After Song Zicheng's inspection, he must call all the employees to the large conference room for a meeting. Because there are so many people, many people can only stand. Although Lanshan is qualified to sit on a chair, she still stands out in the crowd.
She hunched back, tried to make herself look shorter, and then muttered, "Never see me, never see me..."
Song Zicheng suddenly tilted his head, his eyes pierced like an arrow.
Blue shirt: "..."
Fortunately, his gaze did not stop, only a sharp sweep, everyone around the blue shirt was affected, and no one knew who the big boss was staring at.
Lanshan felt that he was more ill-fortuned this time.
Song Zicheng naturally wanted to say something about the scene first, and then continue to fight, with praise, criticism and encouragement. The degree is just right. After all, although he is a big boss, he is not the manager of the company, so he saved enough face for the general manager.
Then, Song Zicheng announced that he had personally led an "employee quality and loyalty survey" when he was idle. Now he wants to summarize the results.
Lanshan hid behind a 1.5-meter-high fat man, burying his head low. She is probably going to be criticized by name, but she doesn't know how Song Zicheng would scold her, or if she would let her roll her up on the spot... Blue shirt comforted herself, and gotta fuck off. Who wants to stay for a company like this
"In this survey, some people did very well, some did not do well, and some did not do well. In order to motivate everyone, according to your performance, I will pay you a bonus today at my own expense. This amount of money is not counted. What, but it represents my affirmation and disapproval of you. You can measure yourself based on this and see which advantages are worth promoting and which shortcomings need to be improved."
Having said that, the key word is just three words: send money!
At first, everyone was still wondering what means the big boss used to lead the investigation. We don't know why, but now that they have money to take, their attention has been successfully shifted, and they slapped their hands in applause desperately.
Song Zicheng raised his hand to suppress the applause, and continued, "I have sent a form to each department for your performance and bonus, and I will ask the department manager to collect it when I leave it. Now, I want to focus on criticizing one person and Praise a person."
coming!
Lanshan stuck his head from behind the fat man and gave him a pitiful look.
The small eyes looked like a stray dog who had been thrown on the street without eating for three days. Song Zicheng almost didn't stretch himself. He gritted his teeth and deliberately stretched his face, like a Rakshasa, "An Yuqin."
The blue shirt almost got out of the queue, and when she heard that the name was not her, she quickly retracted her foot.
An Yuqin is the head of the customer service department. She didn't expect that the big boss would call her name, and reflexively said "Ah". Seeing everyone watching her, she hurriedly lowered her head.
"As the head of the customer service department, I deal with the return visit as a complaint, and then make everyone know, affect the company's reputation, but also affect the reputation of individual employees. You are not the first day of customer service. Is this your professional quality?"
An Yuqin was a little embarrassed, and whispered, "Boss, I was wrong." In fact, she did act a little harder on this matter. At the very least, even if it is a real complaint, she can greet the blue shirt first instead of reporting directly to her direct leadership. As for spreading the matter, although it violated the company's regulations, who would have thought that the big boss would suddenly come... After all, she just used a little opportunity to embarrass the blue shirt, because the male colleague she had a crush on liked the blue shirt secretly.
This is another bad debt, and Lanshan doesn't know it. Seeing that she was not criticized in front of her, she still couldn't recover for a moment.
Song Zicheng deducted An Yuqin's one-month bonus and asked her to write a review. Then, he changed his tone and said, "Next, I want to praise a person. This person received me earnestly during the time when I was pretending to be a customer, and he was dedicated to serving me. He knew every car's indicators well and was very professional. Most importantly," he paused, his tone becoming a little witty, "withstood the test of money and beauty."
The employees cooperated and laughed.
"This person is—" Song Zicheng looked at her, "Blue shirt."
Lanshan was stunned, looking back at him with wide-eyed eyes.
Everyone looked at her, and the fat man moved a step, no longer blocking her. Everyone looked at the blue shirts and clapped. Lanshan smirked and applauded together.
Lao Wang couldn't stand it anymore and waved to her, "Come here soon."
Lan Shan smirked and walked up to Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng handed her a red envelope with both hands, "Good job, keep working hard."
"Thank you, Mr. Song." She took the red envelope and was very swollen. How could there be eight thousand, right
The blue shirt raised the red envelope to the crowd, and everyone began to applaud her again.
After this dreamlike summary meeting ended, Lan Shan returned to the sales department holding the red envelope, opened a count, and counted 10,000. Naturally, there are not as many other people as her.
Most of the sales people are lively and active, everyone surrounded the blue shirts and asked her to share experience, focusing on how to deal with the test of the big boss.
