The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Bolivar had a pleasant weekend and came to the company with a little secret expectation.

Not much fun actually.

He has been diligently writing business reports in the room for the past two days. After finishing an industry report on the catering industry, he started to write the development plan for the search engine project that Brad is in charge of.

In the rest of the time, I kept reading the information about the black organization that I hadn't read, revising the plan, and seeing who could use it, and which old-fashioned enterprises could be remodeled.

After finishing everything, he compiled another application form, titled "Analysis on the Rational Utilization of Labor Force within the Organization" and sent it to his boss.

The report was a bit long, but the other party didn't seem to read it at all, and approved it quickly after looking at the name.He gave the green light all the way, and even told everyone except the other two team leaders to fully cooperate with him.

But rather than trusting himself, Bolivar thinks it is more likely that the boss also has great resentment towards the organization that is struggling to make ends meet and miserable. He has been looking forward to someone accepting this mess, so he agrees so readily, even happily. look.

At least this goal is unified, and he does not reject this.

I don't know how many big fish he can catch for himself with the net he cast diligently before?

He pushed open the door of the office and saw Garcia busy inside.

Garcia felt the gaze, raised his head suddenly, stared at Bolivar, and said in a murderous tone: "Boss, you can count as coming to the company."

Cough cough--

Looking at the thick dark circles under the eyes of the other party, Bolivar looked away with some guilt.

I haven't just come here, I'm not familiar with anything...

A lot of things could be avoided, so I avoided them, and threw them directly to the secretary who seemed to be very capable.

Using the excuse of recruiting new employees before, I skipped work for several days in a row, which is indeed a bit too much.

"...But you seem to be in a better mood." Garcia looked Bolivar up and down, with a relieved expression on his face.

This sentence made Bolivar's heart skip a beat.

He heard Garcia continue: "You were in a very bad state last week, and it was because of the murder, right?"

"I thought you suddenly didn't know me, and you looked at me strangely. Is it because of some difficulties?" Garcia shook his head, and Bolivar's heart was surging.

"But today looks pretty good. Have you found a solution?" Garcia asked casually, picking up the teacup in his hand.

Bolivar was speechless, and it took him a long time to add a dry sentence: "I did encounter a little trouble last week, but it has been resolved."

"...Well, thank you for your hard work."

"Pfft—" Garcia, who was drinking tea, almost choked. He coughed and laughed, and almost slapped the table and shouted.

"This is really not in line with your personality." Garcia smiled, seeing that Bolivar's face became more and more unfriendly, he quickly restrained himself, and opened the message he just received solemnly, "The Human Resources Department sent you a message today. A lot of people came to report."

"Most of them are the students you mentioned before, coming for internships."

"There are still a few inexplicable people who want to apply here?" Garcia said, his face full of confusion, "But we haven't released any recruitment information..."

"Ah, I remembered. I did post a notice a few days ago, saying that I would be recruiting two assistants. A living assistant and an administrative assistant. Could it be that person who was attracted by that news?"

Garcia's expression became even more confused: "Are young people nowadays so active? The conditions are very harsh, and the salary is not high..."

"..."

Bolivar also frowned, feeling bad.

With a fluke mentality, he opened the fax sent by the personnel department. The names on those resumes were unfamiliar, but the faces were familiar.

Good guy.Sure enough, they are all acquaintances! !

Why?Why are all these newcomers coming to my company! ?

I don't have Grid in the list I sent down! ?

"Kirsch, what's going on?" He took out his cell phone and sent Kirsch a text message, "Grid is not in the company list I gave you, how did you tell those newcomers?? How did they They all ran to Grid Company??"

"Boss, I'm really sorry. This matter was my mistake." Kirsch quickly sent back a letter, "I just re-checked the material manuscript. I don't know what happened, but your presentation poster at Berkeley University It really got in."

"I'm sifting through what's going on with this thing."

"..." Seeing the words Berkeley Lecture, Bolivar vaguely thought of something in his mind, but he didn't grasp it.

