President of Chuancheng Entertainment

After completing the discharge procedures, Song Yu took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time on the mobile phone. As expected, three months had passed.

He pondered for a moment, giving up the idea of ​​going home to have a look.Said to Mingyue at the side: "Just go back to the company."

Ming Yue started the car and drove out of the urban hospital smoothly.

"Is it really so urgent?"

Song Yu looked at the familiar street scene outside the car window, nodded slightly, and said in a flat tone, "I wish I could overestimate you and not leave me with so much mess."

Huang Yue's face was a little stiff, and he scratched his head: "It's a mess... there seems to be quite a lot."

This really relieved him for three months, and he had to solve the rest by himself.

The car stopped quickly, parked firmly under a good-sized office building, and saw the familiar building from inside the car.

He sighed softly, "It's finally back."

Stepping on this company where he has traveled countless times, he clearly remembers the department settings on each floor, and even the specific location of the herbal tea room.

There are employees who are very familiar with themselves, repeating "good morning" sentence by sentence.

Taking the elevator, he pushed open the very familiar office door.

It is still familiar with the elegant layout, and even has a few traces of Chinese flavor.

The originally empty and huge desk was now filled with documents of various messy colors.

Song Yu suddenly remembered that when he was reborn into Song Sanshao, he also helped organize the files, and it took a full day to get those files that were not too complicated.

But looking at the scale on my desk, it seems that three or five days without working overtime and staying up late can't solve it.

With a hook, he pulled Ming Yue back who was about to run away, grabbed his back collar with his hand, almost gnashed his teeth and said, "Master Ming, you did a good job this time."

Huang Yue couldn't hear the sarcasm in it, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly a few times, and pointed out his finger to Song Yu, "Please trouble President Song, there are all the documents over there."

Song Yu looked over with his fingers, and the hand that was originally holding the collar changed to pinching Mingyue's neck.

That scene is comparable to the height of high school students' college entrance examination books.You-yu-xi-du-jia-organize-organize, more-more-fine-color-respect-please-close-note.

"Xing Yue, just tell me, do you want my life?"

"Don't, don't get excited. If you have something to say, talk about it." Huang Yue swallowed, and said: "There is also a department manager who still has some documents that have not been collected."

"..."

Song Yu stopped joking with him, went to the desk and flipped through two pages of documents at random.

The more you turn back, the deeper you frown.

"Who is responsible for these messy projects?"

His company provides a variety of financial services such as loans, investment and wealth management.

But it doesn't mean that he accepts all clients. The two projects he saw in his hand should have passed the preliminary review. How could they appear here.

Huang Yue stepped forward and took a look at it, and sure enough, he easily found countless loopholes.

He actually has the right to sign these contracts on behalf of Song Yu, but he still firmly believes that Song Yu will wake up, so he has not exercised these rights.

So these documents have always existed here, and he didn't go through them one by one.

But customers like these who know that it is impossible to pass at a glance, these low-level mistakes are obviously not intentional at all.

He also wanted to know who submitted this document, so he turned to the name at the front, which turned out to be at the department manager level.

"Is it always like this when I'm not around?"

If they can't get back the principal, they may also face a broken capital chain.Therefore, they also agree to lend money only when there is a guarantee.

If so many documents are processed at one time, even Song Yu himself cannot guarantee that there will be no mistakes.

Needless to say, the funds involved in these documents are not small.

Huang Yue was also a little embarrassed, he really didn't have the ability to manage the company.

The movement of turning the page with Song Yu's lower hand pressed the center of his eyebrows.

"Forget it, I won't read these for now, let's call for a meeting."

Song Yu thought about it again, and dialed the landline on the desk.

"Second brother, come up and help me sort out these things. Help me sort out all kinds of things."

A pleasantly surprised voice came from the microphone, "I'm going, boss, I'm finally willing to wake up! It's been such a long time since I've had a dream, it lasts three or four months."

"..."

"It's just you talking so much nonsense, hurry up. I'll have a meeting first, and if you haven't tidied up after the meeting." Song Yu paused, "Then smash the handle."

The other end of the phone roared: "You are not human! You are coveting my figures every day!"

The second child is a handsome anime otaku, even if the wages are deducted, there is no incentive to smash his hands and delete resources.

Song Yu loves to smash his figure with double ponytails.

Song Yu hung up the phone, listening to the lingering sound of the phone.

Turning around, I saw that Ming Yue had just put down the phone, and raised the corner of his mouth lightly at him, "Everyone has been notified, and those above the level of the team leader will be present. The meeting place is set in the meeting room 3 downstairs."

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When Song Yu went down to the conference room, the spacious conference room was already full of people.

Song Yu's gaze swept over their faces, some were guilty and fearful, some were forced to smile, and some were genuinely happy.

But they didn't dare to be too obvious, and they could guess with their toes that they probably did a lot of tricks behind his back while he was away.

Song Yu took the main seat. Compared with the 24-year-old him, how many employees are older than Song Yu.

They also dare not show too much, because sometimes genius cannot be measured by age.

At least when they were 24 years old, they didn't have the courage and vision.

But not everyone has such thoughts. There are still a large number of people who think that Song Yu is easy to deceive, and there are many people who make false accounts.

"Good morning, every body."

After saying hello, the caring secretary who hadn't seen him for a long time brought him a cup of freshly ground coffee with a strong aroma.

It happened that Song Yu was also a little thirsty, so he picked it up and took a sip. The bitterness in his mouth made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he didn't add sugar.

It wasn't the secretary's negligence, it was because he didn't like to add sugar before, so he ordered it specially.

He put the cup back, sure enough, he doesn't even want to eat such a little bitterness now, does he?

The secretary was also very familiar with Song Yu, and whispered in his ear: "What's wrong? Is the coffee not ready?"

Song Yu shook her head subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "No, there is nothing wrong with what you did. Is there any milk? Get me a glass of warm pure milk."

The secretary looked a little surprised, and repeated after hesitation, "Mr. Song wants milk?"

"Yes, are you not ready?"

I saw the secretary shaking his head, and said warmly: "But Mr. Song, aren't you allergic to milk? This... Is it okay to drink pure milk?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, he forgot the fact that he had traveled back to his own body.

And my body is indeed allergic to milk, so I can't touch it at all.

He sighed, staring at the dark cup of coffee, and said after a while: "It's okay, you can help me pour me a glass of milk. If I don't drink it, just take a look."