Grandma looked at her carefully and sighed: "I am already so old.
In fact, I didn't want to care so much, and I couldn't care so much.
I only have one daughter and one granddaughter.
I always want to hold her.
I don’t know if my great-granddaughter has such a blessing.
It seems that she doesn’t.”
Cheng Qianxun's heart softened and he held her grandma's hand: "I will try my best to let grandma see the fourth generation in her lifetime, but I will not be with Xiao Li."
"Okay."
After all, grandma is someone who has been here before and understands the truth.
He grabbed her hand, rubbed it again and again, reluctant to let go, and sighed again: "Can you tell me what happened?"
"No."
She replied: "But please don't worry, I am still me, I am still your little baby, little twist."
When she was a child, her grandmother always liked to help her do braids, so she often called her little braids.
Grandma smiled and felt relieved: "You have a good sleep, I will talk about other things.
But I also know that your mother just likes to nag.
This is what mothers are like.
I used to nag less."
"No, grandma, you never nag."
Cheng Qianxun went over and hugged her grandma.
When climbing the stairs, she wanted to see her grandma one more time.
Now she got her wish, and they can continue to be together.
This is enough, enough. .
Grandma was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I know you are my little mahua, sleep well, grandma's little baby."
"Okay."
She lay down, and after her grandma tucked her in, she walked out and closed the door gently.
Grandma wants to see her get married and have children.
What should she do?
At this time, she has long lost her joy and sorrow, let alone love, and it is difficult for her to be attracted to any man anymore.
Should I marry Xiao Li, have a child, and then get divorced or just live like this for the rest of my life?
She couldn't do it, she just couldn't do it.
It's really disgusting to think of how Xiao Li abandoned his wife in order to marry a "rich woman".
Even though this is human nature, at critical moments, different people have different choices.
"No, no," the voice of the mother outside came in, but then disappeared again.
It must be grandma trying to persuade her.
My mother is in menopause and it will take some time.
After a long time, grandma came in again: "Is Qianxun asleep?"
She turned over to show that she was not asleep.
Anyway, even if you fall asleep, you will wake up.
This is a conditioned reflex developed over a long period of time.
Grandma sat on the edge of the bed again: "Don't worry, I have already agreed with your mother.
You can only whisper a few words in the future, and you don't mind."
"Okay, thank you grandma."
This would save a lot of time and effort.
She didn't understand at all: "Grandma, isn't it strange why you understand me so well?"
"Of course it will be strange, but before that, I dreamed that an angel talked to me, saying that you would change and told me not to worry."
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Grandma said calmly: "To be taken care of by angels, you are no longer an ordinary person.
So what else do I have to worry about?”
Grandma is also a religious person.
She asked: "What kind of angel is he?"
Grandma recalled: "I can't see it, it's like a shadow, all black.
How could I remember it so clearly in a dream.
Okay, I'm going back."
"Grandma, why don't you sleep next to me?
Why are you going back so late?"
She persuaded her to stay.
Grandma thought the same thing: "I'd better sleep on the sofa in the living room.
Old people shouldn't sleep with young people."
Despite her mother's repeated persuasion, grandma still slept on the sofa outside and stopped persuading her.
It would be almost dawn if she went down.
Lying on the bed, she understood who this black angel was.
She gently rubbed the black feather pendant with her fingers and smiled at the corner of her mouth.
I was finally able to sleep well at home.
I fell into a deathly slumber, and when I woke up it was already noon.
When she walked out, lunch was already cooked, and she went to help serve the food.
I gave one bowl to my grandma first, then two bowls to my parents at the same time.
The last bowl was for myself, and I sat down and picked up my chopsticks to eat.
My mother was not in a good mood: "I finally woke up and I didn't sleep like you."
Grandma said with a slight reproach: "You all slept like this.
When you were young, let alone noon, you would not get up to eat unless I was told.
Talk less while eating, and eat more."
She continued eating as if she didn't hear anything, and put the bowl away after finishing.
"Leave it alone, go in and rest."
Grandma said, and naturally no one else would nag her.
"Thank you" she put the bowl still in the sink and went in.
I heard my mother muttering outside: "What she said just now is getting weirder and weirder.
She almost looks like a different person."
"It's not like you've become a different person and you didn't talk so much before."
Grandma obviously spoke for her again.
Watching TV and reading books, that's it.
Soon it was evening, and grandma went back after dinner.