Mistakes have already been made, and it is useless to blame subordinates. While waiting for Kirsch to investigate, let's think about what to do.

Aren't the people who applied for the job today all newcomers to the winery, like sharks who smelled the smell, they all rushed over in a swarm?

Bolivar has a headache.

He took a deep breath, it's fine, don't panic, small scene.Just as if I had activated the set king skill, I wanted newcomers to serve me, but I didn't want them to know that Grid was related to me...

"What kind of assistant are you hiring?" Bolivar couldn't restrain himself, and there was a bit of complaint in his words, "The company has enough people."

"Ah?" Garcia didn't react, "boss, just suspended a director of the financial department, and then we have to transfer Lars away. Our manpower..." Is it really insufficient?

Garcia is not a fool, he quickly realized: "Those people have problems?"

"..."

"This matter is about you..."

"..."

"Boss, big brother, for the sake of my heavy workload! Tell me! At least let me know!" Garcia smiled and picked up a cup of tea and stuffed it into Bolivar's hand, his face full of tears. Saying it makes me happy.

Bolivar gave him a blank look, then took out his mobile phone and typed a few lines of messages, summarizing his original arrangement and Kirsch's mistakes, and turned the screen to show him: "Afterwards, several members of the organization will come to the company Apply, they don't know who we are."

"Then, shall I ask the Human Resources Department to arrange these people directly into the meeting room?" Garcia had the same reaction as Kirsch after reading it, and he also had a cautious expression on his face.

"Those students let them pass directly, and enter the job directly after recording the situation." Bolivar affirmed the other party's statement.

"Let the HR department check the rest first. Those who have no problem with their resumes will be directly arranged in the conference room. I will come for the interview."

"Okay, I'll notify them." Garcia picked up the phone and dialed the landline of the personnel department directly.

Bolivar took down the economics textbook on the shelf, opened a page at random, turned to the position of the thinking questions at the back of the book, spread it out, copied it into a dozen copies with the printer on the side, and found a few more with forms. The titles, also copy them down.

Finally, these topics are bound into a copy.

Done, this is the entry test question for those newcomers.

Bolivar clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Huh? I'll add a few more questions too." Garcia saw it and was equally interested. "You made that one too easy, so I'll add a little more difficult one."

So these two people who are not human, who have graduated for many years and don't know how difficult the student party exam is, you and I work together to prepare a thick temporary test paper.

At this moment, the newcomers who are anxiously waiting in the personnel department don't know what fate they will face.

"Ms. Olga Kolbut..." The head of the personnel department hung up the phone, looked at the name on the resume, and then looked at the beautiful white-haired girl with a tense face on the opposite side.

The head of the personnel department is a 50-[-]-year-old man with a wide heart and a fat body. His figure is very suitable for the atmosphere of this place in Millican, and he has a huge beer belly.

"Hello." Olga, that is, Curacao, showed a nervous smile.Today, she deliberately changed into an off-white suit with white hair. She looked very gentle, but maybe she was not used to the gaze of others, so she pinched the hem of her skirt uncomfortably.

"You were specially recommended by the chairman!" The manager of the personnel department showed a flattering smile, and shook Curacao's hand very attentively, "The chairman is already waiting for you, you just bring the documents Go report to him."

Olga Kolbut, 24, has a master's degree in economics and management from the University of Edinburgh.

Bolivar put down the resume in his hand, looked at the expectant white-haired girl in front of him, and thought about his words: "Miss Olga, do you know your mission?"

Curacao nodded: "Your Excellency told me to follow your arrangements."

"..." Wait, he didn't seem to mean that, but it's better to be obedient than to play tricks. He pointed to the seat next to him, "Please sit down, don't stand."

"Miss Olga, your academic qualifications are very good. I originally wanted you to take over the position of life assistant, but it seems a bit wasteful."

Curacao heard Bolivar's unhurried words, and his face gradually became serious: "Please rest assured, although the time may be a little wrong, my degree rating is first-class."

I understand, there are real materials.

Bolivar also instantly understood the meaning implied by the other party.

