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Wang Qiu's cooking skills are excellent, and the dishes he makes are all excellent home-cooked dishes, which are better than the chefs in some small restaurants.

Zheng Yun ate a lot in this meal. He ate up the ground three delicacies and fried squid with mushrooms one by one, and there was almost no soup left.

Wang Qiu was surprised by his much larger than usual appetite.

"Mr. Zheng, don't eat too much, it hurts your stomach."

But Zheng Yun was noncommittal, and still ate on his own.

Not long after the meal, Wang Qiu said his goodbyes, and went home on his little e-donkey.

With one person missing, the room became empty again. Zheng Yun had long been used to being alone with him, but he still felt a little depressed.

He would ignore his negative emotions very much, pressing his full stomach without speaking.

But the body is the least likely to hide problems.

When he vomited to death in the middle of the night, Zheng Yun remembered that his stomach could not support his overeating.

After he vomited a lot, he inevitably felt a pity, and his heart was empty along with his stomach.

Zheng Yun skillfully fed himself the medicine, and the sweaty man couldn't help but take a hot shower.After he slowly arranged the hands and they turned to five o'clock, he lost sleepiness at all.

Zheng Yun decided to find something to do for himself, so he turned on the computer in the study and prepared to deal with the documents for next week.

He opened the mailbox and found Wang Qiu's resignation application in the unread list. He had been pressing it in his hand for a few days, even though he knew that the delay was meaningless.

He sighed subconsciously, and agreed to his command.

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A new week began again, and Wang Qiu vigorously began to choose his successor.

His task is very heavy, and the shorter the time to find a suitable candidate, the more properly he can hand over the work at hand.

Zheng Yun entrusted this matter to Wang Qiu to arrange, which made Wang Qiu feel trusted and at the same time under some pressure.

After several rounds of screening, Wang Qiu chose a young man named Qianqian, who was down-to-earth and hard-working, but he had just started working for a short time, and his professional ability still needs to be improved.

Qian Qian cherished this hard-won opportunity very much, but when Wang Qiu sent him the precautions for Mr. Zheng's daily work, he was also a little dazed.

Everything from business communication arrangements to Mr. Zheng's food tastes, which restaurant and dish he likes to order, how to arrange documents on the table, and what containers to use for different drinks are all clearly written.

Qian Qian was afraid that the electronic version would be inconvenient to study, so he specially printed it out and bound it into a book, and followed Wang Qiu all day like holding a dictionary, and soon became Assistant Wang's little fan.

If Zheng Yun is a scourge, then Wang Qiu is an animal trainer. There are many meanings that Mr. Zheng can't explain clearly, but Wang Qiu can tell by looking at his expression.

Assistant Wang is too awesome, Qian Qian admires him so much.

"Mr. Wang, I was scolded by Mr. Zheng just now."

Qian Qian dragged a stool to Wang Qiu's desk.

"Am I really stupid, how can I meet Mr. Zheng's request?"

Looking at the dejected young man in front of him, Wang Qiu couldn't help but think of those days when he was just an intern.

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"Wang Qiu, there are actually typos in the documents issued by the unit? Did you learn how to do it in your compulsory education? You can't even handle such small things well. What responsibility can you take?"

"Mr. Zheng, the person in charge of this document is the Propaganda Department..."

"Did it go through your hands? Did you sign the name on it?"

Five years ago, Zheng Yun was younger, and his temper was even hotter. He looked at the handsome young man in front of him without the slightest sympathy, and slapped the table loudly.

"Be clear. This is not a kindergarten literacy class. Adults have to be responsible for doing things. When this notice is approved, how many pairs of eyes are watching it, and there is no one with long eyes. Do you think that the approval and signature are just formalities? ? What does our company do? We are in the food business! Everything has to go into the mouths of consumers, and if anything goes wrong, we have to squat!"

At that time, Wang Qiu was not convinced, it was nothing more than oral dissatisfaction, and he could only be scolded honestly under pressure. He felt that Zheng Yun was the one who really made a big fuss and went online. It wasn't until later that he did understand how strict the company's quality control is. Let them Unscathed in many random investigations and unannounced visits, sales gradually improved, and the brand became more and more famous, Wang Qiucai gradually understood Zheng Yun's painstaking efforts under his temper.

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"You're still young, it's okay to be scolded when you first came here, Mr. Zheng is the one who has a bad temper and is not a bad person."

Fortunately, Qianqian's frustration was only temporary, and soon he regained his spirit and started to fight again.

Wang Qiu smiled and continued to process the documents in his hand.

At present, all the jobs he handed over to Qian are simple and shallow jobs, and the bulk of them are still in his hands.Wang Qiu plans to finish the important part before leaving, so that the tasks left to the next one will be relatively easy.The next assistant will have a longer time to adapt to this process, and it will also reduce the pressure on Zheng Yun.

If the assistant is not effective, the boss will have to do it himself.

In Wang Qiu's heart, he still hoped to do something more for the big devil before leaving.

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"You've been doing things very neatly recently."

"It's all taught well by Mr. Zheng." Wang Qiu smiled, almost making Zheng Yun's eyes shine.

"Tomorrow is Friday, let's give you three days off together with the weekend, pack up your things and go home to play."

"Really? Mr. Zheng!" Wang Qiu was very happy to have a holiday suddenly, and it happened that his mother came here to visit him this Friday, and he was still worried about not being able to pick her up.

"It's fine if you don't want to take a vacation."

"Don't, don't!"

Zheng Yun waved his hand, remembering that time he happened to hear Wang Qiu and his mother on the phone in the tea room, and said impatiently: "Go quickly, don't be an eyesore."

"Okay Mr. Zheng! Goodbye Mr. Zheng!" Wang Qiu went out happily and turned back halfway.

"What?"

Wang Qiu put a suede gift box on the desk and spoke with a smile.

"Mr. Zheng, I wish you a happy birthday."

It's his birthday this Sunday night.