The system forced me to eat soft rice [Quick Transmigration]

"I have read all the customer information files you have integrated, and there is no problem." Qin Hezhou sat on the office chair, crossed his hands in front of the desk, and said to Zhang Ming who was standing in front of him to report: Su's bid for that project is made, this list is very important, it is directly related to our sales this quarter."

"Okay, I see. I'll show you after I'm done." Zhang Ming nodded.

In the past few days, the entire department's perception of the new department manager has changed a lot.

Qin Hezhou's attitude towards work is very rigorous, and his business ability is also very strong. The key is that he never puts on airs when dealing with lower-level employees. Every morning, he will arrive at the office an hour earlier than ordinary employees to handle business, and he usually works overtime at night later than anyone else. It can be called a model worker.

And I heard that he graduated from an MBA from a top foreign school at a young age. For such a person, even if you don't open the back door for him, this position will be his sooner or later, and he can go further.

It can be said that he can't find fault with this person, including his appearance and figure.

Under Qin Hezhou's gaze, Zhang Ming turned and left his office.

Qin, dropped out of high school, couldn't find an ID card, was burdened with huge usury loans, lived in a dilapidated rental house, and had to eat soft meals. Hezhou took a sip of his coffee and returned to work.

The reason why he works overtime at night until ten or even twelve o'clock is actually very simple, because he doesn't have a computer at home, and he can't deal with any emergencies immediately. In addition, as long as he gets off work late enough, he won't be crowded into the evening rush hour. It also avoids the morning rush hour.

In fact, it is also possible to let him live in the company. After all, his rental house is not much different from sleeping in bridge holes.

[Dear, you are really miserable, why do you eat so miserablely when you eat soft rice? 】

Qin Hezhou: Isn't it thanks to you?

[Damn it, dear, I don't think it's appropriate to call you a "soft rice man", why not call you a "working emperor"? 】

Qin Hezhou: Shut up.

At noon, Zhang Ming went to Qin Hezhou's office to look for him with the tender he had just completed. He knocked on the door twice, but there was no response from inside.

"Manager Qin?" He said and pushed the door open, but saw Qin Hezhou falling asleep on the table. In his impression, Qin Hezhou was usually either working or preparing materials for the next day.

These few days are approaching the end of the month, and the entire department is working overtime almost every day, and Qin Hezhou works more overtime than anyone else, even hard-working people can't stand it.

Zhang Ming put the documents on the table and left.

After leaving, he sent Qin Hezhou a text message asking him to check and check the documents he handed in later.

·

In the afternoon, in the public office area.

"Have you finished that tender document? Mr. Zhang is urging you." The secretary, who combed her hair meticulously, walked to the desk and asked Zhang Ming.

"Okay, I'll give it to Manager Qin." Zhang Ming said.

When the director's secretary entered the office, Qin Hezhou had already woken up, but his brain was a little groggy just after waking up, especially this short afternoon sleep.He didn't even realize he fell asleep looking at the file.

"Manager Qin, Mr. Zhang asked me to get the bidding document." The secretary said as he glanced across his desk and landed on the document in the upper left corner, "Oh, I found it, here it is."

As she spoke, she reached out to take the stack of documents, and motioned to Qin Hezhou.

Qin Hezhou nodded subconsciously, his ears heard it but his brain didn't respond immediately, the secretary had already left the office with the documents.

About an hour later, he remembered that Zhang Ming hadn't given him the tender. He was about to send Zhang Ming a message, but suddenly saw the line on the computer screen:

"I've put the tender on your desk, and I need you to check it."

So what was that document that the secretary took away just now?Qin Hezhou frowned, the scene just now flashed back in his mind.

"Mr. Zhang asked me to take it..." Take what?

Take a "tender".

These fragments were connected together, and he immediately realized that the unreviewed bid was taken directly to Mr. Zhang's office.

It would be fine if there were no mistakes in what Zhang Ming did, but if...

At this moment, the secretary walked into Qin Hezhou's office solemnly with a dozen folders in his arms, and said, "Manager Qin, Mr. Zhang asked you to go to his office."

In the director's office, the atmosphere was almost stagnant.

Director Zhang stood in front of a row of employees with a serious expression, and beside him sat a man in a suit and leather shoes with an expressionless face on the leather sofa.

He crossed his legs in front of the sofa, resting his chin on his hands, and looked at the people in front of him.

