contract relationship

A rectification and upgrade notice was posted on the anonymous board of Rehm’s internal forum.

A week later, the rectification notice became a notice of "the forum is permanently closed", with black characters on a white background, and it was clearly displayed on the computers of all internal registered employees.

Now not only the anonymous forum, but the entire forum disappeared, and the posts from the past ten years disappeared in an instant.

The new and old employees collectively wailed, the food in the cafeteria was not good, and the first dish such as stir-fried potatoes with shredded ginger appeared.

When I asked the chef what was going on, the chef was full of melancholy: "I can't see Mr. Han from the marketing department praising my cooking. I'm not in the mood, motivation or desire."

The other party patted the chef on the shoulder: "I understand, I understand everything."

But that's not the reason to choose shredded ginger over shredded potatoes.

Within three days, the number of employees dining in the group restaurant decreased by [-]%, and the procurement declaration for logistics decreased by more than half.

Fan Shuojing looked at the single eye and frowned, and asked the logistics minister to talk to the person in charge of the restaurant.

The head of logistics was about to cry, but when he turned to go out, he winked at An Tong next to him, his eyelids almost twitching.

An Tong gestured "ok" to the logistics minister at the bottom, and nodded to reassure the logistics minister.

The Minister of Logistics glanced secretly at Fan Shuojing, and found Mr. Fan was staring at An Tong, while An Tong was still sending a signal of "no problem" to the Minister of Logistics.

Is it really all right... no wonder!

The head of logistics couldn't bear to look directly at him, and slipped away covering his face.

Only Fan Shuojing and An Tong were left in the office.

An Tong watched the head of logistics leave, turned around, caught off guard and met Fan Shuojing's eyes.

An Tong was still pinching his thumb and index finger, paused for half a second, and flicked the signature pen out very quickly and nimbly.

An Tong: "Ah... ah! It fell."

Perfunctory without sincerity.

Fan Shuojing's face was sullen, trying to suppress the helplessness in his heart, pretending to be serious, and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, what's going on."

An Tong sighed resignedly, told the story honestly, and expressed surprise by the way: "Can't you eat it? The recent meal is terrible!"

Fan Shuojing really didn't notice.

With her attitude towards food, there is only a difference between "can eat" and "can't eat", and the taste is not much different.

She also seldom eats in the internal restaurant. Occasionally there is no meal, and An Tong holds her head down to eat the staff meal.

Now that it was brought up suddenly, Fan Shuojing thought carefully: "It's a bit salty."

She thought it was something wrong with her taste.

Fan Shuojing asked again: "You ate it, why didn't you mention it?"

You know, An Tong has worked hard at eating, and his tongue is also tricky.The afternoon tea brought in by the secretary's office was replaced with cream, and An Tong didn't touch it a second time after taking a bite, insisting that the recipe was wrong.

Even if the juice in the tea room is not good, you can talk to Fan Shuojing until Fan Shuojing can't stand the headache and asks the logistics department to change to the brand she loves.

I ate with Fan Shuojing but didn't say anything bad. Every time I ate cleanly, I even drank up the soup.

An Tong didn't care: "Employee meals, as long as you can eat them."

Fan Shuojing frowned.This tone seemed to have wronged her.

When An Tong saw Fan Shuojing frown, he felt guilty, and hurried to make amends: "Although the taste is not very good, it is very nutritious. And it is also cheap. The big chicken drumsticks only cost two yuan. I like the chicken drumsticks in the restaurant."

Rehm's in-house restaurant is one of employee benefits. The standard of meals is not low, but the charges are not expensive.You can eat simple meals with the same taste as outside, and the price is only one-fifth. Employees generally like to eat in restaurants.

If Chef hadn't protested.

Fan Shuojing glanced at An Tong, but couldn't see the clue.Back to the topic, she asked An Tong: "I never heard that the food in the restaurant was unpalatable before. What happened?"

An Tong smacked his lips, shook his head and sighed, "You're so out of touch. There's a revolution going on in this building, and you don't even know it."

This is not you.

In this case, Fan Shuojing went through it in her mind, but did not say it.

