jun patted Yan Jiecheng's shoulder to comfort him, and then went back to his office.
Seeing the pleading look in Yan Jiecheng's eyes, Yang Jun ran away before he could say anything.
Everything has its own rules, and the Purchasing Department naturally has its own rules of survival. I leave all the matters of the Purchasing Department to Lao Wei, so naturally I cannot meddle in Lao Wei's affairs at will for the sake of Yan Jiecheng.
He knew in his heart that if he intervened rashly, he would not only destroy the law of survival, but also make Lao Wei unable to step down in public, lose face in the department, and it would be difficult for him to do his job in the future.
Back in the office, Yang Jun looked at the time. It was still some time before he left the meeting. He was bored and flipped through yesterday's newspaper.
Before I finished reading a page, the door rang.
The little girl who changed the briquettes came back. Her face was red, she was panting, and she was breathing in the hot air. It seemed that she had been running all the way.
"Thank you! Thank you for your hard work."
The little girl helped put on the red-hot briquettes and waved her hands repeatedly: "It's not hard work."
"Section Chief, if the stove goes out in the future, you can call next door and I will change the briquettes for you."
The little girl seemed to have done something earth-shattering, her face was filled with pride.
"Okay, then... I'll trouble you later."
Yang Jun was not polite and agreed directly.
As a section chief, it’s not too much to ask your subordinates to do some private work, right?
When your subordinates ask for progress, you can't stop them, right?
Most of the employees with normal brains would fawn over their bosses and flatter their leaders, just because they are afraid of being a business-like subordinate who doesn't have enough money and salt to do anything. I get a salary from the factory, so why should I listen to you?
This kind of irritation is the most troublesome for the leader. If you give him a small shoe, people will say you are taking revenge for personal gain. If you let it go, he will scold you and brag about how good he is.
"May I have your name?"
"Section Chief, my name is Luo Xiaomei. You can call me Xiao Luo or Mei Zi." Luo Xiaomei suddenly became happy when she saw the section chief asking her name.
When a subordinate is courteous in front of his leader, he just wants you to remember his name, or at least look familiar to him.
Now that the goal has been achieved, I am naturally happy.
"Okay, let's call you Xiao Luo from now on."
In the workplace, leaders generally call their subordinates Xiao Wang, Lao Li, and Dabai. When subordinates call leaders, they usually add the leader's surname in front and their position at the end. These are all collective names.
There is no problem at all for Yang Jun to call her Xiao Luo. As for Mei Zi? He doesn't want to have any ambiguous relationship with the little girl.
"Section Chief, the stove is ready. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
"Okay, Ronaldinho, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard."
Luo Xiaomei patted the ashes on her hands, then filled the teapot with water and put it on the stove before going out.
Yang Jun checked the time, put down the newspaper, took his notebook and pen and went out.
…
Small conference room on the third floor.
This is mainly the office where senior leaders such as division directors and factory directors hold meetings.
When Yang Jun arrived, he quietly sat down at the back near the door.
"Okay, everyone is here, let's start the meeting now."
