Outside Junsheng Building, Zhang Ruoyu was holding a cigarette and squinting into the distance.
He left the president's office and didn't join the job directly. Instead, he called Long Fei and asked him to bring him two hundred passes first.
Long Fei didn't ask any questions, and made two hundred copies as per Zhang Ruoyu's request. He was afraid of traffic jams on the road, so he came over on a small electric donkey.
In the bustling business district, Long Fei was seen wearing a helmet and holding a briefcase diagonally across the crowd, sweating profusely.
Because of his dark skin, short stature, and the shape of a cross-body bag, he exuded the temperament of a working-class man at the end of the last century.
Bliss!
The little electric donkey made a sliding shovel and stopped in front of Zhang Ruoyu.
"You made me wait for half an hour longer." Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Long Fei coldly. "If this delays the fighter plane on the battlefield, I will kill you!"
Long Fei quickly jumped out of the car, handed the briefcase to Zhang Ruoyu, who was a little impatient, and explained: "Brother, I made a mistake in judgment, but I really didn't expect that riding a battery car would be so damn jammed. I should have known that a helicopter was coming over!"
"Okay." Zhang Ruoyu took the heavy black leather bag and weighed it with his hands. "Is the number correct?"
"No, I counted them one by one, two hundred and eight, which is a lot." Long Fei said with a strange expression. "It's just that this pass is bright yellow in color and has wild fonts. It looks a bit like it was burned in a grave."
Talisman paper.”
"Isn't it just right for the occasion?" Zhang Ruoyu stopped opening his briefcase to check the numbers.
"Brother, you are so anxious to get these two hundred passes. Are your relatives and friends asking for your help?" Long Fei asked.
"No." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head lightly and put out the butt of his cigarette. "I will officially enter the business world soon, and I was thinking that as a newbie, I have to give some greeting gifts to my colleagues. But after thinking about it, I don't have anything to offer.
Expensive gifts, let them watch a free fireworks show——"
"By the way, is there a fireworks display arranged at the memorial service? The kind where one can shoot a thousand."
"No, what kind of fireworks are there in such a depressing and sad atmosphere?" Long Fei was a little embarrassed.
"Say hello to Binhai and tell me that General Zhang loved watching fireworks the most during his lifetime," Zhang Ruoyu wrote lightly.
"I've thought up the reasons for you. General Zhang came here in the smoke of war. Watching the fireworks is to remind yourself that the reason why this country is peaceful is because there are always people in the hail of bullets where people can't see it.
Fall down and look to the east in the world of light and fire."
"They are lonely brave men and rebels."
"If you can't see the fireworks, General Zhang will die with his eyes closed."
Zhang Ruoyu left these words behind, swiped his card and walked into Junsheng Building.
Long Feichu was stunned on the spot.
It wasn't until Zhang Ruoyu walked away that he exhaled his turbid breath, raised his hand solemnly, and saluted with a military salute.
Maybe, the boss really needs to rest.
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As Binhai's ace enterprise, Junsheng Group covers a wide range of fields, with more than 30,000 employees, and even the catering department has nearly 200 people. It is definitely a business unicorn.
In a company with extremely complicated human relations like this, if Zhang Ruoyu directly takes over as the leader, how much gossip will it attract?
He has to show some sincerity.
Dong Dong.
Zhang Ruoyu pushed open the door of the catering department's lounge, and all the Wuyangyang employees were immersed in eating.
It was only 10:30 in the morning, which is too early to eat in other industries, but in the catering industry, it is on time.
Zhang Ruoyu came in with his bag, but no one paid any attention to him. It was completely different from the expected welcome.
Zhang Ruoyu was a little angry at being left out and coughed violently.
Only then did the employees notice him. And at first glance, he looked exactly like the photo on the chef's file that the HR department had just brought.
The employees stood up one after another to welcome the new leader.
Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand slightly and put on an expression as if he had been working in the leadership team all year round: "Everyone, put your rice bowls aside."
The employees showed some respect by putting down their bowls and chopsticks and remaining silent to listen to the new leader's speech.
"My name is Zhang Ruoyu, the head chef hired by Mr. Han himself."
"Although I am the leader in charge of your life and death in the company, I hope you can be friends with me."
Zhang Ruoyu opened his black leather bag and took out a stack of passes that looked like ghost-suppressing charms: "When we first meet, I don't know what you like, but considering that we all work in the catering industry, I took it upon myself to find Beimang Jun through my connections.
I asked for some passes.”
"Let's form a team to see General Zhang off for the last time. We'll have a meal at the Bei Mang Army's banquet and see if we can learn some advanced cooking theories when we come back."
The lounge was completely blown away.
Zhang Xiangbei's nationality is even more exaggerated than those of top celebrities, especially in Binhai, where as a local, he is highly respected and admired.
The pass to attend General Zhang's memorial service has long become a treasure that is hard to find.
The new head chef reached out and took out a dozen bright yellow things. Are they really tickets?
Someone raised doubts.
"Chef, my old cousin serves in the Binhai District. He told me this morning that the entire Binhai area only received twenty-five tickets. You estimate that the number of tickets is almost two hundred--" A man looked like
The honest and honest employee hesitated and said, "Is this really a ticket to attend General Zhang's memorial service? It looks like it was burned in a grave..."
His tone was full of disbelief.
As soon as these words came out, many employees started to chirp.
Zhang Ruoyu raised his right hand and pressed it down, controlling the situation and saying: "I didn't say anything just now, I did it because of my connections."
"And the pass is designed like this, don't you think it's very appropriate for the occasion?"
"Anyway, as soon as I saw this pass, my heart immediately became heavy, as if a close relative was traveling to the west."
Seeing that everyone still didn't believe it, Zhang Ruoyu took out a pass and handed it to the nearest employee: "Use your mobile phone to scan the QR code on the pass, then enter your mobile phone number, get the verification code and then enter it, and it will be on your phone."
A passcode will pop up. You can use this passcode to attend the memorial service after three days."
The guy hesitated for a moment, fearing that the QR code would wipe out all his savings. But considering that the young man standing in front of him was the new head chef, he shouldn't be such a jerk, right?
After scanning the code with a ding, the Beimang military emblem and the login bar suddenly appeared on the screen.
After one operation, a line of bright yellow passcodes popped up on the screen.
Ding ding.
Suddenly a call came in from this guy's cell phone. Because he was nervous, he touched the speakerphone with his finger.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Chen Lang? This is Beimang Public Relations Department. You have obtained the pass code for General Zhang Xiangbei's memorial service. Please keep it properly to prevent theft."
It was a woman's voice, magnetic, deep, and full of military power.