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"So he yelled later?"

Lei Fan looked up at the Second Young Master Xia Jing, as if he was thinking about what a shocking scene it should be.

How could anyone dare to go crazy in front of more than a hundred customer service girls?

"Called." Aliya lowered her head to pick up a swimming crab without raising her head: "And she's very unrestrained."

Jing Ershao stared blankly at the porridge hot pot in front of him, as if he had lost his life—although at present, he only lost the highlight of his eyes.

"...tomorrow is a holiday." Lei Fan looked at Jing Ershao and sighed: "Let's face this kind of thing again on Monday."

"Isn't tomorrow Friday?"

"That's right." Aliya froze for a moment: "Friday is a holiday?"

"It's a legal holiday."

"No rest?"

"No vacation, no vacation before."

In fact, the matter of rest, just like weekends, is essentially a recent product.

Weekends only became available after 95. In the generation of Alia's parents, they used to work on single days off, with only Sundays off.

A whole week's worth of chores crammed into one day, and Sunday was obviously not a day off, so it was Sunday of battle, Monday of exhaustion.

And the matter of the time off was even later, it had to be the 99th year of the 'Secrecy Act', that is, the end of the century when it became the light to save the world.

At that time, the weekends were put together, and there was the familiar Golden Week holiday and the famous festival variety show XX Qitianle, but at the same time, there was a system of days off.

Qitianle is certainly fun, but there is also a version bug of 'too dense traffic'. The pressure on the transportation system is comparable to that of the Spring Festival, and there are huge crowds of people on the highway. It is not opened, and it is a special eating method that eats for seven days for a year.

Therefore, in order to fix the bugs in the new version, small long holidays were implemented after 08, and 3 days of the original May Day 2-day holiday were allocated to Qingming and Dragon Boat Festival, and a day off for Mid-Autumn Festival was added, increasing the national legal holiday to 11 days , and finally added a holiday debuff to the 1-day holiday, it seems that there can be three days.

But today’s pace of life is no longer as busy as it was back then. Although everyone ridicules 007 for having no time to die, if young people are really asked to choose, between statutory holidays and overtime pay, most of them will choose holidays—provided they have have to choose.

The Ai Group may be bad in other places in terms of bad performance, but it is just right when it comes to holidays.

Because everyone doesn't want to work overtime, when other companies are promoting the wolf culture, the Ai Group has not been able to keep up.

Although it is a hell joke in terms of commuting to and from get off work on time, it is really unambiguous in terms of enlarging holidays. There is no such thing as a day off.

Aliya didn't know about this before, but now that Lei Fan said this, she immediately slapped the table excitedly.

"Wow - good!"

"... Why are you so happy, miss?"

"Aren't you happy when you're on vacation?"

"No, I usually don't take vacations." Lei Fan wiped the corner of his mouth: "Unless the Spring Festival or the period when the annual audit is over."

For this super hardworking, king of rolls, the Spring Festival is because everyone will not go to work, and the end of the annual audit is because it is really too tired.

Other times, the group is his home and the office is his room—and he does have a lounge in his office, where he usually lives.

The Daping floor of the CBD within the Second Ring Road is a relatively unfamiliar foothold for him.

Migrant worker Aliya dismissed this: "I declare that starting tomorrow, you must have a holiday."

"Declaration invalid." Lei Fan smiled: "Unless you, Miss, arrange my work as the chairman, at present, it is not enough."

"Is it worth it if I say it?"

"It's really not counting now."

"Oh, just wait, don't fall into my hands when you have the ability."

Aliya's threat was fruitless, so she could only ignore this guy for the time being. Anyway, he doesn't need overtime pay for working overtime. Maybe it's really a hobby.

Tsk, generally speaking, even if you shake M, there is no such thing as M, I can't figure it out...

However, Lei Fan's words reminded her that even if she revealed her identity and falsely took the position of chairman, she would not be able to control the group.

The four giants of the group check and balance each other-or in other words, apart from the scattered shareholder clusters in the property department, the real checks and balances should be regarded as the three giants.

Uncle and grandma are in the same group, Aliya's third uncle is in a family, and Lei Fan, the upstart, is the weakest at first glance.

