Nurturing Manual

Seeing the young man smiling at himself with his face up, Zhang Zhiyuan felt that Assistant Chen's suggestion was quite good. He should keep him by his side first, and then make plans when he is mature.

Everyone has made an appointment, Zhang Zhiyuan intends to fulfill his promise last time, take his little lover to dinner, and choose an expensive restaurant in the city center.

After getting along a few times, Shen Huan basically understood the temper of the gold master's father. He was rigid and dull. When he couldn't find a topic, he chose to remain silent.

Zhang Zhiyuan could be silent, but he couldn't.After taking the money, he has to do a good job for the boss. Even Shen Huan is a novice, but he knows very well that this support is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After passing this village, there will be no such shop.

Just as he was speaking, perhaps Zhang Zhiyuan felt that the atmosphere was too dull, so he opened his mouth first, "Last time you said you studied accounting?"

"Ah."

There was a knock on the door, and after the episode of serving food, Zhang Zhiyuan asked again, "How old are you?"

"Sophomore."

"Did you take the certificate?"

"Just finished the junior and CMA exams." Shen Huan vaguely felt that the script was wrong, why did he feel like being asked about his studies by his old father.

Zhang Zhiyuan nodded, helped him hold the food, and signaled him to eat, "Take your time, you are still young, and the CPA exam has to wait until you graduate."

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Zhiyuan said, "Do you have any plans for an internship? Would you like to go where I am?"

Shen Huan felt that he was hugging his thigh, and it was only the first day, so he arranged work for him, "I'm afraid I'll embarrass you if I see you." Shen Huan also casually said modestly.

Zhang Zhiyuan smiled, "Although the Internet industry has the best development prospects now, I still want to give you a solid foundation. Are you willing to work as a cost accountant in an industrial enterprise?"

The cost accounting of industrial enterprises is one of the most tedious accounting positions, and many fresh graduates will not think about it at all.Shen Huan was engrossed in his meal, and when Zhang Zhiyuan said this, he looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Don't worry about letting me be a student as a cost accountant."

"It's not like you were asked to be the master account as soon as you came here. First, stay with the old accountant in the industry for a while to see how others do it. There is nothing to worry about. If you can't do it, don't you still have me? If you have any questions, you can ask me .”

Shen Huan bit his chopsticks and nodded, he was really afraid of embarrassing Zhang Zhiyuan, but Shen Huan was very happy when he heard the sentence "Isn't there still me?"

Regarding Shen Huan's future arrangements, Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't stop once the conversation started, "In the future, if you yearn for the development of management accounting, you will get started faster with the previous foundation."

Shen Huan listened quietly, not even his family members had planned for him.Zhang Zhiyuan speaks at a steady speed and with a deep voice. It is a pleasure to listen to him, "I have to suffer a little bit in the early stage of industrial cost. I was also a cost accountant of the industry myself."

When he looked up, seeing the child staring at him in a daze, Zhang Zhiyuan wondered if he shouldn't be talking to Shen Huan about this, "Does it sound a bit boring?"

It is true that I have never seen a financial sponsor who cared about the study of the little lover as soon as he came, but Shen Huan didn't think it was boring, but rather liked the feeling of being arranged by the older people.

Shen Huan tilted his head, "No."

Zhang Zhiyuan coughed lightly, and looked at Shen Huan with some distress, "What do other people talk about when they take care of them?"

Shen Huan was always asked this kind of question, and he couldn't answer it. It wasn't the first time for either of them.Shen Huan put away his stupid look, and put on the look that a little lover should have, "I don't know what to talk about, but I know what to do."

"Oh?" Zhang Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, waiting for Shen Huan's next words.

Holding his harmless face with both hands, Shen Huan said unhurriedly, "I can sleep with my godfather."

"Cough cough..." Zhang Zhiyuan coughed violently, his eyes avoided Shen Huan, his ears were stained with a layer of crimson, "This... you can take your time."

