Prohibition of losing contact

Zhou Qingbai pushed forward and pressed every step, and finally not only took Mr. Pei who had not done a lot of work to dinner, but even walked half a snack street.

Pei You had never done this kind of thing since he entered the industry, such as leaving work behind and going to relax first, but Zhou Qingbai gave him a hard time, and made an exception without much struggle.

Zhou Qingbai is indeed a talent, Pei You couldn't help but think that he is really talented in dealing with people, and he knows how to make people listen to him.

Relaxation is relaxation, and work is work. Although Zhou Qingbai briefly got a night of "free activities" time, when he woke up, he still had to follow Pei You to the construction site without complaint.

Qingshan's internal control is too good, Zhou Qingbai is used to the working mode of orders and prohibitions, and now he feels uncomfortable when he comes to Dongjiang for the first time, as if he looks around like an idiot.

Dongjiang has no clear internal management regulations, and each project department seems to be pieced together by a team of former contractors, with the meaning of self-government. Except for the general management right of Liu Xinna, each construction site is basically the same.

The internal construction personnel of the company were mixed with the temporarily recruited migrant workers, and the supervisors and contractors were scrambling across the river. If they wanted to inquire about the operation of the construction site, they had to call back to the Dongjiang headquarters to find out.

However, Liu Xin does not know what he is busy with all day long. Eight out of ten times he is not in the company. His secretary is like an AI mentally retarded who can only reply automatically. Inform Mr. Liu" and "I will call you back as soon as Mr. Liu comes back".

"I knew I should let my brother and I invest in the field of artificial intelligence." Zhou Qingbai couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "What kind of secretary do you need for this kind of work? It would be great to put a classmate Xiao Ai in the office - and you don't need to pay , just pay the electricity bill.”

Following Zhou Qingbai's words, Pei You imagined the "electronic audio secretary" who could make a sound when plugged in, and couldn't help but chuckled softly.

"Don't talk nonsense." Pei You pursed his lips to hold back his smile, glanced at the back of the receptionist leading the way, and whispered, "How can machines replace human resources?"

"I think it's about the same." Zhou Qingbai whispered to him, "Anyway, she can only talk back and forth in three sentences, and just set an automatic reply."

This kind of low work efficiency obviously made Zhou Qingbai, who was forced to work overtime, accumulate a lot of resentment in his heart. Pei You has been whining and complaining in his ears for the past few days, and he has almost heard the resistance.

"After you go back, you can use Dongjiang's insufficient profitability as an excuse to suggest that Liu Xin abolish unnecessary department positions and optimize internal management regulations." Pei You thought for a while and said softly: "Then set up a performance appraisal mechanism and let them regularly Report to optimize the human resource structure—Qingshan is the head office and has the right to do so.”

Zhou Qingbai: "..."

As expected of a professional, Zhou Qingbai thought admiringly, his actions were steady and ruthless.

He was thinking about how to make trouble for Liu Xin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the receptionist who was leading the way not far ahead suddenly stop, turned around and looked at the two of them.

"This is the project management department." The receptionist pointed to a row of movable color steel houses in front, and said, "Our manager is in the office. You can ask him any questions."

The receptionist spoke a few steps forward, and knocked on the door of the room with "Project Manager" written on the door plate.

A rough "Come in" came from inside the room very quickly, the receptionist pushed open the door of the room, turned his head and gestured to Pei You.

The conditions on the construction site were mediocre. Zhou Qingbai could smell the smoky smell of smoke oil as soon as he entered the room. He frowned and looked around the environment, only to see that the ashtrays on the desk were almost piled up into a hill.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man was sitting behind the desk, with a half-lit cigarette in his fingertips, pretending to be holding a purchase order in his hand, squinting his eyes, and looking at him through the thick smoke the door.

"Who is this?" The man said gruffly, "What are you here for?"

"These two are from the head office." The receptionist said, "Boss Liu said that they are here to take inventory of our projects. They want to count the inventory and look at our equipment."

"Oh—" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, impatiently twisting half of the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Isn't it just for checking accounts, I see." The middle-aged man stood up from behind the table, fanned the cigarette in front of him with a document, frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "President Liu greeted me, I know What to do, you go first."

Zhou Qingbai disliked the smell of cigarettes in the room, so he just stood by the door, and when he saw this, he turned his body slightly to give way to the receptionist.

Pei You has recently taken stock of too many projects, which has exceeded the coverage area of ​​Liu Xin's "friends and relatives". The few project managers I met recently obviously did not experience Liu Xin's "one-to-one tutoring" like Liu Quan, and their attitudes were mostly Not particularly polite.