All the employees didn't dare to say a word, because the person in front of them was the general manager of the company's branch, one of the shareholders of Tiansheng Group, and Lu Qi's earliest entrepreneurial partner - Zhai Xiangdi.

"what happened?"

"Why did such an important tender go wrong, you know it is likely to cause us to lose an important customer."

"Is that what the fuck you do?"

Director Zhang said that he couldn't help but swear at the end, which shows the seriousness of the matter.

Facing this scene, no one dared to speak.

And Zhang Ming was even more uneasy standing up, with cold sweat on his back. The root cause of this matter was him. If Mr. Zhang knew that he had made a mistake in that key information, he would probably pack up and leave now.

Cold sweat dripped from the corner of Zhang Ming's forehead. He felt as if he was a prisoner waiting to be executed, just waiting for the guillotine to fall.

"sorry,"

Qin Hezhou broke the weird embarrassment, and Zhai Xiangdi, who had been sitting on the sofa without saying a word, turned his gaze to him.

If he guessed correctly, this person should be the department manager whom Lu Qi told him about before.

Zhang Ming's Adam's apple moved up and down, he knew he was finished.

Next second,

"I am responsible for this matter." Qin Hezhou raised his eyes and looked directly at the angry Mr. Zhang in front of him, "I did not do the final check."

"That's what you did when you first came in?" Mr. Zhang was furious, "Do you know how much the loss of this order will affect our division's quarterly turnover?"

"With tens of millions of sales, can you afford this responsibility?" Mr. Zhang slapped the entire stack of reports on Qin Hezhou's face.

"There is still a remedy for this matter." Facing the papers falling down like flowers from the goddess, he still said without changing his face.

Mr. Zhang: "How to remedy it, you tell me?"

"I can immediately re-draft a business plan. In addition, I will notify the client of the changes." Qin Hezhou said.

"Okay, you guys go back and redo it right now. And if something goes wrong, you will definitely be punished, and it will be deducted from your salary and bonus." Mr. Zhang turned his back and waved at him angrily. .

"Sorry, I understand. I'll deal with it immediately." Qin Hezhou picked up the document and left the office with the entire department.

Zhai Xiangdi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he watched his leaving back.

Back in Qin Hezhou's office, Zhang Ming stood in the corner,

"Manager Qin, I am responsible for this matter, you don't have to..."

"Stop discussing who is responsible now. It's meaningless. No matter whose fault it is, the damage has already been done. It's time to think about how to remedy it." Qin Hezhou handed over a dozen reports without raising his head. To Zhang Ming, "Recalculate these data."

"Yes."

At 11:30 in the evening, Qin Hezhou finally finished processing all the documents. He stood a little tiredly in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, looking at the thousands of lights outside, none of which belonged to him.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table made a message notification sound of "Ding!"

Above is the message from Lu Lingchuan:

"returned home?"

Because Qin Hezhou was working overtime almost all these days, but usually he would talk to Lu Lingchuan when he got off work.He and Lu Lingchuan had never verbally confirmed their relationship, but they had reached a tacit consensus for different purposes.

It's just that today, due to a sudden change, he hasn't sent a message to Lu Lingchuan yet.

Qin Hezhou picked up the phone and entered:

"Not yet, because of some things, I'm still working overtime, but soon."

Lu Lingchuan on the other side frowned, "Is it so late?"

"Then I'll pick you up later?"

Qin Hezhou's hand froze slightly when he replied to the message, "No, it's too late, didn't you start school? You have class tomorrow. I'll just take a taxi and go back."

Lu Lingchuan: "Then I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

Qin Hezhou laughed a little, "Is this okay?"

"Nothing wrong. I'll let him come here now."

Finally, when Qin Hezhou left the company, there was almost no one in the empty office, only a few pale lights projecting on the scattered documents on the desktop, Qin Hezhou glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was already one o'clock in the morning .

The driver sent by Lu Lingchuan to pick him up was waiting at the gate of the company. Qin Hezhou sent him a message, "I'm in the car, thank you."

He thought that Lu Lingchuan should be asleep, but the next second there was a "ding" notification sound from the phone:

"It's okay, go to bed early when you get home."

"Why don't you go to bed so late? Isn't there an early class tomorrow?"

The phone shows that the other party is inputting again.

Qin Hezhou then replied: "Actually, it's fine. If you really can't get up in the morning, you'll be sick. Sleep is the most important thing."

He remembered that when he was in school, he would often skip morning classes.

But after thinking about it, he unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "Am I instigating good students to do bad things?"