Quick wear: the blackened boss is fierce and clingy

Chapter 135 Great God, Your Wife Was Abducted Again 10
Seeing the resume clutched in Tang Shu's hand, Gu Yunting said with a gentle smile, "Miss Tang, I've already read your resume, and it's pretty good."

Tang Shu: ?
The girl blinked her eyes in a daze, her eyes were a little dazed.

To be honest, she didn't believe it herself.

Where is it?
Is it that she has excellent professional achievements that are not in line with your company, or is it special that she has damaged vocal cords and cannot speak?

Tang Shu guessed wildly for a while, and the other party asked again: "Do you have any expectations for our company's position and salary?"

After a second of silence, Tang Shu shook her head slightly.

So Gu Yunting folded his hands, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "The company happens to be short of a temporary manager, I wonder if you would like to do it?"

broker?
Tang Shu was a little taken aback.

This major is a bit too inappropriate, and she even doubts the other party's professionalism.

Gu Yunting: "Don't worry, the working hours are not long, from [-] am to [-] pm, there is a two-hour break at noon, and no extra time will be taken up."

"As for the salary, 2 a month, what do you think?"

Tang Shu was stunned.

She silently said to the system: All, is this some pyramid scheme?

How can there be such a good thing?
Tang Shu tilted her head slightly.

So weird.

The system said responsibly: [Dear, you can agree, this is a legitimate company]

Tang Shu was stunned for a moment, and in the end she could only attribute this to the fact that the per capita salary of large companies is high?
Since the system said there was no problem, Tang Shu was relieved.

She nodded towards him.

Gu Yunting smiled, and handed the contract he had prepared in advance to Tang Shu: "This is the contract, and you can go to work the next day after signing it."

"This is the artist's information." Gu Yunting pushed another document to Tang Shu, "Xiao Song is usually a little disobedient, and it is not easy to take care of young people when they are rebellious. Miss Tang is a teacher major, maybe she can Hold him."

Tang Shu glanced at the other party with a slightly strange gaze, and this explanation was actually a little bit reasonable.

She read the contract, and found that there was no problem, it was all in her favor, and there were no traps.

Tang Shu signed the contract.

Then, Tang Shu opened the artist file.

The artist the other party asked her to bring was... huh?Song Xinghe?

Tang Shu was stunned.

Song Xinghe, the teenage idol that the original owner liked since the second year of high school.

I have liked it for three years, now Song Xinghe is 19 years old, and the boy group has also disbanded, but Song Xinghe's popularity is still very high.

If Tang Shu remembers correctly, Song Xinghe is still one of the top stars in the entertainment industry...

She is a temporary worker, and she brings top-notch artists when she comes up?
Tang Shu blinked her eyes in distress. She really needs this job, but your company's behavior makes her feel conspiracy.

If the system hadn't said it was legal and could be signed, Tang Shu would probably turn around and leave, there is a trap!And it's a giant pit!
Alarm bells were ringing in her head.

However, the next second, the other party suddenly sighed: "You and your mother look alike when you were young."

Tang Shu was stunned.

Gu Yunting smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, my wife and your mother were good friends when they were young."

Tang Shu blinked, surprised.

But the confusion just now has also been easily resolved.

It turned out that the other party was looking at the friendship of the older generation.

The original owner's mother passed away when she was very young, and she didn't know much about her mother, so she didn't know how to answer her.

After a pause, Tang Shu took out her mobile phone and typed on it: [Thank you]
Gu Yunting took a look, paused for a moment, and then seriously set his gaze on Tang Shu's throat.

"Your vocal cords?"

(End of this chapter)