Most of these project managers have stayed in Dongjiang for many years, and some even have old connections with Liu Jiancheng, who started working as contractors with him.

Most of these people have no education, and they do everything based on their own social experience. They have a kind of courage that is almost ignorant in their bones, and they are difficult to handle.

The middle-aged man is obviously the best of this kind of people. He slammed the documents on the table lightly, and while putting on his coat, he muttered and complained.

"Check, check, check and check all day long." The middle-aged man said: "Those who don't know think they are looking for thieves."

He spoke in a loud voice, apparently for the two "imperial envoys" present, Zhou Qingbai frowned, glanced at him dissatisfied, and did not speak.

Unless necessary, Zhou Qingbai didn't want to confront these people head-on.After all, the King of Hades is easy to see, but little ghosts are difficult to deal with. These people have been bosses for so many years, and it is difficult for their brain circuits to connect with normal people. They can do anything on impulse.

In the past, some people would complain about something dirty, Zhou Qingbai mostly pretended not to hear, and let it go.

Pei You has more work experience and has seen more strange things, so he doesn't take this group of people seriously at all.Zhou Qingbai sometimes suspects that perhaps in Pei You's eyes, these people are a group of walking document storage places.

Zhou Qingbai's thoughts were flying wildly in his mind, and almost instantly they scattered out a bunch of things. He couldn't help being amused by himself, and silently lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders a few times.

But this time the project manager didn't know whether it was menopause or what. Seeing that Pei You and Zhou Qingbai didn't respond, they started to intensify. While going to the filing cabinet to get the warehouse key, they slammed the cabinet door loudly.

"I don't know where Mr. Liu recruited the Buddha." The middle-aged man glanced at Pei You, and said angrily: "You are doing this shit job at a young age, and you are asking for credit all day long. The sickness has been detected."

Zhou Qingbai: "..."

Zhou Qingbai recovered from his own brain, and frowned slightly.

He can pretend not to hear a sentence or two, but it will be different if he doesn't know how to restrain himself again and again.

What's more, Zhou Qingbai can forget about it by himself. There are all kinds of teachings and top grades in the bar, so he can't be surprised.But in his heart, he always felt that Pei You was a good-tempered and decent person, so he couldn't hear him being run over with weird words.

"Fuck." The middle-aged man took out the key and tied it to his belt, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, complaining vaguely: "Being a eunuch is not such a troublesome thing."

Zhou Qingbai's face darkened, he straightened up from the door frame, and was about to walk past Pei You into the house.

It's just that before he opened his mouth to discuss the "sovereignty" issue of this project with the middle-aged man, he was grabbed by the arm by Pei You and held him back.

"Thieves are afraid of investigation." Pei You did not change his face, holding Zhou Qingbai with one hand to prevent him from going forward, and said lightly, "Are you a thief?"

Zhou Qingbai: "..."

Is the sun coming out in the west?Zhou Qingbai wondered, didn't Pei You have a filter system in his ears, why did he change his sex today?

The middle-aged man was always pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, but he probably didn't expect Pei You to speak to him so unceremoniously. He was stunned and almost didn't answer.

"Auditing is a normal company operation process." Pei You looked normal, but he didn't seem to know what "click to stop", and then said: "You don't want to be investigated, is it because you have a ghost in your heart, or is your management ability not good enough?"

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed by what he said, but he didn't fight with Pei You again. He just took the key and walked out cursing.

It wasn't until the man walked a dozen steps that Pei You let go of Zhou Qingbai's hand.

"Don't be angry with him." Pei You said, "There's no need."

"I don't care about this kind of person." Zhou Qingbai frowned and said, "It's just that he speaks too badly."

Pei You is used to dealing with various managers. In his eyes, these people have little to do with him, so he doesn't need to bother to please them, and he doesn't need to care about what they say.

But Zhou Qingbai is obviously not a person who likes to suffer. He frowned, still looking a little angry.

Pei You didn't know how to comfort him either, he racked his brains to think about it, and with difficulty and unfamiliarity picked out some means of comforting him from Zhou Qingbai's previous "nonsense".

"Don't be angry." Pei You hooked Zhou Qingbai's shoulders, coughed lightly, and said inexperiencedly, "How about I...I'll buy you a bottle of Coke?"

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Suddenly added more.jpg [Thanks to Qian Xingmian for feeding the fish food, thank you very much~