One punch and one scum attack [Quick Transmigration]

Planning department pantry.

"Have you heard? Our company won the cooperation case with AG."

"It's the case that the new president mentioned a few days ago? Didn't the supervisor say that no one is allowed to submit a plan? Who secretly betrayed the organization to please the new boss?"

"Is it you? Xiao Liu." Suddenly, the finger was pointed at a colleague who was usually taciturn.

Xiao Liu quickly denied: "How is it possible, how can I have that ability?"

"Why are you arguing, everyone doesn't want to do it anymore, right?" The supervisor with a mean face stood behind them at some point, threatening.

Everyone took their cups and dispersed.

The old woman showed her power, and she couldn't afford to be provoked.

"Sister Zhao, why are you here?" The supervisor, who was on the verge of menopause one second, changed his face the next second, with a bright smile and a flattering face.

The person who came was Zhao Ting, the manager of the HR department. They had similar positions, but Zhao Ting and Xin Heng had a very close relationship. If anything happened, someone would help her to settle it. No one in the whole company would please her.

Zhao Ting has a baby face, but there is a mature aura all over her body. She opened her mouth to explain something, but finally held back and told her: "You have been fired."

"What?" The supervisor unconsciously turned up the volume in shock.

"Finance will pay you three months' salary, you, let's go." Zhao Ting sighed.

Seeing many curious eyes looking here, the supervisor pulled Zhao Ting's sleeves and lowered his voice: "Didn't Mr. Xin agree?"

"Xin Heng can't protect you anymore." Zhao Ting's face was more tragic than that of a dead rabbit and a fox. "Do you know why I came to tell you the news today? President Luo said it himself."

Zhao Ting relied on her relationship with Xin Heng all the way to where she is today, and she knew that if she dared to obey the law again, she would be the next one to leave.

The supervisor leaned weakly against the door, unable to accept this reality at all.

How could this be?

At the beginning, Xin Heng kept promising her that as long as he did it, the next promotion would be hers.

Now she is just abandoned?

After Zhao Ting left, the planning department discussed publicly in front of the supervisor for the first time:

"The supervisor has been fired, so what shall we do?"

"I've seen her upset for a long time. She is pulling a donkey's face every day, and there are too many things. She can be cleaner after leaving."

"I don't understand, are we celebrating the New Year happily or is winter coming?"

After Zhao Ting went to the planning department, she turned and went to Xin Heng's office.

The ground was in a mess, Xin Heng threw something in the office early in the morning, the secretary outside the door looked in frequently, but he didn't even have the courage to knock on the door, for fear that Xin Heng's anger would burn on himself.

Seeing Zhao Ting coming, the secretary seemed to see a savior, and the excitement in his words was uncontrollable: "Manager Zhao."

Zhao Ting patted her on the shoulder: "Thank you."

Zhao Ting, who entered the office, locked the door with her backhand. Facing Xin Heng who was in a state of madness, she gently advised: "Look at your appearance, are you admitting defeat?"

"I'm down, wouldn't you be able to fall into his arms better?" Xin Heng received the news that Zhao Ting had gone to help Luo Chengyun in the morning.

"Isn't that for us?" Zhao Ting was angry, and put a finger on Xin Heng's shoulder, "No one in the company knows that we are grasshoppers on the same rope. If you are going to fall, how can I be better off? go?"

"Luo Chengyun's attitude doesn't seem like he wants to kill them all. Hold on, there will be opportunities in the future..." Zhao Ting suddenly thought of Luo Chengyun's face as she spoke. Apart from other things, Luo Chengyun's appearance alone is enough to impress Heartfelt capital.

Luo Chengyun came to the company every day later, and stepped into Yafeng's door when he was getting off work.

He stopped in front of the entrance, fumbled in his pocket but didn't bring his card.

The door opened without him asking, and the security guard at the door knew him very well: "Boss Luo, are you late again today?"

After the oolong of the first day, the security guard obviously knew Luo Chengyun's identity. Not only did Luo Chengyun not argue with him, but he also praised him for his dedication, which made the uncle who had been a security guard for many years very proud.

Luo Chengyun greeted him in a good mood: "You don't need to register today, do you?"

"Hey, look at what you said, how can you bother Mr. Luo with such a trivial thing as registration." The security guard spared no effort to flatter Luo Chengyun, "If you want me to say, Mr. Luo's calligraphy is different from others, Mr. Luo What the boss writes is called calligraphy, and what others write is dog crawling. Since President Luo signed my registration book that day, I have hung the book in my house for offering. See, I specially changed it to a new one today. Ben."

Luo Chengyun glanced at the registration book on the table, it was really new: "Let's go first."

"Hey, Boss Luo, go slowly."

"Boss Luo is full of atmosphere."

Luo Chengyun stepped into the elevator, and a young girl let go of the elevator button, and shyly called out, "Hello, Mr. Luo."

"En." Luo Chengyun responded, and asked casually, "Which department are you from?"

The girl squeezed her throat, and said in a whiny voice, "I, I'm from the design department~ My name is Xiao Xiaoli~"

"Ding dong." The elevator arrived.

Xiao Xiaoli walked out of the elevator slowly, not forgetting to sneak a few glances back at Luo Chengyun.

Luo Chengyun pressed the door close button and silently wrote down the person's name.

If you dare to be late for work, your wages will be deducted.

