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Chapter 12 Maybe This One Is Right For Me

Chapter 12 Maybe This One Is Right For Me

"Okay, you two stop arguing, hurry up and sort out the materials you have on hand, and remember to explain clearly to Si Nian." Sun Meng said.

As the oldest and longest-serving employee in the first part of the market, Sun Meng stopped the dispute between the two in time.

Half an hour later, Fu Weitao was the first to hand over the outreach materials he had in hand to Si Nian.

"Si Nian, we are not targeting you. No one would have thought that Manager Yuan would arrange outreach for you, but in the future, if you don't understand anything, just ask!" After returning from the conference room, Fu Wei, who had been silent for a while, Tao whispered to Si Nian.

Si Nian took the green folder in his hand, flipped through it casually, the information was organized very carefully.

"It's okay, it's work anyway, maybe this one is suitable for me." Si Nian smiled and raised the folder in his hand to Fu Weitao.

Fu Weitao saw Si Nian smiling at himself without any suspicion, scratched his head shyly, and sat back at his desk.

Fu Weitao is 28 years old and a local. He graduated from Dongcheng University with a master's degree in architectural engineering.It is said that he was an intern at Tuoyuan when he was still in the first year of graduate school, and he naturally had no business ability.

In terms of appearance, Fu Weitao is a refreshing big boy, with black-rimmed glasses on his slender and fair face.

Si Nian's impression of him is that he is serious and careful in his work, as can be seen from the document in her hand, it is so accurate that even a single punctuation mark is not bad.

Half an hour later, the outreach materials from Sun Meng, Wang Yaya and Tang Xiaoqin were also passed to Si Nian.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still an hour before get off work. Si Nian opened the files and began to organize them.

At this time, in Yuan Mengjia's office.

Meng Tian changed his aggressive look just now, and swayed around Yuan Mengjia's arm, like a docile sheep, with a sweet voice.

"Sister Yuan, I was wrong!"

Yuan Mengjia gave her a stern look, threw away her arms, and said, "You can be wrong, you can be my home and my master, why, do you want me to give you this position!"

"Oh! Sister Yuan, don't be angry, it's my fault, okay!" Meng Tian stuck to her faceless.

"Okay, sit down!" Yuan Mengjia pointed to the chair opposite her desk.

When both of them sat down, most of Yuan Mengjia's anger disappeared.

"I know why you are targeting Si Nian so much, let me tell you, are you serious?" Yuan Mengjia hated iron for being weak.

"I didn't!" Meng Tian felt a guilty conscience of being seen through, but he still struggled and refused to admit it, his right hand kept twisting the end of his hair consciously.

Yuan Mengjia glared at her again, poured himself a cup of coffee, and then took out a bottle of juice for Meng Tian from the storage box behind him and threw it over.

"Thank you, Sister Yuan!" Meng Tian took the juice and said with a smile.

With such friendship for years, Meng Tian knew very well where Yuan Mengjia's bottom line was.

"Meng Tian, ​​follow me from the moment you entered Tuoyuan. At that time, we were all under Yan Dong's command. It was not easy to say during that time. Yan Dong and I were rivals at the time, and you supported me unconditionally. Later, we came together. I became independent and formed another film." Yuan Mengjia recalled.

"I will support you unconditionally now!" Meng Tian said after swallowing a mouthful of fruit juice.

Yuan Mengjia waved her hand, motioning her to listen to her.

"You should be very clear about the situation on our 25th floor. The three departments of ours have been fighting each other for two years. Although each has its own outcome, no one can guarantee that we will be pushed out one day.

(End of this chapter)

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