C11 Go to Ktv with the Female Boss

For the time being, I thought.

This person is really shameless. Earlier when Chen Yingying tried to harm me, I had to struggle with all my might to catch my breath. But now, having a good job, a good "boss", instead, wants to "muddle along".

Mao Lijuan was very good to me.

Good enough for the people in the company, every day when I went to work, they would stare at me with an expression that said "I killed my father".

Even Fatty Wang often said to me, "Hey bro! Why are you still at work? "We might as well let Mao Lijuan support you. It will be much easier than trying our best to earn money."

I think this guy is really thick-skinned. Maybe if he developed it, he would become a new generation of bulletproof vests in China.

You, a fellow who is accompanying me, actually dare to laugh at me. I didn't sell out my body, at most I only sold out my face.

Of course, I couldn't keep this up for long, because Mao Lijuan was staring at my body from the side of her face!

I remember there seemed to be a "big contract."

Mao Lijuan had negotiated with a taxi company to purchase a batch of insurance.

Here we have to explain the rules for the operation of vehicles.

The law states that a car must have a "compulsory insurance", which must be bought. Otherwise, vehicles are not allowed to travel.

Many companies' insurance is not so much a "personal insurance" as a "personal insurance," but there are not many people who actually buy it for themselves or for others. But cars are different. You have to buy insurance.

Insurance companies basically rely on cars to support them.

Taxi company.

How many cars do you think a company would have? In addition, besides the compulsory insurance, the taxi also has a "third liability insurance".

This business deal was discussed by a strong woman named Mao Lijuan.

But, strangely enough, on the day of the signing, she asked me to go with her.

I was wondering!

I'm sitting in the office, tapping on the computer, looking for information, and I'm not running for insurance. What's the use of telling me to go?

However, after the contract was signed, Mao Lijuan announced to the company, "Fortunately, I am in charge of this big business. The credit lies with my wealth." So she decided to make me a supervisor!

At that time, my salary was two thousand dollars a month. You know, a supervisor is six thousand.

In other words, she was trying to help me.

For example, the emperors of ancient times, if they wanted to pass the throne to a prince, they had to ask that prince to make an appearance on the battlefield, which was also known as the "military merits".

This is equivalent to me picking up a bargain.

The other employees in the company weren't stupid, how could they not see it? But as the boss, what could they say when they begged for food?

Wherever he was clapping his hands, a fake smile appeared on his face.

Mao Lijuan was a very good person.

It was probably because I could see that everyone was' envious and jealous' of me. If this were to continue, I don't think it would be good for me to continue being a person in this company.

Therefore, she smiled and took the opportunity to "extort" him.

"New director, since you have taken up your post today, should we invite everyone to dinner and sing a KTV?"

I knew she was "saving up" for me. It's a pity that I don't have enough money for my salary of 2,000 yuan per month. My pockets are even cleaner than my face now.

Fortunately, I have a good brother at this critical moment.

Fatty Wang immediately stood up and patted my chest. If you're an official, how can you not treat us to food? "

At this point, he kept winking at me, meaning that he would give me money first.

Fatty Wang was rolling around in the lower levels, and he had the best understanding of the human world. Of course, I did not doubt that he would harm me.

Thus, he agreed to it.

In the end, the eyes of the other employees who treated me as their "arch enemy" changed. They looked at me as if I was their "real father".

All of them were shouting, "Director Zhang's magnanimity!"

"Manager Zhang is so loyal!"

Damn!

This father has seen the light, having milk is like having a mother, a bunch of snobbish eyes.

After that, it was time to go eat.

These guys took the opportunity to slaughter him, so the dishes they ordered were the most expensive.

After dinner, he went back to singing KTV.

I've never been to such a high-end place as this as I've moved brick and silk. I've just asked Fatty Wang if it's expensive?

Fatty Wang said it was not expensive, only around seven to eight hundred yuan. Adding on some wine and snacks, he estimated that you would be 'skinning' a thousand yuan today.

I grimaced and said that you city people sure know how to play.

Fatty Wang said, "You country people just don't know anything." If you don't have a good relationship with these employees, do you think that you can rely on a director to protect you? If someone else were to plot against you from behind the scenes, you wouldn't even know how you would die.

I finally understand.

Where there are people, there will be struggles.

The consumption of KTV, singing according to the time calculation.

This damn place, especially the wine, was frighteningly expensive.

Looking at those bastards who were gulping down the liquor and drinking it together, I couldn't help but to throw up.

Brother, what you spit out is wine, but what you dig out is my heart!

This wine didn't come for nothing. I borrowed it from Fatty Wang. I'll have to pay it back in the future.

"Manager Zhang, what's the matter?" Won't you have a drink with the supervisor? " Mao Lijuan suddenly leaned over, picked up two bottles of wine and handed one to me.

Our company might not be big, but it's not small either.

There were only a dozen or so of them.

Mao Lijuan was a "supervisor", but she was actually the boss.

Now, what if she promoted me to the position of "Supervisor"?

Actually, I'm just a "Vice Supervisor" who helps her manage the company. To put it nicely, she's called "Supervisor" and to put it bluntly, I'm her "male secretary".

Thinking that they treated me well, I didn't say much. I grabbed the bottle of wine and started drinking.

I don't know if it was because Mao Lijuan drank too much, but her eyes were filled with water as she stared at me. When she saw that I had finished drinking, she drank it all in one gulp.

Just "blow the bottle" and you'll tell me how scary the alcohol is.

When she was done, she asked the others, "Are you going to drink to the new supervisor?"

Everyone started jeering and hurriedly came over to toast him.

I saw that these bastards were courting death!

It would be strange if this father did not drink the blood given to him by such a method.

However, the fat guy kept pouting, meaning for me to drink. From what I said before, I don't want to build a good relationship with these employees.

In addition, for others to take the initiative to toast him, not drinking any wine at all would be a disgrace to him.

Fine.

F * ck, I'm giving it my all.

No matter how tired he was, he just treated himself as a good-for-nothing. No matter how dangerous it was, Ye Zichen would just treat himself as an idiot.

Heh!