In just one morning, Shen Mochen's office was filled with people coming and going.
There were three people who came to confirm whether there would be a meeting this afternoon, four people who asked how to deal with program errors, five people who confirmed the signature of the contract order, and countless people who came specifically to pour water for Shen Mochen to make tea.
Taozi has a bad habit of looking up whenever someone walks by. To put it nicely, this is called high alertness; to put it poorly, it means poor concentration.
So in just a few hours, Taozi had already assigned different nicknames to every single male who came to Shen Mochen's office.
The one with acne is called "Brother Pimple".
The one with long, slightly curly hair is called "Hanawa-kun".
The chubby guy who showed his upper and lower rows of teeth when he smiled was called "Brother Totoro".
Taozi gave them nicknames while recording the time each person came in and what they asked about.
Finally, it was almost time to get off work at noon, and the bachelors who went to Shen Mochen's office finally stopped.
Duan Yu was also disturbed by them, and his work efficiency in the whole morning was almost zero.
Shen Mochen held a pen in one hand and tapped the table gently with the other. His deep black eyes slowly scanned the desk in front of him. There were eight glasses of water neatly arranged on it. These were his subordinates. , the result of a morning of "kind care" for him.
Shen Mochen's eyes followed the teacups and slowly moved to Taozi sitting next to him.
Seeing her immersed in the notebook in front of her, writing something seriously, Shen Mochen waved his hand and took away the notebook in front of her, took a closer look, and read in a low voice: "Nine fifty-eight, the big day." Senior brother came to ask about issues related to program error reporting. At 10:23, brother Li Kui brought a cup of hot tea. At 10:37, Lei Zhenzi asked about matters related to annual leave..."
When Duan Yu heard Shen Mochen's voice, he also raised a pair of deep and clear eyes, and his gaze fell on Tao Zi with a smile on his face.
"What is this??" Shen Mochen held Taozi's notebook with his long fingers, raised a pair of delicate eyebrows, and looked at her sideways.
"...That's it, record..." Taozi glanced at the notebook and replied with some annoyance.
"Oh...where's the report I asked you to write for me??" Shen Mochen put the notebook in front of Taozi again and asked casually.
"With so many people reporting to your office all morning, how can I calm down and write a report for you? It's so noisy..." Taozi pouted unhappily and glanced at Duan who was sitting opposite her. Yu complained: "I don't believe that Duan Yu can still work efficiently under such circumstances..."
"Well..." Duan Yu smiled slightly and nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with what Tao Zi said.
"Look..." Taozi turned to look at Shen Mochen, spread her hands towards him, and couldn't help but sympathize: "You have to deal with so many people every day... It's really..."
Taozi's voice paused, and she thought carefully about whether she should be called "hardworking" or "happy" when she was in this place...
I really can't tell that these big and fat boys have such delicate thoughts. Even the expert's "drink eight glasses of water every day" is well prepared for Shen Mochen.