Shen Huan, "???" Shen Huan didn't understand Zhang Zhiyuan's meaning for a while, what does it mean to take your time.

The atmosphere that followed became solemn again, and Zhang Zhiyuan was relieved only after sending Shen Huan back to school.

Assistant Chen took a peek at the rearview mirror. The boss was leaning back in the back row, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Mr. Zhang, did you not enjoy having dinner with Master Shen today?"

Zhang Zhiyuan sighed, "No, it's just that I don't know how to chat with young people."

Assistant Chen clicked his tongue. Shouldn't this kind of question be posted by the little lover to please?Still need his boss to worry?

Hearing Zhang Zhiyuan ask again, "What exactly does Baoyang do? Is there no book that I can learn from?"

Assistant Chen had really been with Zhang Zhiyuan for some time, and he also knew his temper. When he said such words, he seemed serious, and he was really distressed.

But he still couldn't help complaining in his heart, he still needs to read books for reference, isn't it just sleeping with the little lover, buying and buying for the little lover, a material and realistic carnal relationship, why should he look at the stars and the moon with Shen Huan, from poetry and songs? Fu talked about the philosophy of life.

But Assistant Chen didn't dare to say it, so after some consideration, he said, "I can ask my niece for Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Zhiyuan sat up straight as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "Then you can ask now."

In front of Zhang Zhiyuan, Assistant Chen called his niece, a little tactfully, a little unspeakably asked, "Linlin, uncle asks you a question... Do you have any textbooks?"

Assistant Chen's niece over there thought that his uncle had taken the wrong medicine, "Uncle, have you become rich, who are you going to take care of?"

Assistant Chen's head hurts, and he doesn't bother to explain, fearing that his description will become darker, "No, you answer uncle's question."

The little girl clicked her tongue, "How can there be such a thing? Aren't the president's novels all about nurturing? You still need to learn this kind of thing?"

Assistant Chen, who grasped the point, promised to send pocket money to the little niece, and quickly hung up the phone, then turned to Zhang Zhiyuan and said, "Mr. Zhang, you can read the novel written by the president."

Now that there were textbooks to learn from, Zhang Zhiyuan seemed less at a loss and nodded. Assistant Chen understood, and a stack of novels appeared in Zhang Zhiyuan's office the next day.

Zhang Zhiyuan has a strong learning ability, as long as it is something for young people, he will learn it, keep pace with the times, and enrich his self-cultivation.

It was the time when the Internet was developing in full swing, and Zhang Zhiyuan learned how to use modern equipment, such as computers, mobile phones and digital products, after being teased for not being able to type or surf the Internet.

But after he learned it, he didn't want to use it. This is the same as you can cook, and you can cook but don't want to cook.

Even now, he is still not used to using a mobile phone, and often uses a landline.Not to mention things like electronic files, the company's internal documents are all made of paper when they are handed over to Zhang Zhiyuan, and even the president's novel prepared by Assistant Chen is made of paper.

These days, Assistant Chen entered Zhang Zhiyuan's office several times during his breaks, and he could always see his boss sitting upright with a book written by the president, reading it seriously and taking notes.

Assistant Chen pushed his glasses and looked at it calmly. There was already a thick pile of notes in the notebook. Before Assistant Chen could speak, Zhang Zhiyuan asked first, "Assistant Chen, help me to see, what is this? Isn't that the case?"

Assistant Chen took the notebook handed over by the boss, it was quite heavy.As soon as the pitch-black cowhide case was lifted, the first page read "Nursing Manual" in large characters, and Assistant Chen felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

Bite the bullet and turn back, he still underestimated Mr. Zhang, he didn't copy the full text at all, he sorted out the full text in total, listed various examples, and finally summarized his understanding of the novel.

The paper I wrote on was as thick as a pinky knuckle, and it seems that Mr. Zhang has read a lot.Assistant Chen secretly thanked himself for his excellent professional quality, and was able to browse through the outline without expression, and finally nodded solemnly, "It's ok, Mr. Zhang."