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Qu Ziyu hurriedly logged into OA to find out the relevant documents. Only those with a management sequence of [-] or above can book first class and business seats.

As soon as the location was confirmed, Weibo posted a hot topic: What kind of experience is it to eat in-flight meals at Sichuan Airlines?

Qu Ziyue has only taken the plane twice, and bought it when he saw that the price of the train ticket and the plane ticket are the same. They are all low-cost airlines, and the plane meal is two small breads.

After reading the comments on popular Weibo with relish, Qu Zi began to look forward to tomorrow's plane meal.

The next day, Qu Ziyue woke up at 10:[-] and spent [-] minutes preparing things for a business trip, a change of clothes and an ID card, all gone.

Then sit at the desk and turn on the computer and start writing the paper.

This is his plan, as long as there are no accidents, he will complete it.

At eight o'clock, I drove out to the company on time. When I arrived, there was no one in the president's office. Qu Ziyue sorted out some possible materials in the position and packed them into a USB flash drive.

Xiao Chengka clicked on the company, pushed back all the arrangements for going out from Monday to Wednesday, postponed the meeting, went to the finance department to adjust the materials, and rushed to the airport with Qu Ziyue.

While waiting for the plane, Xiao Cheng asked Qu Ziyue to buy some breakfast.

"Okay, President." Qu Zi Yue put down her schoolbag and went out with her mobile phone.He looked at the memo about the president's food tastes, and first went to a coffee chain to buy an American cup: "It's too cold, add a shot, thank you."

Then I ordered another sandwich and a new European bag.

When passing by the convenience store, I bought myself a big meat bun, and went back while eating it.

"Why do you eat buns and I eat sandwiches?" Xiao Cheng opened the paper bag.

The more Qu Zi sat down, the bun was half eaten: "Sandwiches are too expensive, I have to save some money. Just eat and drink. I heard that Sichuan Airlines' meals are very good. We can eat them on the plane."

"What delicious food can there be on the plane?" Xiao Cheng looked at the cold sandwiches and the cold Americano, resentment burst from his mouth.

"I read on the Internet that there are hot and sour noodles, spicy chicken, fried corn and so on. There are many Sichuan specialties, and they look delicious." Qu Ziyue was a little excited. This was his first business trip.

Xiao Cheng stopped talking, took a bite out of the sandwich, and died dryly.

"President, why don't you drink coffee, the ice has melted." Qu Zi Yue said.

Xiao Cheng put down the iPad, hesitated to speak, and finally picked it up and took a sip.

God, how can there be such a bad thing, I have lived for [-] years, this is the worst thing to drink besides ouzo.

But don't drink...forget it, in order to reduce the turnover rate.

Xiao Cheng walked all the way with his iced Americano like this. When he was queuing up for the security check, Qu Ziyue said again: "President, why don't you drink coffee? You will throw it away at the front."

Is this kid some kind of Ice American ambassador? !

Xiao Cheng pretended to be playing with his mobile phone, and happened to be Xiao Cheng in the queue. He was not allowed to bring drinks in. Without hesitation, he threw the cup of coffee, which he had only taken a sip of, into the trash can, making a bang sound. .

I don't know if the president is unhappy or the coffee is unhappy.

After boarding the plane, Xiao Cheng went there ahead of time through the VIP status, and the staff checked the ticket: "Mr. Xiao, welcome to take Sichuan Airlines again."

"Thank you," Xiao Cheng walked in, but a strange passenger's voice sounded behind him, and when he looked back, the tune was not behind him.

After looking again and again, the kid was in the queue of economy class passengers, happily waving to himself.

Xiao Cheng put away his things, and after sitting down, he texted Qu Zi Yue: Why did you run to queue in the economy class queue.

Qu Ziyue: Because I bought an economy class ticket.

Xiao Cheng: Why buy an economy class ticket?

Qu Ziyue: Because of the company's administrative regulations, only employees with a management sequence of level [-] or above can take the first-class cabin. I'm still an intern, so I haven't been rated yet.

Xiao Cheng raised his forehead, too lazy to go back.

Why is this kid so cowardly?Doesn't he know that the chief assistant is a position below one person and above ten thousand people?He has as much face as I have. What’s the big deal about flying first class? Do the administration dare to reject the two itineraries?

The angry Xiao Cheng crossed his legs.

At this time, passengers in the economy class also began to come up, Xiao Cheng crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

When Qu Ziyue was passing by with her schoolbag on her back, she found that the president was asleep, so she walked over quietly and found her own seat. Since the ticket purchase time was relatively late, there were no seats left for online check-in, so he I chose a middle position between the window and the aisle.