But thinking about it, he was able to stand against Ai Ruhu and Ai Rulin for many years, and he probably wasn't as weak as he seemed...

Lei Fan didn't know what Aliya was thinking, otherwise he would have told Aliya that he had only communicated with Liu Jin from the consumer electronics department before.

He also has a pen of the same style as Liu Jin's, and it was a parting gift from his wife when he went to Berkeley for further studies.

Liu Jin asked him very bluntly if the eldest lady wanted to be the leader of the club. If so, everyone supported her as the leader of the club.

Lei Fan said that the eldest lady has a high vision, and is not limited to the gains and losses of a city and a pool.

The real crux of the problem lies in the group's bloated structure, lack of strategy, and management system full of moths, not just a few high-level gnats.

Let the eldest lady climb up slowly, which is more conducive for her to control all this. Mr. Ai also walked over step by step in the same way back then.

And Alia said—Alia had nothing to say, she could only say how could someone hold a shareholders meeting without wearing a helmet?

Next time, if grandma and uncle dare to force the palace to let her transfer the equity, then she will tell them what will happen to the powerful ministers without helmets in meetings...

Both sides think that everything is under control, and that what the other side needs is growth, but they don't know that this two-way road is destined to run counter to each other.

Only the soft-shell crab in front of Young Master Jing Er was real. He sniffed, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and bit down on the delicious crab with resentment.

Men don’t cry when they cry, even if they are considered to be locked up... woo woo woo... I’m so stupid, really... Is this the feeling of social death...

"Speaking of which, who is in charge of the group's public relations department?" Alia suddenly remembered a detail.

"Public relations department? Miss, you mean the public relations department of the consumer electronics department?"

"Ah."

"I'm not familiar with this. It should be managed by the property department, but I can greet them. I can make the decision in this regard."

To be precise, it can be stuck on the opposite budget...

Those departments are different from the strength of the industrial manufacturing department. The source of financial power and life is pinched by their finance and insurance department.

"Talk to them, invite all the media that can be invited, and I'll see... the day after tomorrow—is it okay on the weekend?"

"what?"

"For the smashing of the washing machine, invite all the media that can move over to watch the joke, don't give money for transportation, anyone who wants a red envelope will blackmail anyone, be tougher."

Aliya spat out a crab shell: "I don't believe it anymore. Now the media will say good things to us. In addition, there are trolls on the Internet who are not allowed to wash the ground. Let this matter ferment, even if our competition The opponent also attacks us, so don't worry about it."

"...Miss, if this is the case, it will be difficult to convince the departments below."

Lei Fan is no longer resistant to things like making the group pornographic in stages, after all, nothing can be broken and nothing can be established.

But in terms of operational logic, this style of play cannot be said to be a redefinition of the style of play, it can basically be said to be R-speed overtaking.

You do this kind of thing, and the people below are not stupid, who will take responsibility for your insanity?

"You won't change the word?"

"What's another way to say it?"

"Internal rectification! Reduce the consumption of human relations, clean up the group atmosphere - all these are the advanced management models proposed by the enterprising Jing Ershao. When he was a bosom friend or a reader, he used to do this in foreign companies. , He learned the essence abroad, and now he is applying what he has learned.”

Lei Fan thought of the familiar summer camps of foreign children and the toilet water that can be drunk, as well as the flexible thinking of throwing sodium cubes into a beaker to calculate the volume.

He looked at Second Young Master Jing suspiciously, if this person really learned this 'essence', then he would have to arrange for him a private horse race with red bean paste in advance.

But just looking at it, he was sure that the other party didn't.

Jing Ershao was on the spot with half a crab in his mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of his eyes, he looked as if he was crying greedily, he was very emotional, but he didn't dare to move.

Even his expression was very painful, with a kind of sadness mixed with grievance and remorse. It can be said that he would be sorry for his current mental state if he didn't immediately fall into the sky.

Lei Fan silently peeled a prawn, and respectfully put it in his bowl as a tribute: "As expected of the second young master, he is really knowledgeable and amazing..."

"Ugh..."

047 - loving father and mean sister

When Second Young Master Jing returned home, the house was brightly lit.

