Is there any magic in this seat?
Why does everyone turn into an ice cube face whenever they sit here?
Just now, I was still thinking about which angel sister was so kind as to send him a good-tempered vice president so that he could work happily and go home safely.
Now when I look at it, I wonder where I got my good luck.
I guess the word "bad" on the top of my forehead will follow me for the rest of my life.
Whether I have a good temper or not, it's all just bubbles.
I have never spent a day in my life without being air-conditioned.
Lin Yuan casually flipped through the signed documents downstairs, and his eyes nearly popped out.
Luo Xi's calligraphy is not as arrogant and domineering as Jing Mohao's, but is as beautiful as a human being.
Although the writing speed is very fast, the handwriting is clear and the simple continuous strokes are more smooth.
This is not the point.
The point is that she did not sign a single name on all the project design reviews, but filled them with suggestions for improvement.
And after he witnessed his rapid thinking, he wrote so many suggestions for improvement that almost the entire design drawing was filled.
In the past, the president could only agree or disagree.
If it didn't pass, he would take it back for revision or redo it, and basically would not give any suggestions for improvement.
It seems that this CEO’s wife, who is a designer, oh no, she is the vice president, is really not to be underestimated.
I feel so convinced by this snub.
After Lin Yuan left, Luo Xi seized all the time to absorb the new management content.
During this period, the company was operating as usual, except for some daily matters that needed to be dealt with.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Jing Mohao called the president's office.
"Hi, hello."
"Go downstairs, Yan Yu will pick you up below."
The man's low voice sounded.
"Yeah, okay."
Downstairs agreed calmly, and the tight strings could finally be relaxed.
“How are you feeling today?”
"There is no big problem, but there are some minor flaws in the design draft.
I asked them to take it back and correct it."
Luo Xi roughly summarized his day's work.
The man hummed softly, "You have good control over the design."
"I've also done a lot of work besides design."
Luo Xi seemed to be asking for recognition, not wanting the man to think that she just changed her position to engage in design.
The man seemed to be suppressing a smile, "How about a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan?"
"Ah" Luo Xi was speechless when he said it.
How come this person still remembers the scandal about her asking for salary?
"It's not that good.
I'm exhausted this day.
I won't do it for one hundred thousand.
At least I can get half of the profits from these projects."
Luo Xi's calculations were ringing loudly.
The man on the other end of the phone chuckled again, "Yes, greedy enough."
"Just tell me whether to give it or not," Luo Xi said half-jokingly.
"Here," the man agreed, then repeated it as if to confirm, "Here."
Luo Xi was happy when she heard this, but it was not because of the content of their conversation, but because of the man's unhesitating tone.
"When will you go back today?"
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Luo Xi asked.
"It's very late, don't wait for me."
The man replied quietly.
"It's okay, I'll wait for you, then I'll go back first, bye" As if she was afraid of being pushed to sleep by the man, Luo Xi hung up the phone, packed up the office, and went downstairs to go home without waiting for the man to reply or give any instructions.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Cheng Sisi holding a glass of juice and standing in front of the sofa in a daze.
"Sisi."
Luo Xi called her
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