JK Building, inside the President's Office on the top floor.
The windows were bright and clean, and the bright sunlight dazzled the brilliance of the entire interior. Qin Che leaned in the office chair with a cold expression, looking at the phone screen without saying a word.
Assistant Mo Zhen said in a black suit, standing not far from the desk with a solemn expression.
He thought that what the boss was doing was a major decision, and his expression was so focused that he couldn't help but breathe a little lighter, waiting quietly for the boss's command.
And the boss, who he thought was doing something terrible, was on the phone screen at this time--
It's a personal Weibo that is concise enough to send a finger, and even the avatar is the landscape avatar when I first registered.
Qin Chejian frowned, clicked Customize, and wanted to select a photo of himself to upload, but found that apart from the smiling women in costumes, he couldn't find any other photos in his phone album.
"..."
Pinching his eyebrows, Qin Che raised his head a little irritably, and suddenly realized that Mo Zhenyan had folded his hands on his abdomen, waiting quietly and respectfully.
Qin Che twisted his eyebrows, "Why are you still here?"
"Huh?" Mo Zhenyan pushed the frame of the glasses and blinked innocently. What does the boss mean? "You... Haven't any other orders?"
A careless glance glanced at him, Qin Che thought to himself whether he needed to change an assistant.
What's the use of an assistant who can't understand his thoughts well
Qin Che thought that if Mo Zhenyan, who had been with him for almost five years, had known it, he would probably hug his thigh and cry aggrievedly: Is your old and unpredictable idea, can I and other mortals be able to guess it
But this does not prevent Mo Zhenyan from seeing Qin Che's expression. He immediately raised his professional smile and said, "That's because I was wrong. Goodbye boss!"
Turning around and wanting to escape.
"and many more!"
A low, magnetic, cello-like male voice faintly sounded behind him, and Mo Zhenyan wrinkled his back to Qin Che's face, shouting silently: It's over, it seems that this month's bonus won't be kept!
When he turned his head back, his face didn't show up, his smile was like a spring breeze, and he could only say that people who could hang around with Qin Che were not mortals anymore.
"Hehe, boss, you call me?"
Qin Che mumbled, his expression silent.
Mo Zhenyan was frightened by him, his legs weakened, and he almost knelt on the ground, and couldn't help but said with a bitter face: "Boss, what can I say right away?" You are so scared!
In fact, those who have been able to work with Qin Che for five years have been with his veterans since he joined the company. Although Qin Che’s popularity is so strong that ordinary people can not bear it, they gather together, and the assistants and subordinates around him are not normal people. comparable.
But if you make a low-level mistake under his nose, Qin Che will do the same.
Although he wouldn't be dismissed, Mo Zhenyan couldn't help gritting his teeth at the thought of the generous bonus.
It was like a death sentenced prisoner who was sentenced to death. At the moment of the shooting, I don't know when, the bullet passed through his head and took his life.
Mo Zhenyan probably felt that way.
For a long time, Qin Che spoke.
"Go and find me a picture."
"Huh?" Mo Jian was sluggish, not deducting bonuses
"I never repeat my words a second time, understand?" Qin Che played with the black gold-plated pen flexibly with his fingers, his tone was as cold as ever.