He was carrying a plastic bag, and inside the bag was night snacks, meatballs and fish eggs—of course he didn’t buy it himself, it was given by Alia.

In Alia's words, it means that the group's advantages should not be taken for nothing, and that taking advantage of one's own wool is called reasonable resource allocation.

The dinner in the cafeteria is still at the old price. She swipes Lei Fan's work card, and the executive price is capped at 10 yuan.

For this reason, she did the calculations for a long time, and then felt that she had bought almost four copies of the same style at the unit price of an intern, which was a real profit.

As a result, she took two of the four night snacks, and Lei Fan got one for him.

Jing Er Shao didn't understand, but was greatly shocked, how could he be like Lei Fan?

Do you deserve it yourself?

It's not that he looks down on him, but that he knows Mr. Lei's status, just like what he said, he dares to show his face even in front of his own father.

Under normal circumstances, he should be a little transparent in the corner, and Lei Fan should be the object of a hot woman's wooing to show his intimacy?

Jing Ershao looked at the oden in his hand more than once on the road, and then thought about what she was thinking.

She's implying she's being fair?Very generous?

The final conclusion is that she probably didn't think about anything, but just thought that the supper was delicious...

Sighing, Second Young Master Jing, who was being manipulated by the other party, walked into his villa, and saw a family having dinner at a glance.

His 'brother' is a picky eater, his stepmother is coaxing the child to eat, and his father is drinking soup from a spoon while looking at his mobile phone.

Seeing him come back, Ai Ruhu raised his eyelids: "Where did you go fooling around, and you came back so late?"

"..." Second Young Master Jing didn't want to talk to him, but just looked at the food on the table and snorted coldly.

Instead, it was his stepmother who took a picture of Ai Ruhu, then stood up and went to the kitchen to serve the food: "I keep it for you, it's still warm, do you want to microwave it?"

Jing Ershao looked at her back, took half a second to look back, and then looked at his younger brother.

Ai Lian, An Sanshao, 1.7 meters eight - this (TM) 8 years old?Well he really isn't 8 years old.

However, this height combined with this 'innocent' look still makes the 17-year-old but only 1.6 meters tall and thin Jing Ershao envy or even jealous.

Compared to his elder brother's envy, An Sanshao just stared at the bag in his hand, sniffed it and seemed to smell it.

"What is that? I want to eat!"

Jing Er Shao looked at the bag, then sneered again, for you to eat?dream!

Without saying a word, he carried his pockets and went up the stairs. The spiral staircase was like a passage away from the lights of thousands of houses, entering the darkness upstairs.

Ai Ruhu didn't even ask him to sit down to eat, but just casually looked at the phone, and waited until his wife brought the warm meal before throwing down the spoon.

"He likes to eat or not, can he starve to death?"

"He just didn't eat well on time outside, so his physical development didn't keep up. Look at Xiaoan, how tall is he now?"

"ask for it--"

"You..." My aunt turned back and took a tray, put the meals that had been divided up in it, and carried it upstairs.

"Ah Jing, I opened the door for you, eat it while it's hot, I've been cooking today's soup for a long time, I—"

My aunt stood at the door, holding the tray, she looked at the distorted face of Jing Ershao, and was at a loss for a moment: "I... what's wrong with you?"

"Where are my things?!"

Jing Ershao pointed to the bookcase in his room. The cabinet that was originally full of things had been cleaned out.

"This……"

"Where are my things!!"

He grabbed the stepmother's wrist, and the movement was so loud that the tray was overturned, and the soup and food flew out, which made the latter scream subconsciously.

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, An Sanshao caught up, and then Ai Ruhu, whose face was slightly gloomy, as if he had expected this to happen.

"Let go! What do you mean by grabbing your mother? Who are you going to hit?"

"Where are my things!" Er Shao let go of his hand, his eyes were red, and pointed to the room behind him: "There are so many of them in the cabinet! Where did you put them?!"

"Throw it away." Ai Ruhu snorted: "What's the use of keeping toys that are a mess?"

"That's not a toy! That's a figurine of a game I bought specifically—and where's my trophy?"