ace female assistant

Chapter 13 Mud, Can't Support the Wall

Shengtian's labor contract clearly stipulates how the sales performance and commissions will be distributed.This customer came to find Cai Xinyuan. If Cai Xinyuan wasn't around, then whoever won it would get the performance.

Cen Qinghe didn't think that after Li Huizi won the order, she would give up the performance to Cai Xinyuan, so she couldn't help but think too much.

It's just that there is no other way at the moment, she can only go and come back quickly. When she got back, Li Huizi hadn't settled the order yet.

Thinking of this, Cen Qinghe walked out quickly, stopped the car and went to BJ Road.

BJ Road is not far from her place of work, and it takes only ten minutes by taxi, but the traffic conditions in Night City, especially during rush hour, are so congested that people can sleep on it for a beauty sleep.

Cen Qinghe sat in the back seat, looking at the time on the phone frequently, and it had been dawdling for twenty minutes.

Halfway through the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number with no name saved, Cen Qinghe connected and said 'Hello'.

A woman's voice came from the phone, and she asked, "Xiao Cen, have you arrived yet?"

Cen Qinghe was stunned for a moment before recovering, knowing that she was a colleague from the sales department, so she replied aloud: "Not yet, the traffic jam is quite serious, and I'm still on the road."

The woman seemed quite lucky, and hurriedly said: "Xiao Cen, I heard from the supervisor that you went to buy desserts for us, thank you in advance, but there are some people here who don't like burning jelly grass, can you please bring us other desserts?" ?"

What's the meaning?Do you really use her as an errand?Cen Qinghe didn't speak out immediately, but she also knew that she would not hit the smiling face with her hand, not to mention that she was new here, so it was impossible to take the initiative to offend others.

She could only reply with a faint smile: "Oh, okay, what do you want to drink?"

For double skin milk, add coconut instead of red beans, add more raisins instead of coconut, add more honey for roasted grass jelly, more sugar and less acid in lemon tea...

There are dozens of employees in the sales department. It is no exaggeration. This woman has almost a dozen different requests.

Cen Qinghe's side was already smiling, but the woman who hadn't reported her name on the phone didn't give her a chance to refuse after speaking, and quickly said: "Then trouble you, Xiao Cen, I still have something to do here. Hang up first."

Cen Qinghe sneered while holding the phone, is this the so-called bullying newcomers in the workplace?
The car moved forward at a slow speed of several meters per minute, which made her very anxious. Cen Qinghe was in a hurry, and finally asked the driver for directions, got off the car temporarily, and drove over by himself on the '11' road.

Fortunately, the rest of the road is not long, Cen Qinghe ran and bumped, and successfully found the dessert shop that Zhang Peng mentioned.

It was really popular here. There were people queuing up early in the morning, and there were six or seven people in front of Cen Qinghe. She waited for a few minutes to get in line.

Because the things she wanted were so many and miscellaneous, the clerk had to prepare them all, and she stood where she was, full of anger.When these things were bought back, the day lily was cold, and she was even more sure that Zhang Peng had paid her out on purpose so that Li Huizi's performance could be handed over.

Just as he was thinking, the mobile phone in his hand rang again, and it was still an unfamiliar number.

Cen Qinghe thought it was another colleague who called to tell her, but after getting through, it turned out to be Zhang Peng.

He asked aloud, "Xiao Cen, are you back?"

Cen Qinghe glanced at the clerk who was packing bags of things, and replied with a light smile: "No, it's still in the shopping place."

Zhang Peng said: "Come back quickly, the French client needed you to communicate."

Cen Qinghe pretended to be surprised and asked: "Isn't there other colleagues entertaining?"

Zhang Peng said: "Xiao Li said that the French customer spoke slang, and she couldn't understand it."

Cen Qinghe smiled, "The client speaks a Norman dialect, which is very common in French, why can't he understand it?"

Zhang Peng also seemed to be in a hurry, and urged, "Come back first, just buy whatever you want, and don't make customers wait too long."

"Okay." Cen Qinghe hung up the phone with a sneer in his heart.

She didn't say that her colleagues asked her to bring a lot of things, so why would Zhang Peng say that it's okay to just buy something?It really is 'up and down together'.

Carrying two big bags of desserts, Cen Qinghe returned to the sales department.Someone came to pick her up and told her that the client was in the lounge.

Cen Qinghe walked quickly to the door of the lounge, breathed a sigh of relief, and then knocked on the door.

In the room, both Zhang Peng and Li Huizi were there, and the French man was sitting opposite them. There were desserts and drinks on the tea table, but it seemed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Seeing Cen Qinghe, Zhang Peng got up immediately, and said with a light smile, "Come here, Mr. Wensen has already taken a fancy to a duplex in Ninghai Bay and a high-end apartment in Baiziyuan, and now he is hesitating which one is better. , come and introduce me."

Cen Qinghe walked over, greeted Wen Sen, sat down opposite him, and communicated with him in fluent Norman dialect.

Zhang Peng had something to go out halfway, but left Li Huizi sitting where he was.She has stayed in France for five years, so she can speak, but she can only listen to [-]% of what Vincent said.

It's okay if it's just a normal communication, but after all, this is work, and there are often millions or even tens of millions of orders, and she can't tolerate the slightest mistake.

Seeing Cen Qinghe and Wen Sen's unimpeded communication, and even making a few small jokes during the period, the atmosphere was full of enthusiasm, Li Huizi's back was straight, she was embarrassed and ashamed, but she could only accompany her smiling face.

In front of Li Huizi, Wen Sen praised Cen Qinghe's excellent French, and Cen Qinghe smiled and replied: "The French teacher in my university speaks Norman dialect."

She also told him some interesting facts about France that she knew. Wen Sen had a good chat with her, and within half an hour, they finalized a duplex apartment in Ninghai Bay.

(End of this chapter)