The person delivering the painting was a reporter, who looked a little unfamiliar.
Fang Zheng took the initiative to stand up to greet him and went forward to get the wooden board.
The reporter shrank back and looked at Xie Xian with doubtful eyes.
Xie Xian said: "This is Mr. Fang. If you have anything, you can tell him and don't talk to anyone else."
The reporter looked at Fang Zhengyi in surprise.
Fang Zheng showed a warm smile and turned around to ask Xie Xian, "Is he the reporter on our newly selected management training list?"
Train journalists?
A question mark popped up in the minds of the reporter and Xie Xian at the same time.
Although he was a little confused, Xie Xian still said calmly: "Yes, they are the new batch of management training reporters. Wei Zhiyong, haven't you met Mr. Fang yet?"
Oops? It seems that I was recruited... and there is something hidden. Why has no one told me?
Wei Zhiyong said in surprise: "I've met Mr. Fang."
Fang Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, not bad! He is a talented person and seems to have outstanding abilities. He is worthy of being the elite among the elite."
"I was chatting with Xie Xian just now about the recent situation in the newspaper office. I heard that many people are dissatisfied with the newspaper office's salary. Is this the case?"
Wei Zhiyong was a little hesitant.
To say or not to say? Although this person is the founder of a newspaper... I heard that his son was a member of the family when he was one month old and even gave people vegetarian food.
If you don't say it, it would go against your own principles as a human being.
Finally gritting his teeth, Wei Zhiyong said: "This is indeed the case, but Mr. Fang, please listen to me..."
Fang Zheng smiled gently and said, "You don't need to say more. Since you know this is the case, it's okay. If you have any problems, you can talk openly and honestly. Don't mutter in private."
"But Xiao Wei, I have to teach you a lesson. As a reporter, it is not a good thing to take money too seriously. What is more important is the future. Have you ever heard a story about an apple tree..."
The words here don’t take up the number of words, and you can see that there are so many words in one picture, so I suggest you call me Tomato’s last conscience.
