Next to him came a voice with an earthy Taihang accent and a strong smell of garlic: "Mom, I'm going to have to dig ten truckloads of tons of coal to drown this black shop."
Not far from me, a woman with a graceful figure glanced back in disgust: "Mr. Zhao, please lower your voice. No loud noises are allowed here."
Taihang Tuyin shouted nonchalantly: "I'm here to find someone to write an inscription on, not to be insulted. I won't buy it from Nong Rihuo."
The Chuoyue woman felt helpless and whispered: "Mr. Li, this is Rongbaozhai. Please pay attention to the quality. Don't affect the image of your Taihang Coal Group."
The voice of the Taihang dialect became louder: "What kind of quality do you need in coal mining land? Big brains from several southern provinces come to buy coal from our group and they all say that our quality is good."
The Chuoyue woman was a little helpless, as if she couldn't afford to offend the old fat man, so she led the old fat man to continue walking forward.
While walking, I introduced him to the old man.
This is the art hall, where all the works of famous modern Chinese artists are hung.
Li Kuchan's eagle, Fu Baoshi's maid, and Li Keran's cow are all small, but they are fine works.
Chuoyue woman introduced it in detail, but the Taihang native was not interested in these paintings at all.
After hearing the price, I even sneered.
"Only five hundred thousand? Just half a container of coal."
"One million? Just enough to fit into a cargo box."
"Call that person over. I'll take care of everything here. Let him inscribe something for you."
The Chuoyue woman was speechless: "Mr. Li, you may not even get his old inscription after you finish buying this."
"How powerful is he? I bought this and he didn't even give me an inscription?"
"Hungry day is a ball, mother is a trigger."
The Chuoyue woman lost her patience: "Li Zihua. If you do this again, I will go back. Your grandfather can't get the inscription, but it has nothing to do with me."
The old and fat young man Li Zihua finally calmed down, but he kept talking about putting on airs and didn't believe that he couldn't get the inscription.
While I was talking, two people had already arrived behind me.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, the girl Chuo Yue slightly raised her waist, turned her head and looked at me sideways, and asked carefully and tentatively: "Tong... assistant?"
I stood up and shook hands with Chuoyue.
I know this beautiful woman with graceful and billowy figure in front of me.
Headquarters Publicity Reporter Da Mi Mi!
Bosch!
Bo is a Mongolian surname, and Bolzhijin is the name of Temujin's clan.
The propaganda people were all familiar with it. After a few brief greetings, Bosqin sat next to me and looked at my face and hands with a strange look on his face. He hesitated to speak.
As soon as Bo Siqin and Li Zihua sat down, the model shopping guide immediately brought two cups of tea. In an instant, Bosqin looked at me with admiration.
The man behind me, Li Zihua, had twinkling eyes and was very curious about me. He asked me if I was an employee here.
Seeing that I ignored him, Li Zihua became even more interested. Sitting next to me and staring at me.
Through the introduction, I learned that Li Zihua is from Shanxi Province and is a standard Tuhao Coal boss.
The Li Family Group spent two million and asked the headquarters' media to help shoot a group promotional video.
There is only one request: ask someone to write an inscription for the nave of your home.
If anyone else met this matter, they wouldn't be able to take it seriously due to the strong style of the headquarters' propaganda.
However, this Li family group is different.
A few years ago, there was a coal shortage and it was hard to find a truckload of coal. In order to compete for coal, various large coal users used their brains.
At that time, the headquarters was also severely short of coal, and a certain vice president tried countless ways to find the Li Group. The old man of the Li family was drunk at the painful price of exchanging a glass of wine for a car of coal. From then on, the Li family group was connected with the headquarters.
After the vice president retired, the Li Group became one of the top ten private coal mines in the country.
Over the years, the Li Family Group has had a harmonious relationship with the headquarters, offering condolences and sponsorship every year, and is very popular with the headquarters.
This time the Li family group sent three generations
The young master Li Zihua came over and sponsored another two million yuan for the promotion. In name, he said he would make a promotional video, but in fact he wanted to ask the headquarters for help and ask a celebrity to inscribe the title.
The task was devolved step by step and fell on Bosch's head.
People are like this. When they are poor, they only want to have a full stomach. When they become rich, they start to pursue elegant things.
Just like Li Shimin became emperor and insisted on asking Lear to be his ancestor.
"Assistant Tong, can I interview you?"
While the chat was going on, Bosqin suddenly said these words, his expression was indescribably strange, and there was a burning fire in his moist eyes. ap.
"Interview at headquarters?"
"No. I want to ask you a personal question."
Seeing that I didn't respond, Bosqin lowered his voice: "It doesn't involve anything else."
"what is the problem?"
Bosqin took a deep breath, looked around and said mysteriously, "Did you...really beat Tu Laoba?"
I was a little surprised: "How did you know?"
Bosqin asked, breathing faster: "Really beaten?"
I nodded.
Hiss!
Bosqin took a breath of air, puffed out his mouth, and looked at me with a wrong look.
"how do you know?"
"No. You are the person involved and you don't know?"
I shook my head again.
Bosqin looked exaggerated and covered his mouth: "On Friday night, there will be an announcement on the intranet, headlines."
I was very surprised!
I really don't know about this.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you in detail..."
Bosqin's face was full of exciting gossip, and he recounted it vividly, demonstrating the professionalism of a reporter to the fullest.
At ten o'clock in the evening on the day I was released, the headquarters intranet posted a notice of my punishment for beating Tu Benson.
The headquarters all reported criticism!
Three points will be deducted from personal year-end evaluation!
It stands to reason that no one in each branch, let alone the headquarters, would bother to deal with such a trivial matter as beating someone!
After all, slapping someone to avoid embarrassment can be called hitting.
But hitting someone is not a fight.
But the amazing thing is that my beating made headlines on the intranet.
This is the first time since the establishment of the headquarters that a beating notice has made headlines.
What is the concept of intranet headlines?
Equivalent to the Tianya banner, the first scarf!
I didn't take this at all, but the senior female reporter from Bagua Channel asked me countless soul questions.
"Do you know why this matter is making headlines?"
"Do you know who is behind this?"
"Want to know the story here?"
"Want to know who is the biggest winner in this incident?"
Seeing that I had no reaction, Da Mi Mi was very satisfied with this, and took the initiative to whisper to my head: "You hit Tu Laoba. It was obvious that you were criticized and deducted points, but in fact, the most embarrassing thing was Tu Laoba." Lao Ba. It’s the Eighth Office!”
"Unprecedented, unprecedented."
"Now everyone in the headquarters knows your assistant child's name."
"Even the overseas branches on five continents are asking me about you."
After a pause, Damimi looked straight at him, his eyes filled with the wild waves as high as the Bashu Queer Mountain, and he emphasized his tone.
"Mount Tai, the Great Wall, and Kunlun, send congratulatory messages!"
My eyes couldn't help but move!
Did this matter spread that far?
Has it all reached the Antarctic?
