“I know that Mr. Jiang is Renyi. He directly provided the planning ideas without even negotiating the conditions. The more Mr. Jiang behaves like this, the more grateful I should be.”
Liu Jiaming was indeed overly excited last night. After leaving the reception, he went back to the company directly and started asking his secretary to call people.
That night, Jiaduoji’s management took advantage of the darkness to work overtime to develop new promotional materials and determine the design concept of the new packaging. It was not until this part of the work was completed that Liu Jiaming had time to ask He Yijun for Jiang Qin’s phone number. Number.
So, they made an appointment to meet at seven o’clock tonight. The two of them met at Longkai, and He Yijun accompanied them as an introducer.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qin smiled slightly and said to himself that Mr. Liu’s call was quite timely. Otherwise, if I get Wang Laobao out, I will cry to death?
He reached for a piece of paper from the table, folded a paper airplane, and threw it out the window.
This action actually reflects his current state of mind, taking advantage of the wind and setting sail, flying farther and farther.
“Hey, where is the document on the latest management regulations for the entrepreneurial base that I put on the table?”
At this moment, Professor Yan opened the door and walked in. He looked at the empty table with a puzzled look on his face.
Lao Yantou hasn’t gone back since he used the air conditioning in the summer. After all, September has not yet passed and the weather is still hot and dry, so he works here most of the time.
Yesterday afternoon, he spent three hours writing a copy of the latest management regulations for the entrepreneurial base. He originally planned to arrange for a student to help input it into the computer today, and then print it out and send it to various activity classrooms, but why did he lose all his efforts in one night?
Hearing these words, Jiang Qin stopped smiling and turned to look out the window: “Professor, do you believe it might have grown wings and flown?”
“Nonsense, come here and help me look for it!”
“How about we go look outside? I guess it’s unlikely that we’ll find it in the house.”
“I put it in the house yesterday, how could it possibly escape.”
When I returned to Shenzhen, the bed was moldy and I went out to stay in a hotel temporarily. It was amazing!
Bang, bang, bang, rummaging through the boxes, Professor Yan was searching silently, as if he wanted to dismantle 208. Jiang Qin was frightened and thought, should I tell the truth, that document had already been stacked and flown away.
But just when he was about to speak, Professor Yan suddenly slapped his forehead and felt suddenly enlightened: “Did I not write at all?”
Jiang Qin: “?”
“What’s going on with my memory? Is it Alzheimer’s disease?”
Professor Yan muttered to himself for a long time, finally confirmed that he probably didn’t write it, then shook his head and left 208.
Jiang Qin was stunned for a long time. He was a little unconfident because of Professor Yan’s sudden realization. He thought to himself, “Did I never fold an airplane at all just now?” I just fantasized about it for a while.
He coughed, stepped out of the entrepreneurial base, and looked around outside the green belt.
When he saw a beautiful paper airplane soaking in a puddle, Jiang Qin fell into silence for a while. Forget it, just pretend he didn’t see it. Professor Yan didn’t write it in the first place, and he admitted it himself.