"Then please take over Garcia's position," Bolivar smiled apologetically at Garcia, and then introduced Curacao, "This is my former secretary."

"Boss!" Garcia turned his head abruptly, staring at Bolivar, as if Vodka heard that Gin didn't need him to drive, with a face full of disbelief.

? ?what happened? ?

Why is this sense of déjà vu so strong? ?

"The financial manager has to ask you, Garcia." Bolivar was stared at by him, and he felt his conscience was aching, so he had to hint vaguely, "You know, I don't feel at ease about other people taking over this position." .”

What does the finance department have?Wearing the skin of a financial manager, Belmode, who was paddling and making trouble, has accumulated countless jobs, all of which are gone.

Garcia felt his eyes go dark, and he reasonably suspected that he had laughed at the other party too many times recently, and was retaliated by wearing small shoes.

But fortunately, Bolivar immediately added: "I found an intern at the University of Berkeley before, she is an outstanding student in the grade. Her name is Whitney, you can let Newfoundland take it, er, let Whitney take it Nufant does things..."

Let the intern lead the manager to do things.These words distorted the faces of both of them at the same time, but at least it calmed the irritable Garcia.He nodded reluctantly, agreeing to the matter.

"Then, next, Miss Olga." Garcia looked critically at Curacao.

"You and I will hand over the work matters."

After Olga left with Garcia, Bolivar took Ivy to the conference room on the third floor.

Sure enough, there were about seven or eight people waiting there. Although they changed their clothes and names, the ferocious aura could not be concealed.

Even Rachel, who is capable and decisive, compared with them, is like an adult playing with a child.

It's a kind of indifference to life and death. It's not that people of the same kind can't feel it, but at most they feel that the other party seems weird.

Bolivar glanced over, hey, they are all acquaintances, ranked No.17, No.18, sixth, No.20, No.20, fourth... wait, fourth?Luchuan light?

Bolivar looked at him twice, and the Asian man with dark brown hair got a gentle smile from the other party.

"..."

Can be determined.

This wave of blind cats met dead mice, and they were lucky.

Bolivar looked away, and didn't say what he meant to introduce himself. Most of the people who can come here to apply for the job should know it by heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even know the president of the company standing in front of him. This kind of job seeker is here to be the denominator.

Ivy sent them the test papers that looked like stitch monsters, confiscated their mobile phones, and used the meeting room as a temporary examination room.

While waiting for them to answer the questions, Bolivar sat at the front of the conference room and read the resumes received today one by one.

He's got a little too much on his mind.

He was wondering if he was going to find an excuse to brush off those guys and undercover agents who looked too fierce.

They have no professional level, and they are definitely making trouble when they come in.

These people's resumes look pretty good.What is the Department of Economics of XX University, and the Department of Management of XX University.

Anyone who believes is a fool.

Take the copy of Hikaru Midorikawa, which says that he is 25 years old and majored in mechanical manufacturing at Meiji University. You don’t need to check this, it’s definitely not.

He graduated from the police school.Bolivar showed sharp eyes, which he can decide.

Those people were doing test papers in the meeting room, and Bolivar was struggling between the two thoughts of brushing off the other party, and staying for a trial, and then brushing off the other party.

The exam time is relatively long. After all, the questions were jointly designed by two unscrupulous ghosts and animals.After about two and a half hours, Ivy asked them to stop.Throw them away regardless of whether they have finished writing, and start collecting papers.

In fact, the subject is relatively simple.

Bolivar thought inhumanly.

For example, calculating the company's current asset ratio, investment analysis, dividend calculation, and the most basic mathematical problems, such as integral and differential, and some Internet-related exams, simple C language programming, and some historical questions.Finally, there is a free play question to write about your own specialties.

Still pretty simple, right?

He really didn't find it difficult. Bolivar probably flipped through the eight test papers.

Tsk, horrible.

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The author has something to say:

Organization boss: What kind of report is this?

Organization boss: Huh! ?Can make money?pass!pass!

Bolivar: Tsk, you scumbags, point and point.

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