The same was true on Sunday.
She usually didn't go out much, so it passed quickly.
In the company, everything is still so busy.
"Dong" a stack of documents was thrown in front of him: "Ten sets of copies will be used for the regular meeting on Monday."
On the other side, a salesperson was already shouting: "Xiao Cheng, help me pull out last week's performance sheet.
It will be used for the meeting."
She was straightforward: "Do it yourself, don't you know your own performance?"
"What do you mean, aren't you an assistant?"
She sneered: "See, there are ten sets of documents.
Either you copy ten sets for me and I will pull the data for you, or you can do it yourself.
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Or I will make copies first, and after the copies are finished, I will see if I am free to pull the data for you." " The salesperson glared: "You haven't always done this before, this is your job."
"Then I'm sorry, I can't do it, and others can't do it either.
Unless the meeting is postponed for ten minutes, otherwise, don't put the responsibility for not being able to provide data on me.
You have always done this before," she said unceremoniously.
Confrontation.
"Okay, just wait."
The salesperson left angrily, and must have gone to his supervisor.
She picked up the documents, walked to the copier, started to set the program, held the stapler, and waited to staple each set that came out.
"Xiao Cheng, what's the matter with you?"
Sure enough, the supervisor came: "Why don't you help sales pull data?"
"Mr.
Supervisor, I don't have time.
I told you that he can either make ten sets of copies for me or pull the data himself.
If I finish copying and I still have time, I will pull it for him.
That's it."
She continued to wait for the paper to come out.
"As soon as this copier is set up, I can help you.
If you don't have time," the supervisor certainly didn't do it for nothing.
"Last time it was because of paper jam in the machine.
After making another copy, I found that there was something missing.
I was too late, so in order to avoid the previous problem, I had to watch.
The manager asked me to copy, so I should give him the right copy machine. , Otherwise, who will bear the responsibility?"
She realized that she was indeed too stupid and too cowardly in the past.
She was constantly bullied and sent around, and she had to bear all the responsibilities.
The supervisor took a breath: "Don't you want to do it?"
This might have been enough to scare her before, but what is she afraid of now: "I'm not doing my job just because the salesperson can't do their job, so I have to bear their responsibilities.
Or as I said, either I'm looking at the machine and I'm wrong."
Either let him take charge or pull the data yourself.”
"When will the data be given to me?"
The salesperson came again, arrogantly.
"I'm not free."
She went on with her business.
"Look."
The salesperson was annoyed.
The supervisor couldn't lose face and changed his tone: "Xiao Cheng, you have to understand your identity.
As a sales assistant, you should help sales solve problems.
Go and pull the data."
"What is my identity?"
She sneered: "I am a human being with two hands.
Since the supervisor ordered me to do it, I will do it immediately.
As for this" She handed the rest of the things in her hand to the supervisor: "Excuse me, sir.
There are still six copies.
The manager is in a hurry.
If you can't get them out before the meeting, you are responsible."
She turned around and went to the computer to pull them out.
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Data.
The data comes from the system, and you still need to pull the borders a little, adjust the spacing between the tables, and add them up. . .
In fact, this kind of form can be completed in ten or fifteen minutes, but the salesperson is lazy and won't do it by himself when he gets off work on Friday, so he will need to work overtime for a while.
Leave it until Monday to embarrass the assistant.
Anyway, the data in the form is not clear, and it is also the assistant's business.
"Xiao Cheng, where are the things for the meeting?"
The manager came over.
"Report to the manager, I am working on the sales form, and the supervisor is copying it.
He said he is responsible for it."
She picked up the form that had just been printed on the printer, put it on the desktop and knocked it neatly, and then showed it to the manager directly. : "Manager, would you like to take it now, or hand it over to him during the meeting?"
"Please hand them all in during the meeting."
The manager turned around and went to the copy machine.
After a while, I heard the supervisor screaming: "Xiao Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
Needless to say, he must have bitten back.
She walked over leisurely: "Mr.
Supervisor, you have finished making copies."
The supervisor was stunned for a moment, and then yelled: "How do you do things?
Have you done what the manager asked you to copy?"
"No, you said you were responsible.
You didn't let me make copies and asked me to sell the sales list.
You said you wanted me to know my identity.
Did you not want to do it anymore?
Of course I was afraid, so I had to go get the sales list first."
She He also retorted rudely.
The biggest problem is just not doing it.
