The next day.
Zhuli and Hexiang have been staring at the computer screen since morning, feeling anxious.
However, the sales volume at the end of the day was not what they expected, and the combined sales of each store did not even account for 5%.
Zhuli's eyes suddenly became dim and dull, and her shoulders slumped.
Still failed?
He Xiang patted her shoulder and encouraged: "This is only the first day, don't be anxious yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Jue came to them with a lunch box. He first sent He Xiang away and then sat down next to Zhuli.
"We all tried our best."
He opened the lunch box for her and pushed the plastic bag away from the chopsticks and handed it to her hands.
"Besides, even if Mr. Jing is blamed, won't I still be there?"
His voice was as soft as a marshmallow that melted in your mouth.
I wanted to reach out and touch her head, but finally gave up.
Zhuli's nose was sore, her head hung down and she kept picking at her nails.
When she thought about how awesome she was in front of Jing Huaizhi yesterday, she wished she could give herself a slap.
"I'm fine." She held back her sobs and fiddled with the food a few times, losing her appetite.
"Where is Zhuli? I want to see her!"
A gloomy and forbidding male voice came from the corridor of the operations department.
Zhuli was stunned for a moment and was about to stand up when Qiao Jue pressed her shoulders back.
"You eat first, I'll go take a look."
After Qiao Jue finished speaking, he looked up again, and the person was already standing in front of them.
Other employees in the Operations Department are also uneasy. Will those who come to the Operations Department have anything else to do besides calling for punishment?
But why did he ask for Zhuli by name?
"Mr. Song, let's go to the conference room to chat."
Qiao Jue winked at He Xiang, who nodded and hurriedly opened the door of the conference room and made an invitation gesture.
Song Lang's hand holding the cane seemed to be crushing it, and he glanced at Qiao Jue with cold eyes without saying anything or moving.
When Zhuli saw this, although she didn't know Song Lang's purpose of coming here at this moment, she knew that he had only disliked her since that night.
"Mr. Song, there is no point in speaking while standing."
She stepped into the conference room first and opened her seat, with a smile on her face.
Everyone knows that visitors are guests. Even though Song Lang is the elder, the younger generations have done this. If he doesn't give face, it will damage his own image.
Simply go in and sit down with the driver's help.
Qiao Jue followed closely behind, and after entering, he closed the door of the conference room.
Snapped!
The contract was thrown on the table: "Terminate the contract or compensate?"
Song Lang bit the cigarette butt, took the fire from the driver, and took a slow breath.
Zhuli was stunned, staring at him with panicked eyes.
Why did Song Lang say this.
He Xiang happened to hear these words when he exited, and anxiously planned to go to the president's office to find Jing Huaizhi.
Song Lang's sharp gaze swept across her face, and he smiled sternly after catching her expression.
"Isn't it clearly written in the contract?"
Zhuli was frightened and trembling as she looked at the opened page.
If Party B fails to meet the minimum sales standards stipulated by Party A this time, Party A has the right to take compulsory measures against it.
this......
Zhuli's brain went blank and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified.
She had no choice but to look away to look for Qiao Jue's reaction, because he was the one who gave her the contract.
Qiao Jue lowered her head and looked sad. She said nothing.
He added this on his own initiative because he was afraid that he would not be able to win over Song Lang. He thought it was foolproof, but who would have thought that something like this would happen.
He could tell from the first meal he had with Song Lang that Jing Huaizhi was testing him.
Who is more important, Zhuli or this cooperation?
Obviously, he chose the former. He thought he would completely fail, but unexpectedly, Zhuli helped him due to a strange combination of circumstances.
"Mr. Song, please give us some more time."
Zhuli looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping to get a chance.
Song Lang enjoyed this look because he longed for Leng Zhirou to look at her like this.
However, that woman did not give him such a chance, which made him more and more itchy and unbearable, but his interest in her only increased.
"Hmph, Zhuli, I gave you a chance, but you didn't take advantage of it."
His teasing tone stung Qiao Jue.
He knew that it was not that simple to cooperate with Song Lang.
"Mr. Song..."
Qiao Jue was about to speak but was interrupted by a lazy voice.
"Uncle Song is here to ask questions?"
Jing Huaizhi let go of the door handle and stepped in with long legs.
The door of the conference room was closed due to inertia.
The moment Song Lang saw the land of Jinghuai, his temples were bulging.
He put his clenched fist on his mouth and coughed a few times.
"Huaizhi, it's not that Uncle Song doesn't want to help you, it's just that he's been a little tight lately."
"Uncle Song is so helpless in this loss-making business!"
He took the handkerchief handed over by the driver and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Jing Huaizhi stood next to Zhuli, pulled out the chair and sat down casually.
"Uncle Song, look at what you said."
He pointed at the contract with his long, thin finger.
Song Lang's eyes followed and printed a string of small words below the twentieth treaty.
Once the product is put on the market, Party A must follow all arrangements of Party B (this one takes precedence over others).
After seeing clearly, his nostrils opened in anger, and he couldn't stop coughing again.
"Let Aunt Song get you a pair of reading glasses."
Jing Huai's tone is casual and joking.
The reason why he brought up Aunt Song in such a good way was because he wanted to take the opportunity to warn him not to play tricks again.
He reached out and grabbed Zhuli's waist, and said casually: "My wife has worked so hard to sign the contract with you. Uncle Song must give it face no matter what."
He raised his head and looked at Zhuli with a slightly joking tone: "Why don't you thank Uncle Song quickly."
Zhuli bowed to him without any hesitation: "Thank you very much, Uncle Song."
Song Lang was speechless. Seeing that he was teased by the couple and couldn't speak out, he had to knock out his teeth and swallow them.
Also very angry was Qiao Jue. Although Jing Huaizhi did this to help Zhuli Gang Operations Department, she didn't look happy and felt like she was being coerced.
The relationship between them is definitely not simple.
Zhuli was glad that there was no one else in the conference room except Qiao Jue, and he also knew about their relationship, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The hand behind her back pinched the hand around her waist.
Jing Huai's portrait showed no reaction, but his words the next second made Zhuli even more embarrassed.
"Don't make trouble, this is at the company."
Takeli:? ? ?
I should say this.
She rolled her eyes, fingers scratching at her side with nowhere to rest.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the conference room was so quiet that it seemed like time had stopped.
W country
The sickly-looking woman sat half-sitting on the hospital bed and smiled contemptuously at the woman kneeling on the ground.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Sister Ai Ru, I was too impulsive."
She lowered her head and lost her usual arrogance and pride, leaving only the tiredness of the rest of her life.
Suddenly, the woman on the hospital bed picked up a water glass and smashed it with an angry look on her face.
"I tried so hard to send you to him, but you can't even handle being an intern!"
"And you caused them to get entangled! You! You!"
Mu Airu gasped for air, clutching her chest and looking pale.
