Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

The next morning, Feng He got up early so as not to be late.

Mother Feng looked at Feng He in surprise. She asked, "Xiao He, you got up so early, do you have any plans for today?"

Feng He remembered that he had not yet told his mother that he had decided to work at Song Chongjiang's company during the summer vacation, so he quickly explained: "Mr. Song said that his company has internship opportunities, and I can work at his company during the summer vacation."

Feng's mother was stunned when she heard this. Xiao He didn't know how difficult it was to get into Song Chongjiang's company. The internship opportunities were something that many children from prestigious schools were vying for.

How could Song Chongjiang give such a good opportunity to Xiaohe? Xiaohe obviously did not meet the standards to work in Song Chongjiang's company.

He is just a high school graduate and doesn't know anything.

Feng He had already picked up her breakfast and was eating. Song Chongjiang was sitting at the dining table and saw Feng He standing in the kitchen talking to her mother. He motioned Feng He to come over.

Feng's mother also understood what Song Chongjiang meant. She pondered for a while and followed Feng He.

Song Chongjiang looked at Feng Mu who came along with him with understanding.

"Boss Song, I heard from our Xiao He that you gave him the opportunity to work in your company?"

Song Chongjiang nodded. "I went to dinner before and found Feng He working in a restaurant during the summer vacation. I don't know why he stopped working the day before yesterday. So I asked him if he would like to work in my company during the summer vacation."

Feng's mother was stunned. She didn't know that Xiao He had gone out to work during the summer vacation.

Feng He nodded to indicate that Song Chongjiang was right.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Song. Xiao He is a little bit stupid. If he can't do the job well, Mr. Song can fire him at any time."

Feng He drooped her eyelids and looked at her mother with some resentment.

Song Chongjiang looked at Feng He with amusement, which was considered as agreeing to Feng's mother's request.

"Sit down and eat." Song Chongjiang couldn't suppress a smile that escaped from his throat.

Feng He sat next to Song Chongjiang, and the smile in Song Chongjiang's eyes deepened.

Mr. Song and Mrs. Song, who were eating nearby, looked at Feng He and Song Chongjiang in surprise. They overheard the conversation and roughly knew what was going on.

Mrs. Song said, "Feng He is really likable."

Feng He forced a smile, thinking that Song Chongjiang was just too generous.

Feng He still doesn't understand why Song Chongjiang gave him the opportunity to work so close to him.

Forget it, don’t think about it if you can’t figure it out.

After dinner, Feng He and Song Chongjiang went to the company together, and he took Song Chongjiang's car.

Early in the morning, Song's employees saw their president taking a pretty assistant to the top floor in the president's private elevator.

They looked at Feng He in amazement, as if they were looking at some rare species.

Feng He followed Song Chongjiang calmly, looking quite stylish and not at all stage-frightened.

In fact, his legs were shaking a little.

The elevator went all the way up to Song Chongjiang's office. His office was on the top floor of the group, and on the outer floor were the president's secretary and assistant department.

Song Chongjiang took Feng He all the way through the secretarial department and the assistant department.

Feng He was undoubtedly subjected to countless gazes.

Finally arrived at Song Chongjiang's office.

Feng He looked around the office. It was very large, and it even had a lounge and a bathroom inside. There was an office area and bookshelves outside, as well as a row of very classy leather sofas. However, there were some snacks on the coffee table in front of the luxurious sofa, which made it seem out of place in the serious office.

Feng He acted like a country dog ​​entering the city, looking here and there.

But he didn't dare touch it, he was very reserved, afraid that he might accidentally break something.

Song Chongjiang sat down at his workstation and said to Feng He who was standing beside him: "You can work in my office. The desk is next to you."

Feng He followed Song Chongjiang's gaze and saw that his workplace was right next to Song Chongjiang's imposing desk. It was a slightly smaller table with a computer and a printer on it.

The table is actually in a very warm color: beige.

The matching chair is also equipped with a cartoon cushion, which is a large pink and yellow flower.

The comparison between the two desks is terrible. Song Chongjiang's desk is full of neatly organized documents, while his desk is full of computers with contents that Feng He cannot understand.

The overall tone is black, which has a wise and cold feeling.

And Fenghe seems to be here to act as a mascot.

"You can take out the snacks in the desk drawer and eat them."

Just when Feng He was in a mess, Song Chongjiang spoke again casually.

Feng He: “…” Turns out there are snacks in the drawer.

This set is top-notch.

Feng He silently sat down at his own workstation. He secretly looked at Song Chongjiang. Was it Song Chongjiang's idea to put this table here?

Simply unimaginable.

"Who was sitting at this table before?" Feng He couldn't help but ask.

"You're the first one. This desk wasn't in my office before."

Feng He was stunned. He had never thought of this possibility. He always thought that Song Chongjiang's former assistant was unable to do the job and that was why he was given the opportunity. So was this all prepared for him?

Feng He didn't know what to say for a moment. He approached Song Chongjiang with bad intentions, but he turned out to be so nice to him.

Suffering!

Feng He changed the subject: "Then what is my job?"

"Just print out some documents for me and put the unwanted documents in the shredder. Oh, and get me a cup of tea or coffee when I'm thirsty."

Feng He was surprised that it was so simple.

But then he thought again: the original owner came from the countryside and had never touched a computer in the previous 19 years of his life, so he probably didn't know how to use a printer.

So Feng He said to Song Chongjiang hesitantly: "I don't know how to use a computer. I've never touched one before."

Song Chongjiang was stunned. He had actually forgotten this.

"It's okay. I'll teach you when I ask you to print. You should get familiar with the computer first."

Song Chongjiang got up and downloaded a typing software for him, and then tried some video software. Finally, he said to Feng He, "First, use this software to practice typing on the computer. If you feel tired, you can watch TV series or play games."

Feng He was petrified. He was completely petrified.

Even if he had never seen the world, he knew that this was not the way to work. Song Chongjiang hired an assistant, not a ancestor.

But Feng He didn't say it, Song Chongjiang was his enemy.

He just wants to sit here and do nothing but eat and drink for free, enjoy the air conditioning in Song Chongjiang's office, eat the snacks here, play on the computer here, and waste Song Chongjiang's resources, but in the end Song Chongjiang still has to pay him a salary.

Hahahaha, it’s wonderful just thinking about it.

Feng He almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Feng He held back his laughter and began to practice typing. Actually, his typing speed was quite good since he was a college graduate after all.

But the original owner didn’t know how to do it. He could be said to know nothing about it.

So Feng He practiced typing as his character set. He became more and more absorbed in typing. This typing software is quite fun!

It was not until lunch time when Feng He was called by Song Chongjiang to eat that he stopped typing.