No one in the conference room dared to say a word, so Guo Ranran said again: "Director Xu, if you want to assign tasks based on head count, only assign tasks to one person in our department."
The leader was very dissatisfied and said: "What? You said you were not allowed to pull or stretch your skin and muscles, and now you start pulling in front of me?"
Guo Ranran shrank his neck and stuck out his tongue. : "How dare I? I'm just afraid that I won't be able to complete the task and fall behind."
The leader smiled. He doted on Guo Ranran, a post-00s generation, and said without criticism:
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“In that case, let’s group up. Wang Zixu, you are the only one in your department. You temporarily go to Xiaoguo’s department, and you two will receive the task as a group.”
Guo Ranran turned back and glanced at Wang Zixu. She was quite disappointed with this arrangement, and she hoped that a younger person in her department could be assigned.
The leader looked at Wang Zixu and said, "You have no objections, right?"
Wang Zixu also has his own department work. If you want to ask if he has any opinions, he must have them. However, since the inspection is a major matter now, he can't say anything. He can only lightly nod in agreement.
The meeting ended like this. After the meeting, Zhang Cannian ran to Wang Zixu’s office, sneakily, and after complaining, he whispered to him:
"To be honest, I feel you are quite wronged. That girl is so young, she should be allowed to come to your department. If you go to her department, how will you work? Let her support the table?"
The prince paused slightly with his hands empty and said: "It's just a temporary group. You are thinking too much, Lao Zhang."
Zhang Cannian said: "Hey, I didn't think much about it. I just think it's aggrieved for a young girl to yell at you in front of a veteran like you."
Zhang Cannian is what the leader calls "some old comrades who are retiring soon." He was five years away from retirement and had no hope of promotion, so he did nothing. Because he was senior, no one dared to arrange things for him to do.
Every day when he goes to work, he wanders around various departments and chews his tongue. When he returns to his office, he uses his computer to trade stocks and mentor new people. He is quite happy. He was the one who introduced Wang Zixu to Zuo Ziliang last time.
Wang Zixu said: "Guo Ranran's personality is a bit more lively, which is the vitality of a young man. He doesn't look like someone who uses a chicken feather as an arrow. Just get things done, and I have no objection."
At this moment, Guo Ranran pushed the door open and came in. As soon as Wang Zixu finished speaking, she heard something. Although it was vague, she guessed that he was talking about herself, and her face suddenly darkened.
“Zhixu, Director Xu just divided the tasks of our group, let’s divide them again between the two of us.”
Zhang Cannian immediately said: "Ah? Xiao Guo, what are you talking about? You also called Wang Zixu?"
Guo Ranran stared at him: "Then what should I call him?"
"You don't know how to call Wang Zixu? Section chief? "
Guo Ranran said: "Yes, but he is not the section chief?"
Zhang Cangnian was speechless, looked back at Wang Zixu, his eyes seemed to say, "You have suffered enough", and turned around to go out.
Guo Ranran’s cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were a little moist, and she said angrily: “Did I offend him?”
Wang Zixu said: “Don’t you want to discuss the inspection task with me? Let’s split it up.”
Guo Ranran pursed his lips, put the list in his hand on the table, and began to share tasks with the prince.
Guo Ranran is a post-00s generation, and what she often talks about is "post-00s rectification of the workplace."
The so-called rectification of the workplace generally refers to breaking down barriers and purifying the atmosphere. But those born after 2000 naturally do not have this ability. The so-called "post-00s rectification of the workplace" is just pushing out tasks that should not be assigned to them.
But Guo Ranran is even more dwarfed in her operation. Not only does she push out tasks that do not belong to her, she also pushes out work that belongs to her.
Guo Ranran just came to work and didn’t understand anything, which was pitiful. For the sake of efficiency, he had to take over all the work.
He not only shouldered all the tasks of his own department, but also shouldered part of Guo Ranran’s tasks.
After dividing the list, Wang Zixu did some calculations. From today to the formal inspection the day after tomorrow, he would have to work overtime until late at night to complete the work at hand, and he had to work ahead of schedule.
In short, it is impossible for Wen Ao’s private work to continue.
He first called his wife to tell her about working overtime, and listened to her complain for a while. Then he sent a message to Zuo Ziliang, saying that he would take three days off.
Zuo Ziliang was very reasonable and agreed to leave, saying that he could keep his perfect attendance, but asked him to come back on time to write the manuscript, otherwise his perfect attendance would be deducted.
It was the first time for Guo Ranran to make inspection materials, and he didn’t understand many tasks. Every half an hour, he went to Wang Zixu’s office with the materials to ask him.
Wang Zixu felt that this was not a problem, so he simply moved all the information to Guo Ranran's office. He sat in the seat of their section chief, communicating while working.
Guo Ranran was not a bad person, and she worked overtime with him until late at night, but she couldn't stay up late and couldn't open her eyes at night, so Wang Zixu simply asked her to go home first.
After working overtime for two consecutive days, I finally made up the materials. I can barely cope with the inspection. Whether I can pass or not depends entirely on my performance on the day of the inspection.
When the day of inspection came, early in the morning, the director led everyone to the door to greet him. After waiting for ten minutes, a black official car stopped at the door, and a group of leaders in suits and ties got out. The director held hands with the leader and said a few words before leading them in.
Next to him, Zhang Cangnian came over and whispered in Wang Zixu's ear: "This is Lin Feng."
Wang Zixu was stunned. The leader in a suit and leather suit looked to be in his thirties, with a successful man's back hair and a meticulous tie. He looked high-spirited. He has the charm of a mature man. But not like a scholar, more like a leader.
Zhang Cannian whispered in his ear: "He still has melons, I will tell you later."
The leader took the inspection team into the conference room, and Wang Zixu's mission was finally over. After returning to the office, Zhang Cangnian rushed over happily and said:
"Do you feel strange?"
Wang Zixu said: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Cannian said: "Lin Feng is only 35 years old, and he is already in a leadership position, and he can also lead a team to inspect."
Wang Zixu said: "Promotion is quick."
Zhang Cannian said: "Do you know why? Because he wrote good articles and published them frequently, he became familiar with the leaders. He got in touch with a leader and promoted him."
Wang Zixu said: "Oh."
Zhang Cannian said: "His articles My writing is not as good as yours. Why don't you publish it?"
"I'm just a career editor. Even if I publish, what promotion can I get?"
Zhang Cangnian waved his hand, laughed at his honesty and said, "Maybe you can solve the identity problem."
While they were talking, the inspection team over there came out of the conference room, with Lin Feng walking at the front. The leader introduced them into Wang Zixu's office, and introduced with a smile: "This is our Xiao Wang, he is a business editor. Let's start with their department, there is not much content."
Wang Zixu quickly stood with his hands tied. He put all the documents to be inspected on the table in advance.
Lin Feng walked into the office and looked around. His subordinates picked up the documents on the table and looked through them with ease. Lin Feng was pacing in the office with his hands behind his back.
He stood still in front of Wang Zixu's table, glanced at Watanabe Junichi's "Paradise Lost" placed on Wang Zixu's table, and reached out to pick it up.
“Is this your book?”