Lu Jinqiu, director of the public relations department, quickly stepped forward and said: "We have made an appointment. Lu Penghui said he would be there soon. The creditors said they don't have time today, so let's compromise quickly and don't delay."
Lu Penghui was in debt, so it was easier to make an appointment, but the creditor had no intention of giving him face.
Jiang Zhihao had already anticipated this and didn't pay too much attention to it. Anyway, this matter was not difficult for him to solve.
After the group entered the company, wherever they passed, the employees looked at Jiang Zhihao eagerly.
Most of them were recruited personally by Jiang Zhihao later in the talent market. The company's benefits and benefits have continued to improve with the changes in business conditions, making these people very lucky to get this job.
They were still very convinced of Jiang Zhihao, but this crisis made everyone feel uneasy.
Jiang Zhihao noticed their worries and turned to the executives behind him: "Don't follow me. Go back and arrange a meeting with your respective departments. Just say that I promise to resolve this matter as soon as possible without delaying anything in the company."
The process will not cause them to lose their jobs. First, appease people's hearts and maintain the stable operation of the company!"
A group of senior executives responded quickly and went to their own departments.
Jiang Zhihao, accompanied by an assistant to the director of the administrative department, entered the conference room.
"Boss, please sit down and take a rest first, and I'll make you some tea!" the assistant said attentively.
Jiang Zhihao waved his hand, and after the assistant left, he took out the bill given by the junior Meng family and read it carefully.
On the surface, Jiang Zhihao didn't care about the bill, but in fact, he was very unhappy inside.
The Meng family ripped him off and hit him on the head, and if they didn't teach him a lesson, I'm afraid these people wouldn't remember it long.
Not long after, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a man about the same age as Jiang Zhihao walked in.
He was slightly startled when he saw people still sitting in the conference room.
That face that still had some impression made Jiang Zhihao sigh in his heart, as a man of two generations, there were not many opportunities to see Lu Penghui.
"Come in, this is the conference room, you're in the right place." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile.
"Oh, okay." Lu Penghui walked in nonchalantly and said, "Are you also an employee of this company?"
Jiang Zhihao stood up with a smile and said, "Why, you don't recognize me anymore?"
Lu Penghui looked at him and identified him carefully. He vaguely felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "I really don't recognize him. May I ask who you are..."
"I'm Jiang Zhihao, we are college classmates, don't you remember? It's not surprising, we haven't seen each other for many years," Jiang Zhihao said.
"College classmates?" Lu Penghui thought about it carefully. Among his classmates at that time, he only remembered a few who were relatively good at it, and he had no impression of the others.
After looking Jiang Zhihao up and down, he found that he was not very well-dressed, so he was probably not a very capable person.
But if you can recognize him at a glance, he is obviously a very smooth person.
Lu Penghui couldn't figure out Jiang Zhihao's identity here, so he said: "It may have been too long, but why are you here?" Lu Penghui asked curiously: "Are you here to discuss work or apply for a job?"
"Apply." Jiang Zhihao replied.
He did not directly reveal his identity. If Lu Penghui knew his true identity, some of his words would not be clear.