The rebirth confession failed, the school beauty is anxious

Zhou Chen nodded in response to the staff.

The cleaning lady is cleaning the office.

Seeing Director Zhou enter the office, she smiled and said: "Morning, Director Zhou..."

The cleaning lady is about fifty years old, with gray hair, sallow complexion, and looks very sick.

"morning…"

Zhou Chen smiled slightly, then sat on his chair and asked: "Auntie, did you have a physical examination before entering the company?"

The cleaning aunt looked panicked, lowered her eyes and said: "I... I've had a physical examination... I'm very healthy!"

"It's good to be healthy..."

Zhou Chen smiled and immersed himself in processing the documents.

After the cleaning lady left, he picked up the landline and dialed Xue An's extension number.

"Dr. Zhou..."

"Old Xue, come to my office!"

Three minutes later, Xue An arrived at Zhou Chen's office.

Xue An came to the desk, lowered his head slightly and said, "Dr. Zhou, do you have any instructions?"

Zhou Chen raised his head and stared at Xue An, "Is there a designated hospital for our company's physical examination report?"

Xue An was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, our current policy is that only a physical examination report is required!"

Zhou Chen continued to ask: "Does the employee pay for it at his or her own expense or does the company pay for it?"

“The employee will advance the payment first and then reimburse it after joining the company!”

Xue An looked at Director Zhou in confusion, wondering why Director Zhou was suddenly concerned about this matter.

"This cannot prevent employees from forging physical examination reports. We have to find a medical institution to cooperate with us to find the true data on employees' physical conditions!"

"Okay, Director Jay, I'll make arrangements as soon as I get down..."

"The cleaning lady who cleans my office doesn't look very good. Find someone to take her to the hospital for a re-examination. If there are no major problems, let her stay and continue working. If her physical condition is not satisfactory, then give her three The monthly salary will be dismissed!”

Zhou Chen didn't want to see anyone get into trouble in the company.

Not only will it lead to lawsuits, it will also affect the company's reputation.

Xue An was silent for a moment and then said: "This eldest sister was just recruited two days ago. Do you want to give her three months' salary?"

Zhou Chen nodded and said, "Just give it three months. Just think of it as a good thing. Be more careful when recruiting people here. We are indeed short of people, but we must also standardize the company's system!"

"Okay, Director Jay, I will strengthen the recruitment system!"

"Well, you go and do your work first!"

Zhou Chen smiled slightly and continued to sign various documents.

Busy morning at Wanchen Holdings.

In the afternoon, I took Jiang Shuran and Pan Zhi to Wanchen Entertainment.

Twelfth floor, Tower D.

This place used to be an Internet company that made portals.

Less than two months after its establishment, it ran away because of a broken capital chain.

Currently, there are only eight people in Wanchen Interactive Entertainment.

Yang Sen, Jiang Jinsong, Feng Dong, and five others are partners of Yang Sen's music website.

"Brother Chen..."

"Brother Chen..."

When Yang Sen and others saw Zhou Chen, they all gathered around to say hello.

The other five people stood up and called out to Jay Chou.

Zhou Chen noticed that a full set of branded musical instruments had been purchased in the office.

There is also an expensive-looking grand piano.

Zhou Chen asked with a smile: "Did these instruments cost a lot of money?"

Yang Sen scratched his head: "Three hundred and fifty thousand..."

Feng Dong explained with a smile: "Brother Sen said that our company has the word 'Wan Chen' in it, and the musical instruments must be high-end, and we can't lose Brother Chen's face..."

"Hello everyone, is this Wanchen Interactive Entertainment?"

Suddenly, a nervous male voice with a local accent came from the door. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with shoulder-length hair parted in the middle. He carried a guitar behind his back, and his eyes were narrowed into a slit. I don't know whether he was short-sighted or short-sighted. There is something wrong with your eyes.

Zhou Chen turned around and looked at it for a moment, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Have you forgotten this talented singer?