How Did I Become a God

　　Haike is a small company, the office area is not large, you can see the head at a glance.

　　 Fatty Luo couldn't help snorting coldly as he watched Jing Gao walk into Mr. Wei's office.

　　 Now, the well-known in Haike company may have some background. Regardless of official or economic. Otherwise, the exhibition manager of Henghu Medicine does not need to give him such a face.

　　 People with a little background like this are not a minority in the capital to work low-key. Doesn't the wife of the world's richest man Buffett also do ordinary jobs?

　　 However, he thinks that Mr. Wei should still have some way to "cope" Jing Gao. Anyhow, he is a multimillionaire.

　　 Little comrade, "borrowing a knife to kill" is not so fun.

　　DiDi.

　　 Fatty Luo was thinking, and his mobile phone WeChat rang. Suddenly leaned back in the chair and looked over.

　　 is a small group of their project managers.

　　 "@罗胖子, Lao Luo, what's the matter? Why did Jing Gao suddenly propose to resign?"

　　 "Lao Luo, what good did you do? Come out and talk. (smirk expression)."

　　Itaka has just submitted the resignation application form. It can be seen in Haike's office system. All relevant screenshots are posted to the group.

　　 This is actually no less than the explosion of a depth charges.

　　 Everyone knows the "story" of Jing Gao during this period, and it can be seen that the company intends to reuse him. As a result, he is leaving?

　　 Fatty Luo replied one by one, "Fart."

　　 "Lao Tzu helped him realize the bonus of 50,000 yuan after he was busy, and this grand thief just repayed me like this."

　　 "Mr. Wei is talking to him, he has something to look at. You can wait and see."

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　　 In Wei Zhengyuan’s office. The sunlight from the window came in, and the crowing of the birds in the woods of the Science and Technology Park could be heard.

Wei Zhengyuan was wearing a white striped short-sleeved business T-shirt and trousers. His lanky figure was slightly shorter than Jing Gao. He walked out from behind his desk with a smile on his face and shook hands with Jing Gao, "Jing Gao, how are you. Sit down." "

　　 Speaking of which, this is the first time Jing Gao has a private conversation with the company's general manager. However, Jing Gao, who has passed the adaptation period of Shenhao, naturally cannot feel any discomfort in front of the boss of a company with a scale of ten million.

　　 When it comes to social status, Mr. Wei's cards may not be as good as Gong Cheng, the head of the branch of the Universe Bank.

　　 "Mr. Wei, hello."

　　 Wei Zhengyuan looked at Jing Gao, who was sitting calmly and relaxedly on the leather sofa. His attitude was really not like an ordinary employee, and he whispered Fatty Wei for being stupid. Will he offend such a person? This may refer to the son of someone.

　　Wei Zhengyuan said kindly: "Jing Gao, let me first declare that your resignation salary and compensation will be settled normally. Then, it is not convenient for Fang to ask the reason for your resignation? I still hope you continue to work in Haike."

　　 drank a cup of tea and said, "I quit my job to start a business."

　　 He actually has no expectations for the April salary settlement.

　　 From Haike's point of view, his behavior contained a certain degree of "deception." Haike worked hard to help him deal with the "real-name report", but he resigned on the first day of his return. No interest in playing for Haike anymore.

　　 It's normal for people to get stuck.

　　 And such things as resignation compensation, depending on the company, some companies need to be laid off. Some companies will voluntarily resign.

　　Haike belongs to the former.

　　 This manager Wei is still very angry. He actually didn't intend to tear his face over the half-month salary and his former boss.

　　 As for the dilemma of suing Luo Fatty in front of General Wei, he is not so unreasonable. He and Fatty Luo have no hatred.

　　 Wei Zhengyuan knew that his "fate" with Jing Gao was exhausted when he heard it, and followed this topic for a few words, "What are you going to do? I'm happy to help if you need it."

　　Jing Gaowan refused: "Thank you Mr. Wei for kindness. I am engaged in venture capital, and the company has been established. The project is in the stage of review."

