The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

As the leader of problem children, he needs to deal with these problem children one by one...

"Boss." The middle-aged man was about 40 years old, wearing a neat suit, with a sleek face, the first impression was not annoying.

He looked much smarter than Winster, and he didn't falter and tremble and wipe his sweat when he came up. Just looking at his face, he seemed to come to the office to hand in the report normally.

Russ Johnson, 37, marketing manager.He has worked in Grid for many years and is an old employee. The employee transferred from England is indeed suspected of being a member of the organization.

Bolivar temporarily puts a suspicious stamp on him.

"What happened this time is my fault." As soon as he came up, he opened his mouth to admit his mistake.

"This is the new employee?" Bolivar glanced up and down at the thin young man, making his bloodless face even paler.

"You put a newcomer in the position of docking with the project department?" Bolivar picked a question that seemed to him the most obvious.

"Sorry." Lars was embarrassed, but he didn't defend himself.

Hey, this reflection is wrong.Bolivar looked at the young man again, feeling familiar, and opened the young man's profile.

Oh, it really is someone with a background.

The manager of the finance department stepped in. People from the Tijie Consortium came here to practice.

He was randomly thrown to the marketing manager by the original owner, so he didn't care about it anymore. According to the normal development, he should be trained to take over the position of finance minister after a few years.

Certainly not the position of financial manager.

This person is a sensitive bomb. It's not good to give an idle position, and it's not good to give an important position.It is indeed a reasonable choice to be responsible for the internal connection between the two departments. It is not to blame Lars for throwing people here.

But now that such a big omission has occurred, he plans to attack the manager of the financial department later.If both of them are fired in a short period of time, it is inevitable that there will be an intention to break up the bridge and break up with the Tijie consortium.

It's still not clear if the Tij Consortium is another den of the Black Organization, it's better not to be so reckless...

"Okay, you can handle this matter yourself according to the company's rules and regulations." Bolivar pressed the center of his brows with some headaches, feeling the blood vessels on his forehead popping out.

He is running at a high load today, why do human beings make things difficult for themselves.

"How did this happen and who else was involved in this matter, write a complete report and submit it. I will deal with it after reading it."

"Yes, boss." Lars breathed a sigh of relief, saying that he had probably passed the level, and most of the incident after that was meant to blame, and there was no real harm.

"I'm very sorry, boss." The young man followed suit and bowed again and again.

"The rectification may be suspended for a period of time," Bolivar handed another document to Russ, "next week you submit a current market research report, and you don't need to talk about new business. All the staff will be allocated Market analysis here."

"Yes." Russ took a step forward and took the file.

As he got closer, Bolivar vaguely smelled a familiar fragrance, which seemed to be coming from Lars.

"Knock Knock-"

The door of the finance department was pushed open.

A smiling man in a blue plaid shirt poked his head in from behind the door.

"Garcia, why are you here?" The old man sitting behind the table smiled kindly, and his tone was unhurried.

"Hey, don't talk about it. There is a little problem with the personnel department. The boss got very angry early in the morning. Let me check the records of the previous few times." Garcia looked nervous, Signal the other person to be quiet.

"Ha, you mean that fat pig." The old man's face changed when he heard the words "Personnel Department", and he said sarcastically, "I knew that greedy thing would do something, I'm afraid he greedy employees money?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say," Garcia waved his hand, and picked up the key of the financial room hanging on the wall with a natural movement. "The matter is not yet settled, so don't talk about it for nothing."

"Hmph." The old man snorted a few times angrily, and then complained several times about how the HR manager was greedy for cheap things and how he ruined the atmosphere.

"Hasn't the financial manager come yet?" Garcia asked casually while opening the door with the key, "What time is it, is it almost eleven o'clock?"

"Hehe, isn't it normal for that trash to arrive late and leave early?" The old man, that is, Nufent, had a bad mouth, and turned around to criticize the financial manager.Garcia didn't have time to deal with him, so he dodged into the inner room.

He opened the safe door where all the books and materials were stored, looked at the papers that were stuffed everywhere, and took a deep breath: "Ah, it's really a difficult task..."

During the lunch break at noon, Garcia hadn't come back yet, probably because he found some sensitive information.Bolivar looked at his watch, it was ten past twelve, it was time to rest.

"Kuukou—" Ivy, the blond life assistant, opened the door and came in with a lunch box in her hand, "Boss, it's time for lunch break."

"Well, let's put the things there first," Bolivar pointed in the direction of the coffee table, "you go to rest too."