An Tong talked about the forum.

Fan Shuojing was even more confused: "It's just a forum, so why is it so important?"

"Of course it's important! It's been ten years! It's been a daily routine to browse the forum, but the forum suddenly disappeared, and all the ongoing topics were interrupted. There is no notice, can you not feel uncomfortable?"

Seeing Fan Shuojing frowning and thinking, she tried to understand this emotion.But obviously, she couldn't empathize with the failure.

The final conclusion is: "Is it reasonable to not do serious things during working hours?"

This brain circuit was unexpected by An Tong.

An Tong and Fan Shuojing couldn't understand it, so they summed it up neatly: "In short, everyone doesn't want the forum to be closed, and now they are emotional."

Fan Shuojing: "It's closed."

It means that there is no room for negotiation. This is an established fact, and employees have to accept it no matter how dissatisfied they are.

An Tong was curious: "But why did you close the forum?"

Fan Shuojing got up suddenly, checked the time, and was about to go out to do some errands.

An Tong: "Hey, you..."

"The notice goes on, I want to attend the departmental meeting in the afternoon."

An Tong: "The forum..."

"You are also ready to start learning to take meeting minutes today."

Then Fan Shuojing left.

An Tong's words were stuck in his mouth, and he didn't say it a few times. He gave up resentfully and sent a WeChat message to the head of the logistics department.

"It can't be done! Mr. Fan said that it's fishy to read the forum's fake posts during working hours, and it should be rectified long ago."

The logistics minister returned a crying expression.

It happened that a message from Fan Shuojing came in, it was a red envelope.

An Tong quickly opened the red envelope, 200 yuan.

An Tong replied: "??"

Fan Shuojing spoke directly: "Go out to eat at noon."

An Tong: "???"

The other party is typing.

An Tong is a rare caring person. Thinking of Mr. Fan's handicap, he can type a line for a long time, so he waited patiently for news.

1 minute passed and nothing was received.

The other party is still typing.The reminder appeared several times, and finally Fan Shuojing sent another red envelope.

An Tong asked questions in his head, and first opened the red envelope to collect the money, which was still 200 yuan.

Fan Shuojing finally sent a text: "Is it enough?"

Enough is enough, a lunch can be done for 50 yuan.

The question is, what does Fan Shuojing mean by this?

An Tong ran to the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaned on the glass wall and looked down, and saw Fan Shuojing stop in front of the square, looking down at her phone.

Are you waiting for news?

An Tong replied immediately: "Thank you Mr. Fan! Mr. Fan!"

It can be seen with the naked eye that Fan Shuojing read the message and stared at the phone for a long time.

But An Tong did not receive a reply.

An Tong continued to send messages: "Mr. Fan, work hard! Eat well at noon!"

Comes with a kissy face.

Downstairs, Fan Shuojing suddenly raised her head and looked towards the office.An Tong stuck to the glass and rushed down to wave his hand, jumping up and down, not sure if Fan Shuojing saw it.

When the car drove to the square, Fan Shuojing looked away and got into the car clutching her phone.

Watching Fan Shuojing's car disappear from sight, An Tong had fun and happily went to the next door to visit.

The secretary's office has been very quiet. No matter when An Tong goes there, there are only the sounds of typing on the keyboard and flipping through documents.

The whole building is probably the lowest decibel here.

Before An Tong came.

After returning from the villa in the suburbs, An Tong spent two days in fear. Seeing that Fan Shuojing had no signs of settling with her, he relaxed.

With a relaxed heart, he jumps out of the way when doing things, and An Tong is a rough-natured person who doesn't take things to heart, which is very different from the cold-faced Xiao Fan.

However, in a few days, the people who frequented the president's office had figured out An Tong's character, no longer had suspicions and worries, and got acquainted with her a lot.

In addition, Fan Shuojing often went out and did not bring An Tong with her most of the time, so An Tong was "ordered".

In the absence of his immediate boss, An Tong became more free, wandering around in the name of being familiar with the environment.

The first stop is the secretary's office.