Wei Zhengyuan listened to his heart, he pondered for a few seconds, and said: "Mr. Jing, I have a friend who is in the travel industry. He is currently short of funds and is looking for investors everywhere. Do you have time this Friday? We are at Jinghe Club. Meet up and talk? It doesn't matter whether you are successful or not, you should get to know each other and sit and drink tea together."

　　Jinggao subconsciously wanted to refuse. He didn't like business entertainment. But when I heard that the tourism industry was showing some interest, I asked: "What about it?"

　　Isn't he thinking about those places for fun recently?

　　 Wei Zhengyuan suddenly felt that there was a spectrum, walked back to the desk and took a box of Chinese cigarettes, and handed one to Jing Gao. I lit, took a sip, and said with a smile: "My friend is a tourist town. It's similar to the Gubei Water Town in Dongyun District.

　　 He set up a tourist town on the outskirts of Beijing, Xianghe, with an annual output value of nearly 100 million. He recently broke the capital chain. I was so worried that my hair turned white. "

　　 Cigarette passing is a common way for men to get closer.

　　Jinggao didn't pick up Fatty's cigarette, so he wouldn't refuse Wei Zhengyuan. After lighting the cigarette, he took a light breath and realized what Wei said in his words: the amount of funds required is about tens of millions. After pondering for a while, he said: "Okay, meet and talk."

　　 The business model of a tourist town, he certainly doesn't understand.

　　 But as a god, who didn't find a beautiful place, a whole farm, and the dream of living a few days leisurely?

　　 can get in touch with this line.

　　 Wei Zhengyuan laughed, and said, "Mr. Jing is really happy. Oh, this is my business card." Handing the card to Jing Gao with both hands, his attitude became more and more diligent.

　　 Jing Gao smiled and answered, "I haven't printed my business card yet. Let me call Mr. Wei's number."

　　At this time, Jing Gao found that he not only needed to apply for a mobile phone card for his business, but also to print his personal business card.

　　 After leaving his personal contact information, Wei Zhengyuan was in a good mood and sent Jing Gao to the door of the office, and shook hands with him, "Mr. Jing, I will send you off after the formalities are completed.

　　 The two staff members passing by just heard this and were shocked. Mr. Jing? What the hell?

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　　 Sending Jing Gao away, Wei Zhengyuan smiled, and sat back to his desk ~www.ltnovel.com~ First, take the landline to call Finance and explain his opinions. Then, after thinking about it, I called a friend.

　　 "Oh, old Wei, call me in the morning, what's the matter?"

　　 "Pharaoh, I have good news here. I have a friend who is a venture capitalist. I am a little interested in your situation. In Jinghe Juju this Friday afternoon?"

　　 "Okay. Oh, old Wei, you have helped me a lot. Don't worry, when the investment is negotiated, your benefits will be indispensable."

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　　 Jing Gao returned to his seat and packed his personal belongings. Look at the process, the approval has been completed within ten minutes.

　　 He went to the finance to sign and get the money. Then you can leave.

　　 Fatty Luo sitting in the seat was a little dumbfounded. Just now, Finance called to urge him to quickly approve Jing Gao's resignation application. He asked and learned that Mr. Wei had personally called to confirm Jing Gao's salary and resignation compensation.

I go!

　　Mr. Wei, I'm still counting on you to give my brothers a nasty anger.

　　 Luo Fatty looked at Jing Gao who opened the door of the financial room. His WeChat group has exploded frantically. He is being dissed.

　　 "Lao Luo, you can't do it! Do you hear what is called Mr. Wei for sending Jing Gao? Mr. Jing!"

　　 "@罗胖子, that's it, that's it. Lao Luo wants us to wait and see. This..."

　　 "The scene of a large-scale rollover."

　　 "Lao Luo's face will be swollen."

　　 Your sister! dry! Fatty Luo is really going to yell at these gloating gangs. How does he know what's going on?

　　 At this moment, he saw Mr. Wei's office door open, and the company's brother walked towards Jing Gao with a smile, "Mr. Jing, I will send it to you."

　　 Fatty Luo almost didn't come up at once. He estimated that it would take many days to laugh at his colleagues.