On the left is a grandfather, on the right is a young and beautiful girl.

The more timid the tune was, for fear of crowding grandpa or making the beautiful girl uncomfortable.

Everything was normal, Qu Zi Yue took out from his schoolbag and printed out two papers downloaded from HowNet with a company printer in the morning, and took notes while reading them with a pencil.

When I first started to look at the second copy, meals were distributed on the plane.

Qu Ziyue packed up his papers and notebooks, put down the small table, and waited obediently for the feeding, waiting for the elegant stewardess to hold the old godmother and ask him: "Do you need hot sauce?"

On the other side, Xiao Cheng's plane meal has been set on the table.

Originally, Xiao Cheng didn't eat plane meals very much, most of the time he would sleep on the plane, but today he didn't refuse, he looked at the meal put down by the stewardess.

Spicy chicken, mapo tofu, eggplant and beans, and even potato shredded pancakes.

It seems to be not bad, the dishes are all spicy, the drink is served with jasmine tea, and there are small desserts.

"I wish you a pleasant meal, and call me whenever you need it." The stewardess put down the tissue and gave a standard professional smile.

"That..." Xiao Cheng said suddenly: "Excuse me, I want to ask what is the meal in the economy class today?"

The stewardess was obviously taken aback, wondering if she disliked the first-class meals?

"Today is the noodle set and Yangzhou fried rice set."

Xiao Cheng nodded, looked at his meal, "Can I still upgrade now?"

"Ah?" The stewardess smiled awkwardly: "This, sir, this is the best seat on this flight."

Xiao Cheng immediately explained: "That's not what I mean, I want to give, give the staff an upgrade."

The stewardess was relieved, "Yes, sir, can I be next to you?"

"Okay, I don't know his current seat number, his name is Quzi Yue, the opera's Qu, surpassing Yue."

A few minutes later, Qu Ziyue, who was waiting for the stewardess to feed him, was brought to Xiao Cheng, and the table in front of him was full of various meals.

When he just came over, he saw the economy class passengers who had already received their meals. It was a small box of staple food and yogurt buns.

"President."

Xiao Cheng pretended to be relaxed: "Sit down, the stewardess just said that the free upgrade coupon in my VIP account is about to expire, so I have to use it up quickly."

Airline stewardess:……

"Really! Thank you, President!" Qu Zi was so happy that he was flying first class for the first time, and started to eat after putting away his schoolbag.

Xiao Cheng faced the window and smiled, and said to the stewardess: "Please pour me a Coke."

Qu Zi Yue looked up: "I want to too!"

After eating and drinking enough, Qu Ziyue took out the papers and notes to read again, and read them very slowly, especially when he saw the experimental data, he took out his notebook and compared them for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Cheng asked.

Song Yue stopped the movement in his hand and raised his head: "The thesis is due this month, I haven't finished it yet, and from the current point of view, the repetition rate is too high, I guess there will be a lot of changes in the future, alas."

The song became more and more annoying.

"What's your topic?"

Qu Ziyue showed him his notebook: Based on management psychology, he explored issues related to internal control of enterprises.

Xiao Cheng nodded, turned his head and continued to look out the window, complaining in his heart that after so many years, writing a graduation thesis for a management major is still so nonsense, a group of students who have never been in a company are exploring the issue of internal control of the company.

I thought back then that I majored in essential oils in business administration, and the thesis I wrote was also related to enterprise management. In the defense, I got the second score in the whole major, but my father laughed out loud after reading it.

Xiao Cheng couldn't help laughing, and now he also feels that the paper is full of fantasies, and landing is a disaster.

And it has been more than eight years since I graduated from university, eight years, so long, it feels much longer than the previous [-] years.

Qu Ziyue was quite student-like at first, but now that he is taking notes on the thesis, it is even more unimaginable that he is actually his assistant, the assistant to the president of Apor Group. Problems, business, life.

At such a young age, he was able to resist such work pressure and shoulder the work of two people alone.

Such an assistant must be retained, and he cannot be allowed to leave.Xiao Cheng thought.

Upgrades, small things, in the future, the president will spend a lot of money on it, and the little assistant will definitely follow him wholeheartedly.

Xiao Cheng fell asleep in a wild dream, half dreaming and half awake, feeling that someone had lowered the back of his chair, he moved his shoulders, and fell asleep with peace of mind.