The President's Sweet Trap

It's been some time since I came back from Langkou village. Nanqingchen has been locking himself in the house without dripping water or letting anyone near.

Lu Qing and Ji Ming are worried. They guard outside in turn for fear that he suddenly has something to do and can't find anyone.

Another day, Lu Qing sat on the stairs on the second floor with a document in his hand and a laptop next to him. In recent days, all the company's affairs have been pulled down because of his wife and boss. That is, the cooperation of foreign companies is to let the managers of the company go on behalf of them.

He Tong, who signed the contract, was there waiting for him to have a look, and the things in the contract were already being done. Not only that, they are also preparing the new products of the company for the next quarter. Huanyu Group has begun to publicize these things. They still use the resources found by the boss, but they are very angry.

There are their messages on the messages pushed by the computer. There are also hot searches on the Weibo for several days, all kinds of pictures and all kinds of boasting. The designers of SNB rolled their eyes. That's 666? A group of salted fish that can only shout 666.

Their things obviously have a lot of bugs, and they are not friendly to people with short fingers. A little meat in their hands may get stuck. How painful it would be to die a little meat in the. What's more, the new products in the next quarter are not yet in autumn. They have begun to sell. It depends on what they do at that time.

Just a little ~ they don't believe it. Those people of Huanyu Group can keep the ring hot until winter. After a few days, it won't be fresh. Who cares what new products you are or not. I finished the press conference in such a scribble to see what they would do.

Although Lu Qing didn't speak, he agreed with them very much. It was originally a new product in the next quarter. In order to get back to the first floor, the designers of the world should cry. There is more than a month left for them to redesign a work with a larger style and good meaning, which will die!

As like as two peas think, the cost of the increase in sales is that designers will discuss three sessions a day, and work overtime to find inspiration. In three days, they obviously lose a lot of circles, hang two dark circles all day, and send their own design draft to their boss.

After reading their design draft, the boss was very satisfied and killed all of them. He dragged them into the conference room for a meeting. They were lying on the table one by one, and no one paid attention to him at all.

"Say it! Who else has any opinion? " The boss stood at the front and encouraged them to say their ideas. But they lie lazily on the table. The computer in front of them has no power off.

She sighed and sat on the waiting table tired. "Do you think I want to hold it so tight?" Who knows that their president took out the ring without discussing with the board of directors and sold it hot. The sales quota of the company is increasing day by day, but who can think of their hard pressed people.

"Come on, who has new ideas? Who can think of them? I'll invite you to Sanya for three days."

The people below waved their hands, "boss, even if we are invited to Europe for ten days, we can't. You don't see how many design drafts we have handed in these days. We work overtime in the company during the day and at home when we go home. Boss! We are so bitter! "

Suddenly, the voice of ghost crying and wolf howling rang through the whole conference room. The boss took out two regiments of cotton from his pocket and stuffed them into his ears. He half opened his eyes and looked at them vaguely, raised his hand and yawned, "don't sleep, hurry to get this done, and I'll apply for paid leave for you."

"OK -" the feeble voice thought of it irregularly, dragged the ending, got up from the table, staggered for two minutes and climbed back, "why was I so nervous and learned design." Also into the world group, this hell like place.

The boss who was about to speak was also very helpless. After thinking about it, he decided to let them have a good rest before continuing.

He lay on the table tired and fell asleep.

Nan Chunjie, who came down to inspect the work, looked for a long time and didn't find the people from the design department. He asked other people. They said they saw the people from the design department go to the conference room for a meeting. But the meeting has been going on for a long time, and I haven't seen them come out. It should still be in the conference room now.

When he knew the news, he didn't stay much. He went directly to the meeting. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the people sleeping together. There were many design drafts on the table, all of which were jewelry designed by them. It looked very different from what the company was selling now, but they were all done in a hurry, without any aura or desire for people to buy.

"Hand in your design draft!" Sitting in the front, the Minister of the design department frowned and talked vaguely in his sleep. His tone was very strict. It seemed that he was having a dream.

He gently put the design on the table and woke up the design director.

She suddenly wanted to come over and opened her eyes. She saw Nan Chunjie suddenly occupy it, stood up and wiped her face to prevent her saliva from falling asleep, "president." Her face was still with a newly awakened ignorance, and she tried to open her eyes to make herself sober.

"What are you doing?" Nan Chunjie opened his mouth and turned to see the countdown time on the projector. He vaguely understood something.

The minister gave a sound, turned around and saw them still sleeping. He suddenly understood, coughed loudly, raised the voice by two altitudes, and raised the microphone, "president! We are discussing the design draft, ha ha... "

The last few sounds broke because of modesty. The sharp tone caused the discomfort of the microphone and made a harsh sound. Let them suddenly wake up, cover their ears, cry a face and say, "boss! What are you doing! Even if we wake up, we don't have to... "

When he opened his eyes and saw Nan Chunjie, he suddenly woke up, stood up from the stool and said respectfully, "good afternoon, president."

After hearing the sound of the microphone, the minister still smiled, closed the microphone, put it on the table and smiled, "how did the microphone get into my hand? Who put the microphone in my hand? Say it! "

A man said awkwardly for a long time, finally closed his mouth, stood with his head down and a guilty heart, and secretly annoyed that he could do such a thing in front of the president. It was obvious that he was lying to the president. When it was over, he would lose his job.

How can others talk at this time? One head is almost hanging to the ground. I want to find a seam to drill in. Sleep during working hours, how can you be so sleepy! Although I'm so sleepy that I can't open my eyes, but! Still can't sleep at work.

The minister thought about how to explain their sleep to the president, and heard him say, "clean up, it's time to get off work."