I really don't want to be a male god

Chapter 151 150. Brother, shall we talk?
It didn't take long for Tomson Group's fast-moving employees to come out of the elevator.

Tang Chenhao went out in person and stood at the door together with the group's beautiful receptionist. When anyone came down, he would show him the way and ask him to thank Zhang Fan.

Those who are willing to thank you can leave work early with a bonus, and those who are unwilling to thank you can go back to work obediently.

The first person to thank Zhang Fan was a young man who was about the same age as Zhang Fan. He bowed to Zhang Fan respectfully, and then said "Thank you Mr. Zhang" with an extremely sincere smile on his face.

After the first person started, the people who came down from the elevator consciously lined up in a long queue, bowed to say thank you, and then went to the front desk to register to leave work early...

Zhang Fan also doesn't want face. Although it is for the completion of the task, face is still necessary.

He held up a corporate magazine of Tomson Group in his hand, and buried his face behind the magazine. From time to time, after receiving thanks, he would hold the magazine and nod his head, saying that you are welcome.

Not long after, dozens of people thanked each other and walked out of the company, but Zhang Fan found that on the task panel of the system, the number of thanks was still only three, which meant that none of the dozens of thanks was sincere. , all invalid thanks.

Since it was useless, Zhang Fan would like to ask Tang Chenhao to stop the thank you ceremony, but as soon as he put down the magazine, he would probably be photographed and posted on the Internet. After all, this kind of weird thank you ceremony in line is the only one in the whole network.

It doesn't matter if people talk about Zhang Fan. Anyway, all kinds of discussions about him have never stopped. The main reason is that he doesn't want to be considered crazy, even if he is a stranger.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for letting me wait for the social workers to get off work early." A little girl wearing thick glasses that looked like the bottom of a wine bottle bowed her hands to Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan found that his gratitude value, which had not increased for a long time, finally increased. a little.

How many employees would really care about Zhang Fan's kindness to the group? Isn't it too funny to talk about promotion and salary increase?
It is more practical to leave work early, oh yes, there are bonuses.

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for letting us leave work early and receive the bonus."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for allowing us to experience a different kind of happiness."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for accepting my thanks..."

With the rhythm of the little girl in the front, the colleagues in the back saw that Zhang Fan was always covered by magazines, and the content of thanks gradually went astray.

But these thanks all have one thing in common, that is, they are basically not very sincere...

After accepting the thanks of hundreds of people, there are only two effective thanks recorded on the system task panel... The effective rate is less than [-]%, which is outrageously low.

Going on like this is too inefficient, but this attempt is not meaningless, at least it ruled out a way to get thanks.

A few occasional thanks are not enough to complete the task. He has to find a way to speed up the process of this magical thank-you ceremony. With an idea, Zhang Fan stood up from the sofa holding the magazine in his hand. The magazine in his hand still blocked his handsome face. .

"Everyone, listen to me. The thank you just now is a test done by Mr. Zhang and your group. The test has been carried out so far, which is enough to prove that your group's execution ability and comprehensive quality are first-class. There is no need to continue the rest of the test. Is this good, I'll count one, two, three, just say thank you together, and then you can go home from work."

"Ham, let me tell you, how could there be such a strange request?"

"Let's go, let's go play ball before it gets dark!"

"It turns out that this is not Mr. Zhang, but Mr. Zhang's assistant."

Zhang Fan held the magazine with one hand, stretched out his finger with one hand, and shouted: "Three, two, one!"

The employees of Tangchen Yipin who lined up in a long line shouted "Thank you Mr. Zhang" in unison. When they shouted these four words, their expressions were just like the perfunctory expressions of the young couple when they thought about something and didn't want to.

It is conceivable how difficult it is to obtain sincere thanks with this attitude. Unexpectedly, there are so many people in the crowded hall who can effectively thank only one.

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief when the people in the hall turned around and walked towards the gate of the group office building. He sat down and took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his jacket, and told Tang Chenhao that if he had no thanks, let it be. Can't live.

It was a waste of time and inefficient, so Zhang Fan decided to think of other ways.

Like a farce on a whim, the thank you meeting was cancelled, and Zhang Fan took advantage of the chaos to sneak out of the group by sneaking into the off-duty army.

After getting into the car and fastening his seat belt, Zhang Fan sent Tang Chenhao a message to tell him, and drove directly towards Binhai Building.

It's not too late, and most companies haven't finished get off work yet.

One day later, the number of people who came to interview from the Extraordinary Advertising Company was much less, and the recruitment information on all major platforms was closed. The people who came to apply again probably had been here before and had no round of interviews.

Although the Extraordinary advertising company has long been saturated with staff, the new company Extraordinary Live also needs to recruit people, so they will not refuse those who come for an interview.

Walking into the company, Zhang Fan saw that it was not his girlfriend Jiang Xiaoxi who was registering resume information at the front desk, but a young personnel specialist of Tianmiao Group.

"Interviews are in line at the back, thank you." The little girl was busy sorting out a large pile of resumes in her hands, and guiding those who came from behind to fill out resumes in the office or wait for interviews, she was so busy that she didn't even bother to raise her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone jumping in line and walking over, and subconsciously said "queue up".

"Are you Xiao Wang from Tianmiao Group? Are you planning to change jobs with Mr. Tang?" Zhang Fan asked with a smile.

The skills and experience of his company management were copied from Tang Miaomiao, and Tang Miaomiao's knowledge and understanding of Tianmiao Group was also copied, including the company's employee information.

So Zhang Fan recognized her at a glance, but when she raised her head to look at Zhang Fan, she couldn't recognize him at all. Opportunity to contact Zhang Fan.

"Handsome guy, do you know me? But I'd like to trouble you to line up at the back." Personnel Commissioner Xiao Wang couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan more. She even wondered if Zhang Fan was some idol superstar. .

But with so many people queuing up, she finally asked Zhang Fan to "enforce the law impartially" and queue up at the back.

"Haha, I didn't come here for an interview, I just work in this company." Zhang Fan explained with a light smile, and then continued to walk towards the office inside.

"Handsome, please wait a moment. You are the shortlisted interviewer yesterday, right now. The company has no spare office space, and you won't be able to start work until next week. Please understand."

Perhaps it was Zhang Fan's good looks, or perhaps it was the special treatment given to the company's employees. Xiao Wang, the human resources specialist at the front desk, stopped what he was doing and explained to Zhang Fan with a smile.

Zhang Fan smiled and understood that she had misunderstood. Just when he wanted to reveal his identity, standing outside the gate of the Extraordinary Advertising Company, a middle-aged brother with parted hair and an unlit cigar in his mouth said to him Zhang Fan waved.

"Brother, come here and I have a few words to talk to you."

(End of this chapter)