"Okay." She changed another pot of coffee and placed it next to Bolivar's hand.

When he got closer, a familiar scent wafted over, and Bolivar picked up the coffee cup and paused: "Have you changed your perfume?"

"Huh? No." Ivy sniffed her cuffs and neckline, and indeed felt a little fragrance, and quickly argued, "You don't like pungent smells, so I didn't use perfume."

"Should it be that I didn't know where it got it before?" Ivy recalled for a long time but couldn't remember where it got the smell, and was sent away by Bolivar.

Inside the bento box are American hamburger fries, a small salad and Coke, and a pair of disposable plastic gloves.It seems that something has been touched before, it is a little crooked, and the sauce has leaked out.

It was very unhealthy and the appearance was not good, Bolivar frowned and forcibly ate it, and began to think about improving the restaurant.

That greasy feeling kept him out of energy until the afternoon R&D team meeting.

The project is very boring. It is an improved version of the operating system similar to the four-color square. However, Party A wants too much and keeps adding unreasonable demands, which makes the research and development more and more difficult.

"Tell that person, if you want to add more functions, you need to add money." Bolivar didn't have much time to argue with the other party, anyway, he hadn't reached the final step of signing the contract, "No money? Anyway, we don't lack projects, just ask him to hire another Gao Ming .”

Although it's not very good to turn your face, but this kind of useless thing should be kicked directly.There is no future in competing with four-color cubes.

Bolivar had noticed it before.Perhaps because the opponent is too large, Grid is obviously a young company, and its current strategy is still very conservative.That is, Party A asks for a deposit, and the company, as Party B, researches the software and sells it to Party A.

There is no downstream of its own.

Bolivar was a little distracted. This question is very important and should be brought to the forefront.

It will have to be dealt with after the initial restructuring of the company is over.

How to transform?In the direction of the Internet?Financial direction?

Or just set up a new laboratory and switch to selling mobile phones and computers?

Although I have decided to take the road of e-commerce before, if I can't find relevant talents, it will be a fantasy...

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a commotion downstairs.

Ivy ran over with panic all over her face, her high heels poked on the floor and made a thumping sound.

The employees passing by looked surprised and couldn't help whispering.

It was rare that Bolivar had a bad feeling.This life assistant of mine is described in the information as a reserved and meek, rare introverted beauty.

What's going on, it's such a rush?

Facing the surprised and curious gazes of other people in the conference room, Ivy patted the glass lightly, gestured for Bolivar to come out, and acted anxiously and restrained.

"What's wrong? Ivy?" Bolivar's premonition became stronger and stronger.

"Something went wrong...boss..." Ivy's tone trembled slightly, but she still kept her voice down as much as possible to avoid the people around her hearing, "The financial manager, Mr. Thomson, he, he was found dead on the second floor. In the bathroom upstairs..."

"!!!!????"

what happened?

Is this the power of Conan World?

Bolivar was stunned.

This, is the drum washing machine so powerful?

He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

"Ivy, tell me about the situation."

"Yes, Mr. Garcia was the first to discover the corpse, corpse, corpse." Ivy's hands and feet were cold, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. She frowned and reorganized her words, "Mr. Garcia discovered the situation. "

"Wait a minute, I'll do something else first." Bolivar interrupted Ivy. Anyway, now that things have happened, the important thing is the people who are still alive. "You also stop for a while and calm down."

He supported Ivy, sent her to the chair next to the lounge, took another cup of hot chocolate, stuffed it into Ivy's hand, and then went back to the conference room alone.

"This is the end of today's meeting," Bolivar looked at his watch. "It's already [-]:[-], get ready to get off work."

"Contact the other party directly to refuse this project." Bolivar said to the person in charge, "You bring all the team members to join Rachel's new project."

When the people dispersed, he bought two pieces of chocolate from the vending machine next to him, put one in his pocket, and handed the other to Ivy who was waiting.

"Eat something sweet to relieve it."

Ivy blinked her eyes, and reached out to take the candy shyly: "Sorry, this is the first time I have encountered this situation, I am too scared."

After about tens of seconds, she stood up and said, "I feel better. Boss, let me take you to the place where I found it."

"Hmm." Bolivar took a deep breath, not knowing what he was about to face, and felt a little uneasy.

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The author has something to say:

Ivy: The boss is so considerate!

Bolivar: Wait a minute, I'm a little scared, let's take a moment here. (X)

Happy Eleven to everyone!

A new chapter will be added during the holidays.