After arriving at the General Department, he did not encounter any trouble. The supervisor was a 35-36-year-old lady, surnamed Yang, with a very gentle personality. There were about 12 or 13 employees, most of whom were the same age as Han Qian. The deputy supervisor was older, about 40 years old, a greasy uncle.
Han Qian spent the whole morning observing the atmosphere of the General Department.
Idle!
Very idle!
Basically no one was busy. Occasionally, a few documents would be typed and sent to other departments, and then there was nothing else to do. Some watched movies and some played games, but this did not make Han Qian feel comfortable and comfortable. Now he was not qualified to enjoy these. He wanted to go to the Planning Department. Only in the Planning Department could he find opportunities. The Planning Department was like a battlefield, while this place seemed like a nursing home.
At noon, they did not seem to have the intention to go to lunch. Han Qian stood up and asked his colleagues around him softly how to solve the lunch here.
"Hungry? Let's go together. I don't want to go either."
This colleague seemed to be easy to talk to. They got to know each other after a brief exchange on the way from the General Affairs Department to the restaurant on the first floor. The young man's surname was Su, and he was a few months younger than Han Qian. He had just been in the company for two months, and he didn't know what specific work the General Affairs Department had to do.
Printing a few documents every day was considered work, but Sister Yang was very busy every day, and no one knew what they were busy with.
In the restaurant, we met Manager Song from the Human Resources Department, Song Jing, and we smiled and greeted each other. Rongyao's food was good. Han Qian ordered a bowl of rice and Su Liang a bowl of beef noodles. When the two were about to start eating, Song Jing came over with two bottles of juice.
The juice was placed in front of Han Qian, and Song Jing asked with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
"Han Qian... Actually, Mr. Yan is a very nice person. I heard that you were transferred to the General Affairs Department. I'm sorry. I gave you the contract to go to the Planning Department, but the General Affairs Department is also very good. It was established after Mr. Yan came to the company. It's very idle when there is no work, but once it gets busy, it will not be a small matter. If you don't want to stay, I will transfer you to the Planning Department in a few days."
Han Qian smiled faintly.
"It would be best if you can go to the Planning Department. If you can't go, you can't force it. Going to the General Affairs Department was Mr. Yan's order this morning, and I can't refuse it, right? I just want to work hard and learn while I'm young. If possible, please trouble Manager Song."
Song Jing smiled and shook her head.
"It's okay. This is also my job. Then you eat first. I still have some things to do."
What can happen in the middle of the day? Han Qian smiled and nodded, got up to see Song Jing off. When he sat down again, Su Liang looked at the two bottles of juice on the table and said softly.
"Brother Qian'er doesn't like working in the General Affairs Department? Life here is easy and the salary is higher than other departments. Why bother going to the Planning Department? If you don't tell me, just ignore my question. I'm not interested in this anyway. I just want to know what misunderstandings there are between Brother Qian'er and President Yan, hehe."
Han Qian smiled helplessly.
"When I first came to the company, I was unfamiliar with him and was almost bumped into by President Yan. I didn't know him at the time and we had a big fight."
Su Liang's face changed as he finished speaking. He leaned forward and whispered.
"Someone had a fight with Mr. Yan at the elevator door a few days ago. I heard that Mr. Yan's hair was pulled. Brother Qian'er, could it be you?"
"If you say it happened on Friday, it must be me. Stop gossiping and have dinner."
"Brother Qian'er is a real hero!"
Su Liang added and lowered his head to eat noodles. He looked like he was not worried about being implicated at all. It was unclear whether he was heartless or easy-going, but Han Qian could not laugh. He suddenly thought about whether Song Jing from the HR department came here to help Mr. Yan to get some information. If so, it would be a disaster. Yan Qingqing would never let him go to the planning department.
Melancholy!
In fact, Han Qian's guess was correct. Song Jing left the restaurant and trotted to the general manager on the 14th floor. Standing outside the door, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
"Yan...ah!"
Before she could say the second word, a folder was thrown over, brushing against Song Jing's waist, scaring her so much that she stood still and dared not move. Yan Qingqing said angrily with anger in her eyes.
"The planning department has a bunch of rubbish? This is the plan they gave? Do they think everyone else is stupid? As long as this project falls on our heads, Changxiang will cheat us to death during the bidding. He will build a commercial building for his grandmother. Will he buy this pedestrian street? Go to the pedestrian street to watch the plane take off?"
Song Jing picked up the documents on the ground and put them back to the desk, then stepped back five or six steps and stood far away. Yan Qingqing sighed and made a phone call. It would have been better if she didn't make the call. After learning the result, she collapsed even more.
Vice President Wen of Changxiang used his family's relationship to solve the problem. If Changxiang couldn't be the victim, Rongyao would be the one to take the blame. There were only two large real estate companies in the city. The government would never go to those small companies, and the small companies would not touch this hot potato.
Yan Qingqing exhausted all her strength, rested her chin on the desk and looked at Song Jing pitifully.
"Sister Song, what should I do? Now we just need an imperial decree to let Rongyao take over this hot potato. It will definitely be a loss-making business. Forget it, it's useless to ask you."
Song Jing smiled awkwardly, lowered her head and whispered.
"Boss Yan, this project and planning are not my strong points. You should ask Vice Boss Kang."
"Him? He can't wait for me to go down. By the way, I asked you to ask Han Qian about his affairs. I feel a little guilty about sending him to the General Affairs Department."
Yan Qingqing seemed to have no strength at all, and she spoke weakly. Song Jing recalled Han Qian's appearance just now and replied softly.
"I checked this person's affairs. He got into Changxiang Group with fake academic qualifications. In less than a year, he became famous in Changxiang's planning department. Later, he seemed to be a private consultant for someone. He still wanted to go to the planning department, but not too strongly. He was more mature than his age."
"Planning department? I want to burn the planning department down. He wants to burn himself? Eh? He knows planning?"
"He seemed to know a little during the interview."
"Got it. Go ahead and get busy. Tell Xiao Yangjia to notify the people in the planning department to make a plan. The project department should also give me an answer as soon as possible. If they can't make it, don't go home. Remember to prepare dinner for them."
Song Jing nodded and left the general manager's office in small steps.
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