"Yesterday I saw the criticism report about Lu Jie that was going through the process in the Human Resources Department."
In the bright office, Zhang Moyan's new boss, Chief Editor Huang, had his hands crossed on the table and his facial expression was "You must be very interested". However, Zhang Moyan, who was sitting opposite his desk, did not even move his eyebrows.
For a moment, it was as calm as if he had never said this sentence at all.
Editor Huang was greatly bored, but Zhang Moyan's curiosity was not a necessary condition for him to finish his sentence: "The superiors have decided that her performance appraisal grade for the second quarter will be D, and her qualification for year-end recommendation will be cancelled, as a warning to others." p>
Editor Huang pointed at the last four words on the table and emphasized his tone: "Lu Jie used to be the backbone of the company's training. She has become quite famous in the media industry over the years. Giving her a D is almost equivalent to giving her a direct order to expel her." Zhang Moyan noticed that Editor Huang mentioned that Editor Lu Da, who was at the same level as him, called him by his first name. It can be seen that although he was new here and although Lu Jie had a more stable foundation, he did not take him seriously at all, or maybe he directly regarded him.
Lu Jie saw it as a stumbling block.
"But Editor Lu will probably not resign." Zhang Moyan did not show the surprise her boss expected at Lu Jie's punishment. On the contrary, everything did not exceed her and Jin Xueyang's expectations.
Lu Jie is very comfortable in the industry, all because she is backed by the big tree of leading media. However, she does not know the importance of it. In the past year, she has often regarded herself as a hero in the industry. Not only does she act in a high-profile manner, but she also has special requirements in everything. The senior management then gave her a slap.
In fact, it is to let her know that she cannot do without the leading media, and she is not strong enough to start a new business. She is nothing without this support.
So I knew everything with my toes, so Editor-in-Chief Lu Da could only swallow this sap and start living with his tail between his legs.
"I also think she won't leave her job," Editor Huang agreed with Zhang Moyan's prediction. He pondered for a moment, then showed a worried look, "Well, Xiao Zhang, I'm really worried about your situation next.
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Zhang Moyan still had no expression, as if he just said something to compliment him: "Why are you worried about me?"
"Look, when Lu Jie is punished, she herself and her soldiers will be furious. They don't dare to fire on me directly, but they will definitely retaliate against us, so I did it for them in the first place.
If you go to work, you will definitely become the target of their attack!" Editor Huang paused, and his tone became deeper and deeper, "And I recently heard that our former director Eric has been actively asking the chairman to be transferred back to Shenhai...
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He deliberately left half a sentence silent, letting Zhang Moyan think for a while, and finally said in a tone that was considerate of her: "Look, you are now regarded as a scourge by the higher-ups, and next you will face the consequences of the lower-level colleagues.
Exclusion, this environment can be said to be very severe, you must be fully mentally prepared! Although I have the intention to protect you, after all, I am still a newcomer who has not been able to sit still, so I am afraid..."
"Editor Huang," Zhang Moyan interrupted his hypocritical words, "I will submit my resignation. I will prepare it when I get back. I will hand the resignation report to your desk tomorrow."
Editor Huang froze in the middle of the performance, and after a few seconds he made a slow movement similar to putting his hands together: "I can understand the decision you made. In fact, our cooperation is very pleasant. I still remember Editor Li
You entrusted me with your earnest instructions, but as a result, you resigned because of my lack of consideration in arranging the work."
Zhang Moyan couldn't bear it and moved, and said lukewarmly: "You don't have to be like this, I don't like this job very much."
"Oh?" Editor Huang was a little suspicious, "You don't like it? I think you have a strong sense of responsibility for your work and you are very serious about your work!"
Zhang Moyan's lips turned into a smile, "Maybe I will do the same in other jobs."
"Well, this is your excellent quality. I've seen it a long time ago!" Editor Huang pointed at her worldly, "A serious and responsible employee like you will be welcomed wherever he goes! Don't worry, I will definitely do my best.
I can help you keep your bonus in the first half of the year. By the way, if you are looking for a job, you can directly leave my number for background check, and I will definitely recommend you!"
The scene of the show was really uncomfortable, but editor Huang still didn't want to finish it. He started to perform and sighed: "It's really a shame. I personally admire you very much. After you left, I lost a right-hand man!" "If that's the case, then I won't leave." Zhang Moyan said suddenly.
Editor Huang's expression was frozen like a brake.
Zhang Moyan smiled slightly: "My voluntary resignation can not only help the upper management solve a serious problem, but also give an explanation to Editor Lu. Don't you really want to kill two birds with one stone like this?"
Director Huang's old fox-like face stiffened under Zhang Moyan's rhetorical question. The sharpness of Zhang Moyan's cold and beautiful eyebrows made him shiver.
"That's what you said..." After a while, Editor Huang twitched his eyebrows and laughed.
Zhang Moyan resisted the urge to gag, and stood up politely and nodded slightly to the opposite party: "Editor-in-Chief, if there is nothing else, I will go out first."
Editor Huang didn't have time to clear up his eyebrows and showed a congratulatory expression, as if he was afraid that Zhang Moyan would go back and not write a resignation report if he was unhappy: "Oh, okay, nothing happened!"
In the common room where the employees work, a female colleague in the team has a birthday today, and seven or eight people are taking advantage of the afternoon tea to sing happy birthday to her and cut the cake.
Zhang Moyan walked in amid laughter and laughter. Several colleagues who were standing and celebrating saw her, but no one called her to taste the cake together.
In fact, Editor Huang is not wrong. The environment she is in is already very bad. To put it bluntly, after Editor Huang used her to complete the glorious mission of suppressing Lu Jie and currying favor with the higher-ups, she is now an outcast.
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Except for Jin Xueyang, no other colleague would come to approach her, and Jin Xueyang was out on the field at this moment.
Of course, Zhang Moyan didn't care about this. She had never had a heated relationship with any of her colleagues before. Due to her personality, few people could win her heart in the past twenty-five years.
Therefore, it is especially rare to find talented people who have entered the heart.
There is no one like Xiao Xingyu.
She doesn't want to give up.
Zhang Moyan moved the mouse amidst the chattering praises of the cake and clicked twice to wake up her sleeping computer. She did not open Word and start drafting the resignation report as promised by Editor-in-Chief Hutchison Huang, but instead opened several folders in succession.
, and finally double-clicked a word document named "Temporary".
The dim light of the screen reflected Zhang Moyan's solemn and beautiful cheeks. There were only two phone numbers lying quietly in the snow-white window, one was an overseas landline number, and the other was an 11-digit domestic mobile phone number. p>
Zhang Moyan sat with her mouse pressed for a while and looked at the screen. Suddenly, as if she had made a decision, she quickly copied down the two numbers with a sticky note. Then she got up and walked out of the office, went downstairs, and walked to the west of the company parking lot.
in the garden.
On the afternoon of July 3rd or 4th, the sun was scorching the ground, the air was sultry, and the cicadas were chirping in the trees. In the deserted garden, Zhang Moyan did not hesitate, took out her mobile phone and checked the notes first.
She dialed the overseas landline number and waited until no one answered. Then she dialed the remaining mobile phone number.
