"What's wrong, Seungmei? Why are you sweating so much?" Seungmei turned around, and her mother, Yin Qingshan, was holding a thermos cup and looking at her worriedly.
"It's okay, Mom, I just ended a very tiring dream, and I suddenly feel a little sleepy now."
Chengmei turned her head again and saw her own face in the mirror with almost the same expression.
"Hello, this is Director Deng of the personnel team of the Gyeonggi branch! Ah, I am Zheng Yucheng, the loan team agent of the Jiayang branch." Yucheng raised his hand and covered the side of his face to avoid being broken into at any time. The coffee partner who came in saw the clues.
"It's really not for anything else. I just want to ask you, do you have any job openings for loan agents recently?" Yucheng turned around awkwardly, leaned down completely, and put his head Under the table in the lounge.
"Ah... really not!" Yu Cheng tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth, trying to make himself laugh, but the smile was uglier than crying.
"No, no, Director Deng, please listen to my explanation. I really don't have any problems here. So, please don't call Brother Zhenghuan out of worry." It was brewing before. Full of grievance, Yucheng was so frightened that he couldn't say anything after thinking of Cui Inhe's bitter face.
"Oh! I'm listening, I'm listening. I thought you would ask a few more questions, Director Deng." Yucheng responded immediately, then straightened his face again, turned around, He kept cheering towards himself in the mirror.
"And...are there any vacancies in the credit team?" Yucheng's eyes were like a leaf floating on the vast sea, and he could not feel a sense of stability for a moment.
"No, as long as the employee's rank matches the status quo, it doesn't matter which window he is assigned to!"
"What's not important? Is the taste of the coffee not important? Can I bring you a cup of Maxwell?"
It was like a red flame suddenly jumping out of the darkness (coffee partner's favorite red). Although it was only a faint flash, it cut off all Yucheng's thoughts in an instant.
Maybe it was because she didn't sleep well all night, but Chengmei felt a little exhausted when she just arrived at the unit. He threw the phone aside and rested his head on the table.
Time and time again, she woke up from the deafening sounds, and it turned out that someone was actually using a blender on her ears. Chengmei blocked her ears with her bag and closed her eyes tightly.
"Can my new colleague come over and help? There is too much garbage piled up in the tea room, which is a bit stumbling. Can you help me sort the garbage?"
Just like the loose clothes filled with wind, Chengmei's bloated pupils reflected in Yucheng's eyes. But when I think of the decayed and decadent myself in the past. At this moment, Yucheng couldn't think about anything besides being sensitive and irritable.
"Opposite the tea room is Brother Renhe's branch manager's office. If he points this out, it will be very difficult for me as a student on duty. So you have to come with me quickly, new colleague."
The changing light outside the window kept passing over Yucheng's face, and his eyes were floating like sea water. For some reason, Chengmei actually heard the sound of blood flowing gently in her body.
Zheng Minha looked past Yucheng to Seungmei, who was sitting upright in her seat, and then used her eyes to capture the thoughts of her coffee partner.
"Brother Yucheng, I remember the branch manager said that we can handle it together after we have accumulated a certain amount." "That new colleague probably isn't very good at doing this, so why not let the two of us help you."
With his toes lifted, he could imagine being stumbling over his coffee partner who was stalking him like a vine. Yucheng felt dizzy for a while, and looking at the blender behind his coffee partner, Chengmei didn't want to continue to act like a slut. Like a fish, he was tortured to the point of schizophrenia.
"No, I really want to do it! It's just a good time to learn from Agent Zheng."
From the day she became an intern, Chengmei has been sorting garbage for all her colleagues. However, the intensity this time was quite different. Chengmei judged intuitively that something must have been deliberately crushed here by someone. Chengmei gave up her nap, supported her waist with her hands, and walked to a secluded corner of the tea room with three unsteady steps. As expected, the old wooden wall was almost penetrated, and a pile of straw that looked like internal organs fell out from the edge of the wall, followed by crushed foam and piles of colored plastic floating in the dirty water. paper box.
"This is what you call garbage sorting! There is a heavy element of man-made destruction! I'm afraid that an accident like last time will happen." Dirty water splashed all the way to his pants, and Seung-mei could smell the smell on her body as she sniffed. It echoes the stench. The client, Yucheng, had been looking out the window with a sullen expression. Out of boredom, Chengmei's most sarcastic words came to Yucheng's face.