Lanshan thought about it for a while, but in fact she didn't do anything, she didn't know from start to finish that Song Zicheng was testing her. She treats him like an ordinary client, being polite when she should be polite, and she can't be a slave when she should be neither humble nor humble. She also threw him into the field, but fortunately she didn't beat him. However, Mr. Song is generous enough. We have been thrown away and haven't avenged her personal revenge, so she won't let it go if she wants to change.
Let's just say, Song Zicheng can eat well with a woman only by his face, there is no need to be stubborn with her face, as expected, there is still a mystery.
Lanshan was in a good mood, and he was practising his mouth with colleagues, and the sales department heard bursts of laughter.
She texted Qiao Feng again: I have saved my job! ~(≧▽≦)/~ la la la
Soon, Qiao Feng replied to her: Congratulations.
Lanshan: What do you want to eat? Sister, please!
Qiao Feng: Tonight
Lanshan: No, no, no, I promised to invite colleagues from our department to dinner tonight.
Qiao Feng: Yes.
He didn't say what he wanted to eat at the end, Lanshan decided to wait and ask him again.
After get off work, the sales staff came out together, and a group of people, Ullala, were walking and talking and laughing. They just arrived in the lobby and happened to see Song Zicheng.
Everyone has received bonuses from Song Zicheng more or less, and now they see Mr. Song being extraordinarily kind, and they all greet him.
Song Zicheng nodded and asked, "Want to have a dinner?"
At the same time, everyone looked at the blue shirt as the host. A few people winked and suggested that the blue shirt invite Song Zicheng.
Lan Shan bit his head and said, "Yeah, should Song always come over?"
Song Zicheng looked unfamiliar and indifferent, "Am I familiar with you?" He shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm not free."
Lanshan breathed a sigh of relief and ran away with his colleagues.
She thinks that Song Zicheng must still bear grudges, but others have restraint and will not attack.
Because we have to go to work tomorrow, we didn't get together very late, and we left after 8 o'clock. Lanshan walked out of the hotel and refused the kindness of several colleagues to send her back. She walked to the subway alone.
I drank a few cups just now, a little bit up, my face was hot, and when the breeze blew outside, it was quite comfortable. Before getting to the subway, she saw an amusement park, which was about to close now, and all the cotton candy sellers had to close their stalls.
Wait... Cotton candy
Lanshan held on to the iron fence and shouted at the uncle selling marshmallows inside, "Hey! Hey! Marshmallows!"
The uncle felt as if he had been molested by the female gangster, so he continued to close the stall silently without saying a word.
"Give me a cotton candy!"
Hearing this, he came over.
The marshmallow was huge, and the uncle stepped on a stool, stretched his arm over the iron railing, and passed it around to the blue shirt. Fortunately, both of them are tall enough, and the transaction went smoothly.
After the marshmallows were sold out, the uncle sold her toys again.
Lanshan asked, "What do you have?"
"There are cat ears, Mickey Mouse ears, and giraffe horns." They are all on their heads.
"I have a long neck, please give me a giraffe."
The two very realistic horns on the blue shirt's head, holding a marshmallow in his hand, went into the subway. At this time, there are not as many people in the subway as in the morning and evening rush hours, so they will not crowd her marshmallows, but many people are watching her along the way, and the blue shirt doesn't care much.
When she got home, she carried the cotton candy behind her back and went to knock on the door of Qiao Feng's house.
Qiao Feng opened the door and was startled when he saw the blue shirt with horns.
Blue shirt with his hands behind his back, winked at him with a grin. Because of drinking, her face was red and her eyes were wet.
Qiao Feng couldn't help reaching out to touch her horns, and with a light stroke, he accidentally took off her hairpin. He was relieved.
The blue shirt was surprised, "You don't really think I have horns, do you?"
"I'm not as stupid as you." He said, putting the hairpin back on her with both hands and straightening.
The blue shirt showed the surprise behind him, "Dangdangdangdang!... Here you are!"
Qiao Feng was startled when he saw Marshmallow, his expression seemed to melt suddenly. He took the cotton candy and said, "Thank you."
"No thanks, no thanks, who is with whom?" Lan Shan said, raising his right fist and gently punching Qiao Feng's shoulder.
Qiao Feng reported with a slight smile.
His smile is shallow, but his eyebrows are vivid, like spring water, and like spring flowers.
The blue shirt was stunned. After a while, he shook his head and waved at him, "Don't smile at me in the future."
"why?"
"I'm afraid I'll be wild."