Hit workers refuse to fall in love with BOSS

Xiao Cheng took the water and asked him suddenly: "Do you know who the developer of this shopping mall is?"

"I know, it is Weicheng Real Estate under the Apor Group, and it is currently managed by your uncle Xiao Feibai." Qu Ziyue said.

"This matter has something to do with my uncle, and it may even be his handwriting. How do you think I should deal with it? Should I continue to respect him?"

The more Qu Zi didn't expect the president to ask him such a personal and profound question, he didn't know how to answer it for a moment, hesitated for a while, and Xiao Cheng was about to say it was over.

Qu Ziyu suddenly said: "I think that the respect between two people is not innate. It cannot be said that you can naturally gain respect from others as a son or nephew. You still have to do something every day without slack. To earn people's respect."

The more Qu Zi saw that the president's expression did not change, he just looked at himself like that. He had been exposed to the sun all afternoon, and his lips were a little chapped. .”

"Very well said." Xiao Cheng laughed suddenly, and unconsciously raised his hand.

Naturally, he grabbed the safety handle on the roof of the rear seat.

To die, I almost put my hand on someone's head.

"Ziyue, go back and make an announcement for me. At eight o'clock in the evening, call Jenny and Luo Fei's department directors and above employees for a meeting. At the same time, an announcement will be made that the store will open on time. I will go to the Shenzhen branch to inspect tomorrow." undertaking arrangement.

Jenny is the CFO of the company. When she was young, she made a name for herself in the Big Four, then she dropped everything and went to Wall Street to stay for a few years. After becoming famous, she returned to China and joined several start-up companies. The listing rate was as high as [-]%. He stayed for six years, and was Xiao Cheng's teacher in managing enterprises.

Luo Fei is an old employee of the company, step by step from a front-line store operation to the position of COO. Without him, Xiao Chengneng might not be able to withstand the pressure of the past three years to secure the position of president, and the more Quzi came to the position of president Before doing it, he worked under Luo Fei for four months.

The operation department revolves around data, and Qu Ziyue has also exercised his sensitivity to data.

"Ok."

The more Qu Zi looked at Xiao Cheng's side face, he could hardly hide the tiredness between his brows and eyes, his eyes were indeed bright and shining, as a company manager, he was working hard to earn the respect of his employees every day.

He is a good president and a good man, just like Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao.

After casually having a meal near the hotel, I went back to my room to prepare materials for the evening meeting.

As soon as the video was connected, Jenny clicked on the topic: "The financial statements of several branches in the Southwest region for the whole year and the first quarter of this year have been sorted out, and the data will be sent to you first, so that your people can look at it."

"OK, the materials are getting better and better, let me tell you about some problems that have been confirmed during this business trip." Xiao Cheng wiped off the tiredness on his face, and shared the materials he had just sorted out on the video screen.

Qu Zi Yue didn't have time to make meeting minutes, so he turned on the recording on his phone and began to read the data sent by the finance department.

At first glance, there is no problem. The cycle and turnover of each project are normal.

Combined with the time point that he told the workers next to the mall this afternoon, Qu Ziyue screened out the various expenses one by one and compared them, and found that the first batch of expenses took a lot of time, and the second batch of expense approval and the first batch of expenses took another time. It is very close, and it is understandable that there are many places to spend money in the early stage.

However, in April, there was an expense. The details were a large number of products with low unit price and high quantity, which seemed to be offsetting the account.

At this point in time, another money-raising event happened, the matter of the logistics park in the Southwest Region.

Qu Ziyue is not a financial major, and because of the confidentiality of the financial department, he has no opportunity to rotate. He also doesn't understand many places, and he only makes judgments based on relevant business data.

After briefly looking at other parts, the meeting at Xiao Cheng's side has come to an end, and the chief financial officer under Jenny is analyzing with him the possible causes of these abnormal data.

Xiao Cheng was also holding an iPad and a pen to record key words.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Cheng thought for a moment and made his own decision: "Weicheng seems to have been linked with our electronic products for the past few years, but in fact it has been out of management for a long time, and it has not even participated in the year-end inventory. Relatively perfunctory. Now, I want to start a comprehensive investigation of Weicheng, and I will start a third party, which requires the cooperation of the teacher and Luo Fei. The content of today’s meeting is completely confidential, and I hope everyone supports it.”

At this time Luo Fei spoke: "President Xiao, there is something I need to confirm with you and Jenny."

Xiao Cheng understood what he meant, and asked the others to go back first, Qu Ziyue also turned off his computer tactfully and went back to his room softly.

Luo Fei: "Xiao Feibai has [-]% of the shares in his hands, and Weicheng was brought up by him. If there is bad news after this matter deepens, the impact on Apor and Weicheng will be immeasurable. , he and you are blood relatives, I must confirm with you whether I can bear the consequences of this matter."

"Okay. Teacher, Brother Fei, you all know how I got here in the past eight years. [-]% is indeed a lot, but it is not unbearable. Teacher and I will handle this part of the matter well. You can let it go." Do."

After Xiao Cheng finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curved upward: "Today, someone told me that to maintain a relationship, to be respected and loved requires continuous efforts, not because of whose nephew I am, who I will always respect him unconditionally. And, as a boss, I should also be responsible to the front-line employees, right? These unaccounted-for funds will eventually become employees and become an IOU in the hands of migrant workers."

"Who told you that?" Jenny's tone was gossip.