An Tong carried the newly bought snacks to the secretary to handle the distribution, approached Mo Zhouli, and whispered, "Go out for a barbecue meal at noon."

"your treat?"

An Tong shook the phone: "President Fan please."

Mo Zhouli corrected: "President Fan."

An Tong then changed his words: "Oh, Mr. Fan. By the way, tell me about Mr. Fan."

When it was lunch time, An Tong and Mo Zhouli went to the simple restaurant downstairs, ordered a meal and waited.

An Tong bit the straw, glanced at the stranger eating next to him from the corner of his eye, secretly adjusted the focus with his mobile phone, and secretly took pictures of the other person's cheese rice.

Mo Zhouli slapped An Tong's hand: "What are you doing!"

"Food temptation battle."

An Tong muttered, opened WeChat in front of Mo Zhouli, and clicked on the top dialog - Fan Shuojing's.

send pictures.

Not long after Mo Zhouli's noodles were served, An Tong pressed Mo Zhouli to keep his chopsticks from moving, and took a picture from an angle, and sent it to Fan Shuojing as usual.

Afterwards, An Tong sent out her barbecue rice, miso soup and milk tea, and when it came time for the side dishes, she finally got a reply.

Mo Zhouli squinted at An Tong's phone screen, and there were three words on the left:

I'm so annoying.

Mo Zhouli agreed: "It's really annoying."

An Tong didn't mind either, so he put the phone back in his bag and started eating.

Mo Zhouli was curious: "Why did you send so many photos to Mr. Fan?"

An Tong: "Hate her."

Mo Zhouli: "...Xiao Fan will never be greedy after just looking at a few photos. When Huihui was around, she was like this, she seldom eats. She doesn't like to eat at all, you just set up a table full of Chinese people , she won't want to eat either."

An Tong nodded: "So just press your head."

Mo Zhouli looked bewildered and didn't understand.

An Tong: "That's the thing. I didn't like to eat when I was a child, so my father took me to a restaurant."

"He didn't even order food, he just sat in the lobby and asked me to watch others eat, and I got hungry just looking at it."

"There are people who eat very deliciously. Drinking plain water tastes better than others. I often meet them. Then I will ask for the same dishes as others, and after a few tries, I can find what I like."

Mo Zhouli's black line: "That's for you to coax. Mr. Fan is not a little doll of a certain age."

Regardless of her, whether you can coax her or not, try first.

Mo Zhouli: "Next time you put a mirror in front of you and eat to yourself. You look delicious when you eat."

"I knew!"

So on top of that, if there is a chance, I will have a restaurant staff meal with Fan Shuojing, bring my own lunch box and chopsticks, and bring them to the office to eat.

However, the effect was minimal, Fan Shuojing still took the cat's mouth and ate a little bit.

After chatting for a long time, An Tong asked Fan Yue again.Last time I asked, An Tong asked Mo Zhouli to help her pay attention to Fan Yue's affairs, and wanted all the gossip.

It's not easy for Mo Zhouli to inquire about the former president, so he knew that, and An Tong was squeezed like a bean.

"I really don't know. We all joined the company later, but we have heard of Mr. Fan's name, but we haven't seen it with our own eyes. If you really want to know, find those old employees who are more than ten years old."

After finishing speaking, Mo Zhouli looked at An Tong hesitantly, and tried several times before asking: "What's the relationship between you and Mr. Fan?"

An Tong lowered his head to eat, stuffed open the barbecue, and replied vaguely: "She gave me money, and I work for her."

After finishing speaking, An Tong settled down, and turned to look at Mo Zhouli: "Otherwise?"

Mo Zhouli shook his head: "This...do you know why our forum is closed?"

An Tong cheered up: "What's the reason? I asked Mr. Fan, but she didn't tell me!"

Mo Zhouli was silent for three seconds, with an expression of "you take care of yourself": "Someone in the forum said, uh, you are going to enter Fan's house."

An Tong: "I live at Mr. Fan's house, what's the matter?"

Mo Zhouli didn't say "Fuck" and held back for a long time, unbelievable: "You live with Mr. Fan!?"

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