Every time there is a problem, she will be blamed.
If you can't do it, you won't do it.
You won't starve to death no matter where you go.
Now the supervisor became anxious and smiled apologetically at the manager: "That's not the case.
I didn't ask her not to do your job first, manager..."
"Did you not do it at all?"
She simply got angry: "You didn't do anything about the manager's affairs, and you still asked me to pull some forms.
I have already said that salesmen should either draw the forms themselves or help me make copies.
I just do this Take your time and don’t do two things at the same time.”
Seeing that there were copy originals on the copier next to her, she walked to the copier and said loudly: "The meeting will take place in five minutes, I will make copies now."
The office was very quiet for a while, and you can imagine what the supervisor's face was like.
Anyway, when the sales department entered the conference room for a meeting, the manager stayed in the office and did not come out until the sales department had finished the meeting before entering the manager's room.
"Xiao Cheng, go to the manager's office, the manager is calling you."
After the supervisor came out, he went straight to her, as if he was saying, "Wait to be ripped off."
She stood up and smiled at the supervisor: "Excuse me, please, or inform someone else to answer the phone.
I was not there and no one answered the phone.
Last time I went to the toilet, but the general manager called and said no When people answer the phone, it’s all on me.”
Now the supervisor was depressed again.
He originally thought that she had early menopause, but now he found out that she had an erection.
In this shabby company, I was said to be a sales assistant, but in fact I even did front desk and some administrative work.
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When she reached the door of the manager's office, she knocked on the door and walked in after getting permission.
"Close the door."
The manager was looking down at the sales report.
She closed the door and sat opposite the manager, where before she would stand there fearfully waiting for instructions.
The manager raised his head: "Do you have any objections to your supervisor?"
She replied: "No comment."
The manager thought for a while and then asked: "Then why was it not done this way before, but today it is targeted everywhere?"
She smiled: "So I always made mistakes before, right?
I didn't prepare any information, and the sales department is going to have a meeting.
From today on, in order to do things well, I can only do reasonable work within a reasonable time."
"I understand."
The manager thought for a moment and said, "Your supervisor questions your ability to work, so he asked me to fire you."
She laughed again.
This method is called responsibility transfer.
The supervisor asked her to be fired: "Then I can guarantee that unless this person is a superman, he will make the same mistake again in the future.
If the sales department wants to find a scapegoat, every meeting There is an assistant to delay the meeting, or if the materials are not available, just follow the supervisor’s instructions.”
Deliberately prolonging his words: "If a supervisor can't even judge the basic difference between time and workload, I question his ability to work.
The supervisor should play a coordinating role.
If the assistant is too busy, he should Make it clear to the salesperson and not put the responsibility on his subordinates.
It seems that his subordinates are only qualified to make mistakes.
If they are fired if they encounter a thorn, then he is a great supervisor and I can be one."
The manager laughed now, lowered his head, and clicked on the information a few times with the pen in his hand.
Then he raised his head and said earnestly: "Actually, what your supervisor said is right.
Salespeople look at performance.
They just need to complete the performance." .
But for companies, they also need to report accounts, and sales Assistants are just for them to be lazy.
I also know that being an assistant is very busy and the work is tedious, but at some point you still have to be a salesperson.
Unless you become a salesperson instead of an assistant, are you willing to go out and deal with customers every day?
It’s not easy to sell by hitting the nail on the head, please understand more.”
She said this very profoundly.
After thinking for a while, she said: "Sales is indeed very hard, but I don't want to make mistakes and make people think that I am useless.
For example, I can only complete one task before the meeting today, or add another salesperson."
Assistant; either fire me and find someone who is willing to take the blame; or if I make a mistake in the future, don’t blame me.
Anyway, I do it everywhere, so I don’t mind taking the blame, but I can’t say that my poor work ability is my fault.”
The only good thing is that she is still young and will not be unable to find a job.
I am also grateful to the above for letting her return to the original time period.
"Okay."
The manager thought for a while and said, "I will ask HR to recruit another one.
Before that, if you are free, then continue to help the salesperson.
If it is too late, you should finish my job first and have some leftovers.
Time will help them do it.”
"Thank you, manager, for your understanding and support."
She wanted to flatter you: "So you are the manager, and the supervisor will always be the supervisor.
He is far behind you."
"Okay, okay, let's go out to work."
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The manager smiled: "Call your supervisor in."
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