Xiao Cheng stammered for a moment: "It's... a friend."

"This friend should be a fan of Director Ang Lee." Jenny said.

Xiao Cheng: "Huh?"

Jenny: "This original sentence should be said by Ang Lee. The original sentence refers to family relations, 'I became a father and a husband, but it doesn't mean that I can naturally get their respect. I still have to die every day. To earn their respect, to meet a certain standard, that's one reason I don't slack off.'”

Xiao Cheng laughed and skipped this topic, and quickly hung up the meeting.

Xiao Cheng thought to himself that this kid is quite literary, and Xiao Cheng's current working hours have determined that he is separated from his spare time and literary hobbies. Back then, he was also a literary youth who walked the Sichuan-Tibet line.

Xiao Cheng called Qu Ziyue over, packed his things and asked him to go back to rest, and go to the branch office tomorrow morning, and cut the color for the new store by the way.

Qu Ziyue held Xiao Cheng's umbrella for too long during the day, and now his arms are sore, he took a shower carelessly, and lay on the bed without drying his hair.

This environment is too strange, too big and too luxurious, Quzi is so sleepy but can't sleep.

But whenever he changed to a small hotel or a home for seven days, he would fall asleep right away.

Unable to fall asleep anyway, Leaning on the bedside to listen to the song, he took out the recording of memories from the night and turned on the laptop to tidy up.

Ten minutes later, the song curled up into a ball and fell asleep on the head of the bed. The computer screen saver was still emitting a faint blue light.

And what's more hypnotic than a meeting?

At two o'clock in the morning, Qu Ziyue was woken up by the sound of walking in the corridor, and found that the computer was still by his side, so he quickly turned it off and wanted to put it on the bedside table, but his neck... why couldn't he move?

When I was sitting there wondering if I had a stiff neck and what to do, I heard a door opening, which seemed to be the CEO's room next door.

Qu Zi Yue walked to the door with his head tilted, and looked out through the peephole. The president was standing at the door with his trouser pockets in his hair, his hair messed up like a bird's nest, and his expression was not very good.

He quickly opened the door.

The two said in unison: "What's wrong with you?"

"Air conditioning is broken."

"I fell asleep."

It turned out that Xiao Cheng woke up from the heat in the middle of the night and found that the air conditioner was broken. The summer heat in Shenzhen drove him crazy, so he had to call the front desk and tell the front desk.

At this time, the front desk called and said that the rooms on this floor were fully booked or there were reservations for tomorrow morning, so I had to go to the lower floors, and the rooms would be slightly smaller.

The more I heard the song, I hurriedly said: "No need, CEO, you can sleep in my room, I'll change to another room or sleep on the sofa."

"That sofa is also very big." Qu Zi Yue added.

Xiao Cheng saw that his neck was tilted, his hair was dull, and the bags under his eyes were protruding.

"Forget it, I'll sleep on the sofa." Xiao Cheng is not some overbearing boss who is very picky about these things, he just sleeps on the sofa, and he often sleeps on the sofa in the office.

Qu Ziyue exclaimed that it was absolutely impossible, but Xiao Cheng had already walked into Qu Ziyue's room on his own, and sat down on the sofa.

Qu Zi Yue walked over with his head tilted: "President, you can sleep on the bed, I'm small, this sofa is a bed for me."

"You..." Xiao Cheng saw that he tilted his head, was still wearing a loose old T-shirt as pajamas, and was still barefoot.

This is poor.

Xiao Cheng: "Sit down."

"Ah?" Quzi looked at Xiao Cheng more, then sat down obediently with an oh, probably because he agreed to let him sleep on the bed.Let the president sleep on the sofa and sleep on the bed by himself, and there is too little self-cultivation of an assistant.

"Turn around." Xiao Cheng said.

The more the song turned, a pair of warm hands were pressed to the back of the neck of the song, and he shrank suddenly because of his nervousness.

"Ah..." Qu Zi cried out with pain in his eyes.

"Relax, don't shrink back, I'll give you a massage, it will be fine in a while." Xiao Cheng gently stroked his shoulders, let him relax, then nimbly pressed and squeezed his shoulders and neck.

The song felt very itchy at the beginning, and after a while, it started to feel a little painful, but it was very comfortable. The president's hand is so big and still very hot. Every time I pressed it to the sore point, I felt muscle pain after the pain. relax.

After pressing for a while, Xiao Cheng tried to fix his head with both hands, making him straighten his neck, "Does it hurt?"

"A little bit."

"Move yourself a little bit," Xiao Cheng said, got up and walked into the bathroom. After a while, he came out with a hot towel and sat back to his original position.

Fearing that the song would make him more nervous, he said softly, "Apply a hot towel, this is the most comfortable."

Ah, the president is so gentle, it seems that when he was sick before, his mother always had some way to make him more comfortable, gentle, firm, like 'coaxing a child' to make him obedient and obedient.

A warm towel was attached to the back of the neck, and after a while, Quzi became more comfortable and took a deep breath.

"It's comfortable." Xiao Cheng said with a smile.

"Ah."

The towel became cold soon, Xiao Cheng took it off, leaned forward and asked him, "Is it better?"

"It's much better," Qu Ziyue still didn't dare to twist his neck greatly, and squinted at Xiao Cheng: "Can I apply another piece?"

Xiao Cheng had no choice but to purse his lips and smiled: "Yes."

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