Allow her to be pampered

"Hey, won't I disturb your work if I go?"

Although Wu Qingzhi's invitation was tempting, Chi Rong did not agree to it outright.

Chi Rong has seen all the elders of the firm, not to mention the gloomy faces, a group of half-hundred-year-old gentlemen who have lived past the age of the emperor, and their minds are full of women without talents. Shide, I'm afraid she will be judged if she goes to show her face.

The so-called husband is the guide for wife, and all the elders talked about her, so they had something to talk about Wu Qingzhi.

Therefore, even though Chi Rong had thousands and hundreds of curiosity, he never dared to respond.

Wu Qingzhi could tell at a glance that Chi Rong had something in his heart, and he must have reserved it for his sake, so he only ordered the driver to turn the car around and drive towards Shang.

Seeing this, Chi Rong immediately pulled his sleeve, but saw Wu Qingzhi put his hand on the back of her hand, and patted her hand in relief: "Mr. Zhang Qifang is in charge of the administrative work. He is kind. Just a word from Mr. Zhang."

Hearing this name, Chi Rong frowned slightly: "Zhang Qifang... this name sounds familiar! Is it you or Jiang Mengguang, I seem to have heard you mention it before!"

Chi Rong thought hard, rummaged through the boxes in his memory, and finally had a flash of inspiration: "Stinky tofu! It was the day you bought me stinky tofu! Jiang Mengguang said that Zhang Qifang got into a fight with someone surnamed Cao, so you ran out! "

Wu Qingzhi couldn't help but laugh, it turned out that those two bowls of stinky tofu could make Chi Rong so fresh in his memory, so he lightly tapped his fingertips, right in the middle of Chi Rong's eyebrows: "Remember to eat or not to fight, Xingguang was still arguing with you that day."

"He messed with me, didn't he have you backing me, no matter how stinky the stinky tofu is, he bought it for me!" Chi Rong chuckled, and posted a note next to Wu Qingzhi, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, "Mr. Zhang Qifang I can fight with others, whether it is true and kind or fake and kind, but don't get along badly, and drive me out in a while."

Wu Qingzhi shook his head, and said a very provocative one-liner: "Ma'am, what you said is wrong. If I send you back to the mansion first, then I will be out of my mind, absent-minded, and unable to do my job well. Mr. Zhang is the most important person in office. Be conscientious and conscientious, if you see me wandering, I am afraid that you will fight me."

After all, it was Chi Rong's fist that hit him, and Wu Qingzhi pushed the boat along the way, until he kissed the back of her hand one after another.

Wu's Leather Firm is located on the second ring road of the city. It is a four-story white-walled building with a very dignified appearance.

This building used to be the private residence of a British duke. After he went bankrupt, he sold his property and auctioned off the building. At that time, there was a lot of discussion in Yue'an City. Empty shot out, this building was photographed.

This person was Wu Zhenglian, Wu's father, and the building became the property of Wu's family, and it was used as the office of the firm.

There are many commercial and administrative houses on the second ring road, and there are private banks and government money bureaus next to the leather companies. This is a street for office workers.

During the day, women with curly hair can be seen walking into the company's office with briefcases in their hands. Chi Rong once envied them for wearing black glass stockings.

When the car stopped, Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong got out of the car, walked up a few stone steps, and entered the room.

In the hall, a middle-aged man was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. When he saw Wu Qingzhi coming, he immediately waved his hand and said, "Master, here, here! I've already thought about it. I've done the calculations and recruited an accountant and a cargo manager." One is enough, take a look at this recruitment document!"

Chi Rong walked behind Wu Qingzhi, only to see that the man was about 40 years old, slightly fat, with a dough-like face, like a thin Maitreya Buddha, he was indeed benevolent.

Presumably this person is Zhang Qifang.

Wu Qingzhi first took the document handed over by Zhang Qifang, and the two leaned side by side to briefly read the text, and only raised their heads when they saw that there was nothing wrong with it.

During this period, Zhang Qifang never noticed that Chi Rong was by his side.

Sure enough, he is a person who devotes himself to work and has no distractions.

Wu Qingzhi winked at Chi Rong, with an expression that was true as I said, and coughed at Zhang Qifang, then moved to Chi Rong's side, and introduced: "Mr. Zhang, this is my wife, I'm free today. , accompany me to work overtime."

Zhang Qifang actually met Chi Rong. It was the day they got married, and when Wu Qingzhi was rescued, there was a bride without a phoenix crown sitting in the room.

Zhang Qifang is more than ten years older than Wu Qingzhi, and he is also a senior, out of emotion and reason, Chi Rong should greet him first.

Chi Rong was about to speak, but Zhang Qifang said first: "Young Madam's surname is Chi and her name is Rong, I know it, just call me Old Zhang!"

This person speaks quickly and is indeed easy to get along with, but Chi Rong dared to yell at others, so he still respectfully called Mr. Zhang.

It was just a face-to-face meeting, it took a few minutes, and after a few polite words, the three of them went to Wu Qingzhi's office on the third floor together.

The office is not too big or too small, with a wooden floor and several pots of orchids in front of the window. The window is made of wooden lattice and faces south.

Wu Qingzhi wanted to discuss matters with Zhang Qifang, so he arranged for Chi Rong to sit on the sofa and read a book. He sat behind the writing desk, facing Zhang Qifang.

Although Chi Rong held the newspaper in his hand, his eyes and ears were all on Wu Qingzhi.

"Let's take the written test, be on the safe side, take the top ten interviews, and then choose the second one. The accountant will be handed over to Jiang Xingguang, and the goods manager will be handed over to you."

"The issue of accounts and goods is the most important thing. It is best to choose the one who is prudent in words and deeds. It all depends on Mr. Zhang's insight."

Wu Qingzhi's words were like a formation of troops, and Zhang Qifang nodded in agreement.

Chi Rong was confused, and felt that recruiting employees required so many rules and regulations, which was really astonishing.

One of Zhang Qifang's proposals is even more unbelievable, never recruit married women without children.

Accounting and goods management are both types of clerical and catalog work. It is not difficult to say that it is difficult, but it needs to be careful and serious. How can it be related to whether there are children or women.

Chi Rong was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask questions in public, so as not to disturb the two of them.

So they had to wait until the official discussion was over, locked the office together, watched Zhang Qifang go downstairs first, Chi Rong just stuck to Wu Qingzhi, and asked embarrassingly, "Why are married women without children not allowed to recruit?"

They talked as they walked, and happened to meet Zhang Qifang in the lobby who had signed for work.

Zhang Qifang heard the words, and only said: "There are too many variables."

Chi Rong couldn't help blurting out: "What variable?"

"If this woman becomes pregnant after joining the company, wouldn't she have to resign and go home to have a baby, and then find another new person to replace her, and spend time on training, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the gain outweighs the gain."

Zhang Qifang finished speaking, put away the sign-in roster, greeted Wu Qingzhi, and left.

As soon as he left, Chi Rong immediately pouted: "Then I can't come to work in the firm? I'm also married and have no children. But you said that you are not in a hurry to have a child, so can you ask Mr. Zhang to let me go?" Open the conditions and give me a chance."

Wu Qingzhi rubbed the top of Chi Rong's hair with a smile, and didn't give up until he messed up the two little hair balls that looked like Nezha: "You come to be my secretary, you don't need those written tests and interviews, and others can't control you .”

This was Wu Qingzhi's preference for her, Chi Rong could understand it, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But she didn't want to refute Wu Qingzhi's good intentions like this, so she only thought about it in the long run, but she had other plans in her heart.