Pan Qiaomu's tone was disgusting: "Intern? What's so good about interns?"
Zhou Yixing said: "She is good-looking."
Pan Qiaomu sneered.
Out of professional ethics, Pan Qiaomu never comments on the appearance of any female employee. But this time, he couldn't hold it back and said in a rare and mean tone: "Her? What's so beautiful about her?"
Zhou Yixing was busy filling in the verification code and said casually: "It's pretty. Once before, she participated in a Cantonese opera performance. She combed her bangs up and put on makeup. She looked very beautiful on TV."
Pan Qiaomu's voice was filled with disbelief: "She is still on TV?"
Zhou Yixing filled in the verification code and quickly proved: "Don't believe it, it's true. You were on a business trip at that time, so you didn't know." She grabbed her phone, pulled out Chen Jiaxian's little red book, and put it in front of Pan Qiaomu, "This It has her materials in it.”
Pan Qiaomu said no more.
Zhou Yixing got Pan Qiaomu's Xiaohongshu account and raised his head: "I've done the statistics, thank you Brother Qiaomu!" She said happily, "You are much prettier than those Internet celebrities, and your old yuppie style is also very unique."
Pan Qiaomu opened his eyes wide. He only heard one word:
old.
Is he old?
Pan Qiaomu looked up at Zhou Yixing in disbelief.
Only then did Zhou Yixing realize that he had said the wrong thing: "Brother Qiao Mu, don't think too much, it's just a style!"
Pan Qiaomu looked at her expressionlessly.
Zhou Yixing continued to make amends: "Wang Qian and Chen Jiaxian are both born in the 2000s. Compared with them, I am also old."
Pan Qiaomu straightened up and kicked Zhou Yixing out on the spot.
…
Although Chen Jiaxian's mind was filled with the framework of the paper she was about to submit, she still took the time to open her bleak Little Red Book to check whether there was any leakage of personal privacy.
Her number of followers became "12".
There is one more concern.
Chen Jiaxian clicked in. The other party's name is a system number, and the homepage is blank.
…
The social accounts were collected much faster than Xu Yucong expected.
This kind of work efficiency made Xu Yucong intuitively feel that the president's office is very strong and Jun Ziyi is very strong.
At first, Xu Yucong just casually asked if there were any social media experts in the company, and Jun Ziyi arranged for the human resources department to quickly conduct a census of employee social accounts. She didn't even have a hand in the outcome of the job, instead letting the HR department report directly to him.
Such support doubled Xu Yucong's affection for Jun Ziyi.
He looked at the time and put aside the social account matters for the time being.
Xu Yucong was sitting in the open office area of the sales department waiting for Li Bin.
The sales management staff of the Yuecheng branch have been stationed at the project sales office for many years, and the sales desks at the headquarters are almost empty. He looked up at the opposite wall. On the wall of the big sales department, the names of the top sellers in each area are hung in red and eye-catching fonts. Performance and bonuses are written directly on the back. The amount of bonuses is staggeringly large.
But compared with previous years, this performance is dismal.
The industry is going down, from the golden age to the silver age.
While he was lost in thought, Li Bin came over, sat directly at the workstation next to him, and turned his chair around:
"Are you looking for me to discuss AIGC business?"
Li Bin looked at Xu Yucong. Is it this guy who checks the social accounts of all employees in the company and makes the salespeople crazy?
Who does he think he is?
Xu Yucong still couldn't adapt to the straightforward work style of Zhuoxiu employees. As soon as he nodded, he heard Li Bin speak first: "The big sales department already has a digital sales assistant position. What is the difference between your AIGC business and this assistant's job?"
Compare him to his assistant?
A feeling of anger slowly rose in Xu Yucong's chest: "Mr. Li, the goal of the AIGC Innovation Operation Center is to equip AI with complete domain knowledge in the industry through specific data training of AI models, thereby helping our company complete industry transformation. This transformation will create a new marketing model for Zhuoxiu. As for the digital sales assistants in the big sales department—as far as I know, they just run the public accounts for home purchase of various projects, right?"
Li Bin ignored Xu Yucong's rhetorical question. He put his elbows on the table and asked again: "How many sets do you plan to sell?"
Xu Yucong was startled: "What?"
Li Bin said: "Didn't you come to talk to me? I don't care whether you are digital, intelligent, metaverse, or AIGC - what can you do for the project? How many houses do you plan to sell? Your assessment Does it belong to me?"
This rough guy!
Xu Yucong could not answer any of these questions. His position is not front-line sales, and Shi Yuan will not allow him to become a front-line sales person.
As for the right to assess?
His job title is director, and the evaluation right can only belong to Shi Yuan. Li Bin wants to evaluate him? What did Li Bin take him for?
Li Bin said: "My appeal is simple: sell properties. If you don't know sales, housing, and don't generate revenue, why should I listen to your instructions? As a middle-office functional department, you want to teach me how to do things?" He stood up and said, "Think about your job position again. Once you think about it clearly, let's talk about it again."
After speaking, Li Bin strode away.
Xu Yucong sat in a daze, looking embarrassed.
…
In the "Chen Ji Tang Shui" shop, Chen's father looked embarrassed.
Charles put down the cup of lemon tea and complained: "They said they would change it back to the original taste today, but it still tastes bad!" He turned to Guan Xi and said, "Let's go."
Chen's mother wiped her hands and caught up: "I contacted the supplier and changed it. It's the same tea bag as before. There is no difference."
"There is a difference." Charles said, "Madam boss, can't you drink it yourself? Even if you can't drink it yourself, haven't you noticed that there are fewer customers?"
There is indeed a difference. Mother Chen is a caterer, so how could she not be able to drink it? But you must never admit: "No."
Charles stood up and Yu Ben said: "Forget it, it's just afternoon tea, you don't have to drink lemon tea. Come on, I'll give you the menu. Order a few more to make up for the regret."
Yu Ben spoke, and Charles stopped insisting. He complained: "I came here from Shenzhen on a business trip. If I don't stutter, what else do I want?" He said and sat down obediently.
The silver feather necklace hit the edge of the table and made a clanking sound. Charles casually tugged at the hem of his T-shirt and said, "Mr. Yu, you look so fierce. I didn't expect you would come out and treat me to afternoon tea. You are quite a nice person."
Yu Ben glanced at Guan Xi and said quietly, "Working hard is not just about working 24 hours a day."
Guan Xi glanced back at Yu Ben.
Yu Ben noticed that her fingertips changed color again, an almost invisible pink, as her fingers rested on the wall of the glass.
Guan Xi noticed Yu Ben's gaze and said, "You can't look at your phone while painting your nails, so that I can ignore the work messages you send 24 hours a day."
Yu Ben twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing.
Charles was unaware of the intrigue between the two. While the two were talking, he ordered a bunch of things.
Guan Xi watched the proprietress rustling through the tea bags behind the counter. After making a few calls, he said to Chen's father: "Lao Li said these are the three types of tea bags. They have always been the same. There is no change."
Charles snorted: "It's a lie, it's not the same at all."
Chen's father made several calls and said to Chen's mother: "I asked other shop owners, and they all said there was no change. Is it only our tea bags that have changed? Is this possible?"
Charles suddenly raised his head and said to Guan Xi, "Last time we came here, it was your intern who was looking after the store, right? Is it possible that the little girl is actually good at her craftsmanship?"
Hearing this, Mother Chen behind the counter hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "How about asking Jia Xian. In fact, she has been looking after the store all these years."
The word "Jia Xian" entered Guan Xi's ears. She looked up.
