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229 Chapter 227, life-saving poison ([-])

Zhao Zhiyang knew that going to Liu Gang to borrow sales was a poison, but he still had to rely on it to save his life.

He is not the only one who behaves like this.

In the corner office on the fourth floor of the office building of Qinghe Distillery, Sui Bianbian, who had just been transferred here, looked helplessly at the documents on the computer.

These densely packed texts are far more troublesome than billing and collecting money.

Not only must there be no typos, but it must also be fluent, read well, and look good. Readers are really hard to serve! (╮(╯▽╰)╭)
Recently, my boss, the assistant to the chairman, Liu Qingyu, seems to have been unhappy. If he hadn't had this position, I would have foamed at the mouth after scolding him.

If things go on like this, can this work continue?

If there is a problem with the relationship, it must be treated with medicine.

Sui Bianbian has prepared a good prescription, which should be able to prescribe the right medicine.

Because she also heard privately that this wretched little mage Liu Qingyu seems to have a cold for beautiful women.

Didn't this hit the muzzle?

Don't forget, Sui Bianbian was able to come to this new department because of his beauty.

Near noon, Sui Bianbian came to Liu Qingyu's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter!"

Liu Qingyu looked at the person coming.

"Mr. Liu, I'm sorry to bother you. I changed the manuscript you gave me yesterday. I don't know if it's okay. Why don't you delay your rest time after dinner and help me look at it?"

Sui Bian smiled like a flower, as if she was acting like a baby.

Liu Qingyu shook the water glass on the table, the soup inside was still warm.

"Just copy it and let me see!"

Let the leader follow you to check the materials, what do you think?

"I forgot to bring the USB flash drive, Mr. Liu, thank you for your hard work!"

Sui Bian was still smiling, not embarrassed at all.

"I will guide you in your work, and I still have to go to your office? Do you have any common sense? Do you understand the rules?"

Liu Qingyu got angry when he saw the decoction in the water glass.

"Oh, Mr. Liu! Didn't I forget it? Work hard! Okay!"

Although Sui Bianbian's working ability is not good, his attitude is good. No one can refuse such a way of asking for help.

Everyone has their own areas of expertise, so don't underestimate anyone.

After having lunch in the leader's cafeteria, Liu Qingyu walked to the fourth floor a little unhappy.

The office building is very quiet, and most people are resting or going out to do their own things.

He never came to the fourth floor unless there was anything wrong.

Apart from a small conference room, this is the archives room, deserted, like a cold palace.

Zheng Yongping threw his brand department here, which shows his contempt and humiliation for himself.

Oh shit!Now I am La Qingdan, bear with it!
Sui Bianbian's office is at the innermost, like a corner that no one cares about.

Liu Qingyu knocked on the door, pushed it, and walked in.

"Have you eaten, Mr. Liu? Please, can you read this paragraph?"

Sui Bian walked over, smiled, and closed the door smoothly.Then sit at the desk and look at the text on the computer.

Liu Qingyu looked down at the materials impatiently, with a bit of resentment in his heart.

He wanted to take a look at it pretentiously, and then just use any unqualified as an excuse to reprimand this leaderless subordinate.

But his resentment quickly faded away.

Sui sat side by side at the desk, looking at the computer screen seriously.

She was wearing a baggy T-shirt, and she couldn't even look sideways, so carefully.

Liu Qingyu immediately discovered that Sui Bianbian didn't bring colorful flags.

!!!

You will be at the top of Ling Jue Ding, and you will see all the mountains and small mountains!

wrong!
It's a chest full of stratus clouds, and you can see all the mountains at a glance!

Eight points of resentment had long since been replaced by three points of nervousness and seven points of joy.

Sui Bian pointed to a text on the screen, raised his head and asked:
"Liu Dong, look at the font, is it big or small?"

"Big! Big! Very big!"

Liu Qingyu swallowed and pointed out the font size problem.

The font size is too big, it is easy to make people dizzy, but the vertigo is actually very good.

"These few words here, you have to change them, it's here!"

Liu Qingyu reached for the mouse on the table, and in a hurry, came across a ripe pumpkin.

He kept clicking on the computer with the mouse.

Sui Bianbian was still extremely serious, keeping his eyes on the mouse, as if nothing was more important than modifying these words.

Liu Qingyu's mouse began to operate quickly, and the silky feeling was really pleasant.

But in the end, the documentation was so messed up that it couldn't be handed in at all.

"Dong Liu, this material... I don't have a backup!"

Sui Bian grabbed Liu Qingyu's arm, as if he was very regretful about throwing away the materials.

"Don't be afraid... I... I will write another one..."

Liu Qingyu knew that this material was useless, but his hand was still holding the mouse and moving on the document, as if he was unwilling to lose this material just like that.

It was only at that moment that he suddenly discovered that the traditional Chinese medicine he had been taking for more than half a year finally had an effect.

The old Chinese doctor does not deceive me!
He felt that the disease that had accompanied him for a long time disappeared suddenly, and at the same time, the shackles in his heart also disappeared.

Liu Qingyu threw away the mouse, turned to climbing, and went forward bravely.

"Liu Dong, what are you doing here?"

Sui Bian frowned, but there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You are still not good at writing materials. You are much worse than Director Zheng. I have to teach you well. At that time, you will be the director of the office!"

Liu Qingyu exhausted all his strength and came to the highest point of the mountain to look around, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Another bad check.

"Then...no, I'll starve to death before I become a director. My salary...is not enough to eat!"

Sui Bianbian has no idea about whether to be the office director or not, but he is quite concerned about the meager income.

"Don't worry, I will definitely not treat you badly!"

"You give me a raise?"

Sui Bianbian knew that Liu Qingyu was in a good mood at this time, and it was a good time to negotiate terms.

"Guaranteed to be more enjoyable than earning wages! As long as you listen to me, it will definitely be the same!"

Liu Qingyu was already standing on Mount Tai's Eighteen Plates, unable to turn around at all.

……

The office on the fourth floor of Qinghe Distillery is a little cold in winter and a little hot in summer.

Top offices will have this problem.

This is why it can only be used as an archive room and a meeting room.

But that day, the office was extremely hot, as if the air had already been scorched.

Although Liu Qingyu was burnt to pieces, he saw the blue sky and the endless traffic through the window glass.

Sui Bianbian turned out to be an excellent orchestral performer.

The orchestral music she played was very tactful and lingering.

It was also her persistent playing of music that made the lonely Liu Qingyu find a bosom friend.

For Liu Qingyu, the music played is life-saving medicine, which can bring him back to life.

It was a pity that he did not understand that sometimes poison seemed to be very effective, but it did not cure the disease.

He is already on the road of irreversible recovery, going further and further.

……

Liu Gang thought about it all afternoon, but he still called Cao Mengxing. Zhao Zhiyang's borrowing of sales was like a chicken rib, tasteless to eat, and a pity to throw away.

I don't know how Cao Mengxing views this issue.

(End of this chapter)