Ruan Muhong is a shrewd woman, which is very different from her lolita appearance. Nimolan watched her quickly explain the matters needing attention in the marketing department, and couldn't help but secretly admire in her heart - talent!
"I've almost finished talking about the general things. I'll let others explain the next few things to you in detail. Starting tomorrow, you can start working as my assistant. You must obey me absolutely. You can't do it just because you are the wife of the chairman...
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"I know, Sister Hong, I'm just Nimolan. Just call me Molan. If you have anything to do, just give me your instructions." Nimolan cleverly interrupted Ruan Muhong's words, looking silly and happy like every newbie.
Ruan Muhong nodded, pointed at a man not far away and said, "His name is Tao Ran. Go find him. He will take you to get familiar with him. I still have time, so I'll leave first." After saying that, Ruan Muhong headed
He left without looking back.
Nimolan scratched his head, tiptoed over, and said to Tao Ran, who was photocopying documents: "Hi, I'm new here. Sister Hong asked you to take me to familiarize myself with the environment..."
"Wait a minute, I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the environment right away." Tao Ran didn't even look at Nimolan, he just lowered his head and photocopied the information.
Taking advantage of this gap, Nimolan looked around the entire marketing department. In the huge department, almost everyone was talking on the phone and flipping through information. Leather shoes and high-heeled shoes were walking alternately in the aisles, in a hurry, as if everyone was busy.
Busy and focused, no one noticed her every move. This would be the best, Nimolan thought, and couldn't help but smile. She just likes such an ordinary way of living, and likes to hide without being noticed.
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"Okay, let's go!" Tao Ran suddenly raised his head and turned around, facing Nimolan's bright smiling face.
Nimo Lan blushed in embarrassment and lowered his head. Tao Ran shrugged: "Why are you so happy? I'm afraid you are the only person in the marketing department who can still be happy."
"Well, I just saw that everyone was working hard, so..." Nimolan tried to explain.
But he didn't want to be interrupted by Tao Ran: "Stop it, the results of these people's efforts are sometimes not as good as the leaders' pen. It's not uncommon for plans to be changed hundreds of times. You only see everyone's efforts.
But you can’t see other people’s sadness.”
"You seem to have misunderstood me. I didn't..."
"No matter what you think, I just want to tell you that in the marketing department, if you want to be promoted, it will be difficult to get promoted unless you are definitely appreciated by the leader. Do you understand?" Tao Ran didn't give Nimolan a chance to speak at all.
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This Tao Ran seemed to be very extreme, full of dissatisfaction with the leadership in both his words and actions. Nimo Lan frowned and put his worries back in his stomach.
After a day of study, Nimolan basically mastered a series of projects within the group and had a rough understanding of the companies under the group. If she wanted to study in depth, it would take a long time. At the same time, she also
She learned that Tao Ran was about the same age as herself and had been working in the group marketing department for three years. Before she left, Tao Ran had been Ruan Muhong's assistant, which is Nimolan's current position. No wonder he was full.
It's really unpleasant for an assistant minister to have been working for so long.
Nimolan checked his cell phone when he got off work in the evening, and finally decided to leave first.
She didn't call Butler Lin, but went straight to the bus stop next to the group building. Facing the bus stop sign, she found the bus she needed to take. There were many people on the bus and it was crowded, but the bumps made her feel very nostalgic.
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If there were no Balik family, if there was no Ji Moxuan, if these things had not happened, she would still be the same as before, taking the shuttle bus to and from get off work every day and serving their nun chief.
Dad, are you paying attention to me somewhere, or have you already couldn’t bear to watch anymore, so you just hid? It doesn’t matter, now that I have made up my mind, it is no longer your fault, so rest assured
Live your life and stop worrying about me.
"Hey, look, the convertible sports car is so handsome..." A girl said to the girl next to her with great envy.
Nimolan looked over attentively, but the sight she saw pierced her heart.
The convertible sports car was Ji Moxuan's Porsche, and the person sitting in the passenger seat was Tianxue. It was luxurious and elegant, attracting the envy of people on the bus.
She watched intently as the two of them talked and laughed in the car, swaying with the bumps of the bus.
The next moment, Ji Moxuan's face turned around.
Nimolan suddenly turned his back and covered half of his face with his long hair.
When she looked over again, the sports car had disappeared.
Why do you need to look, Nemolan, why do you need to ask for trouble? What are you confirming? Do you hope that he will recognize you sitting on the bus? Do you hope that he can keep looking at you until you turn around?
Go? Don't be stupid, he can't see you at all, and he doesn't care about you at all.
On the bright asphalt road of Balik Manor, Nimo Lan slowly walked back to the villa while breathing heavily.
"Are you working overtime today? You're not going to work overtime on the first day in the marketing department, right?" Ji Moxuan stood in the hall in front of the entrance with a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses in his other hand.
Nimo Lan paused, did he really take Tianxue home?
Ji Moxuan raised the cup in his hand: "Let's have a drink together, I hope you can join the group."
Nimolan blinked and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he didn't bring Tianxue back: "Okay."
"How is work? Did Ruan Muhong make things difficult for you?" In front of the bar, Ji Moxuan shook the red juice in the wine glass and asked without leaving any trace.
Nimolan shook his head: "Sister Hong is very nice, refreshing and concise."
"What about other colleagues?" Ji Moxuan continued to ask.
Nimolan chuckled with a natural expression: "Other colleagues are so busy that they don't have time to pay attention to me. They are always on the phone, reading documents, passing documents, and asking leaders to sign. Everyone in the room is so busy.
, and then, when it was lunch time, it seemed that everything was over. In an instant, there was no one in the office. Some went to appointments, some went to the canteen to eat, and then, as soon as the afternoon work time came, everyone in the office immediately
It started to get noisy again, it really felt like it was rehearsed..."
Ji Moxuan held her chin with one hand and listened to Nimolan talking about her experience of the day. She listened very carefully, and the corners of her mouth were still raised unconsciously. After Nimolan finished speaking, she looked over, and there were two red clouds on her face.
, she raised her glass and shook it: "Cheers, cheers so that I can quickly integrate into them in the future!"
Ji Moxuan was speechless and smiled: "Okay, cheers!"
After just one glass of wine, Nimo Lan drank it down on the bar. Ji Moxuan shook his head helplessly and went upstairs alone without waking her up. It was regarded as punishment for her to take the bus home alone, but he
He could clearly see the way she was hiding from his sight in the car!
He left her sleeping alone on the restaurant bar, but turned on the heater at the air conditioner switch on the way.
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