"Ringlingling..." A phone call interrupted the two people who were still in the office tenderly.

Xin Heng unbuttoned half of his shirt, and answered the phone viciously: "Who?"

Luo Chengyun's voice was calm and reserved: "The meeting will start in 10 minutes."

"Fuck." Xin Heng couldn't hold back his voice on the phone, and pushed the person on him away, "Got it."

10 minutes is enough for anyone to do things.

"Luo Chengyun!" Xin Heng's anger, which was finally calmed down, was completely ignited by this unsatisfactory fire.

If he doesn't come sooner or later, this Luo Chengyun is sincere!

Luo Chengyun noticed that the atmosphere in the conference room today had changed significantly compared to the previous few days. Many people secretly looked at him under their seats with fearful eyes, acting cautiously, wishing to be a transparent person.

Luo Chengyun assigned another task, put his hands on the table, and said in a nonchalant tone: "This time I will give you a week, I hope I won't be disappointed like last time."

"Is there anyone who can't?"

Shaking his head uniformly, for fear that his shaking speed will be slower than others.

"Very good." Luo Chengyun was satisfied.

Before the meeting adjourned, he said to the personnel department: "Help an assistant in, and you need to..."

He thought of the scene in the elevator before: "Let's ask for a man."

It's a man, so it's easier to squeeze.

The personnel department was very efficient. On the second day, Luo Chengyun recruited four assistants for him to choose from. From education to work experience, and even appearance and body, he couldn't make a mistake in everything.

It's just that there are too many people and it's easy to mess up, and the company's affairs are just so so, so four people are not needed. Luo Chengyun inspected for two days, and picked the most convenient one to keep.

After Luo Chengyun talked about the cooperation case, Xin Heng and him did not interfere with each other, and each was safe. Xin Heng had been wary for two days, but he gradually relaxed when he saw that Luo Chengyun had no intention of picking on him.

As for the little tricks that were done behind the scenes, Luo Chengyun didn't know.

Luo Chengyun has more important things to do now.

[Dididi] The phone rang for a long time.

Yan Zixin: [I'm done, when will you come to pick it up? ]

Yan Zixin: [Where are people?Say something back. ]

Yan Zixin: [If you don't come again, I'll lose it. ]

……

Yan Zixin: [Forget it, I will send it to you, where are you? ]

Luo Chengyun picked a restaurant near the company and asked him to come over in the afternoon.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Luo Chengyun was sitting in Yan Zixin's private room, pressing the back of the seat on the left with his fingers.

The movement of Yan Zixin entering the door was not small. He walked up to Luo Chengyun swaggeringly, stepped on the chair that Luo Chengyun was holding, and threw a high-end brand packaging bag on the table: "What you want."

"You're late." Luo Chengyun pointed out calmly.

"You are allowed to be late, so I can't be late?" Yan Zixin still remembered the last time he waited for someone in the square.

Luo Chengyun: "It's nothing, just a reminder."

Perhaps because he felt tired from standing like this, Yan Zixin sat across from Luo Chengyun: "I made the things according to your requirements, so you should be satisfied now?"

Luo Chengyun didn't answer, but said, "Let's order first."

Yan Zixin picked up the menu in dissatisfaction: "Eat, eat, eat, I don't even look at the masterpieces I finally made."

"Do you know how many things I've made for you?" Luo Chengyun asked.

Suddenly mentioning this, Yan Zixin was unprepared: "What?"

"The pillow that was thrown in the trunk, the key chain that was thrown away by you but turned up in the trash can at home, and every meal you usually eat, all made by 'I' myself." Luo Chengyun turned the page of the menu, " Now it is just asking you to embroider a picture, do you feel wronged?"

Yan Zixin couldn't remember at all: "Is there?"

Luo Chengyun laughed angrily at him: "The thing will be thrown into the trash can the next second it is delivered to you, so it's no wonder you can't remember it."

"I..." Yan Zixin defended himself, "You gave me those things willingly, and you forced me to do them. Can it be the same?"

"So, do I deserve it?" Luo Chengyun's voice cooled down.

"It's none of my business if you're willing to give it away. Besides, if you give it to me, it's mine. I can do whatever I want with it." Yan Zixin whispered back.

Luo Chengyun stopped the waiter who wanted to take the opportunity to escape from the flames of war, and picked up the bag on the table: "Wait a minute, please take this out and throw it away."

"Put it down!" Yan Zixin snatched the things back from Luo Chengyun's hands, "Xia Mengjing, what do you mean?"

"It belongs to me now." Luo Chengyun returned the words to him intact, "I can dispose of my things as I like. I want to throw it in the trash now. If you want, you can Pick it up after I've lost it."

"Excuse me sir, you'd better deal with it yourself." The waiter couldn't stand it anymore, bowed apologetically, fled the box, and closed the door for them intimately.

The strength in Yan Zixin's hand pinched the packaging bag deformed, close to madness: "You, and I, are born two kinds of people. Even if I give you a piece of mud, you have to offer it. Who gave you the courage to throw it?"

"Xia Mengjing, don't challenge my patience, I have endured you enough."

"Can't take it anymore?" Luo Chengyun was sitting, but his momentum was stronger than him, "It seems that your patience is worthless."

Yan Zixin clenched the cup in his hand, and suddenly realized: "Are you kidding me from the beginning?"

"Congratulations." Luo Chengyun's tone was tinged with pity, "Finally found out."