“Here’s to the boss.”
After drinking the wine in the cup, Ye Ziqing picked up the chopsticks: “Where’s Zhou Zhenhao, what does he think of this matter?”
Cui Yiting was silent for a moment: “He didn’t speak. He probably didn’t have anything to say. You probably don’t know. In fact, after we joined LaShou, Zhenhao often asked me a question, which is, when Suixin Group encountered a crisis, why did we go there? Ask Jiang Qin for advice.”
“He has been holding a grudge for so long?” Ye Ziqing was a little surprised.
“Yes, when we started our business, there was a boss who called Jiang Qin Mr. Jiang and Xiao Zhou, and his mentality began to become unbalanced. Later, the two of us went to ask Jiang Qin what to do, which completely hurt him. Self-esteem.”
Ye Ziqing raised his eyebrows slightly: “Then he probably won’t be able to do it now.”
“Yes, now if someone says that so-and-so is worse than Jiang Qin, I will only think that person is very powerful.”
At the same time, at the Shenzhen market branch, group employees were holding a celebration banquet, exchanging glasses of wine with each other, and the atmosphere was lively.
Zhu Jinfu held the wine glass and clinked glasses with people everywhere, making himself tipsy and smiling even more.
Kang Jingtao also asked him how to turn defeat into victory. It’s not easy. Just join the group fight. Wouldn’t it be enough to turn defeat into victory?
“Mr. Xu, when will I have the chance to meet the boss?”
“I don’t know this either.”
“Hey, what a pity. I thought the boss would have to come to the celebration banquet no matter what.”
Xu Kaixuan couldn’t help but look at this old man in his forties: “Mr. Zhu, I find that you want to make progress.”
Zhu Jinfu was stunned for a moment: “I have always wanted to make progress, but that man named Kang came too late. If he had come last year, I would have joined the group last year. Oh, by the way, I also wrote a letter to the boss. poetry.”
“You can also write poetry?” Xu Kaixuan was surprised.
“Of course. Listen, the east wind blows and the war drums beat. Who has the great Mr. Jiang been afraid of? He hits the hand with his left hand and steps on the crowd with his right foot. He scares the enemy so much that they dare not move!”
Xu Kaixuan took a closer look and frowned slightly: “The number of words in each paragraph is different. It seems to be the lyrics.”
Guan Shen glanced at them from the side: “This is not even a jingle…”
“I’ll send it to Mr. Jiang for a look.” Xu Junkai burped, took out his phone and edited a text message.
“What did Mr. Jiang say?”
“Mr. Jiang also said it was a good poem and asked him to print it out and put it on the wall.”
“…”
At this moment, the door of the sub-station was pushed open, and Song Xiong walked in from the outside, bypassing the hilarious crowd, entered the marketing manager’s cubicle, and began to pack his things silently.