It turns out that my neighbor is a god.

Chapter 45 How Do You Know I'm Downstairs? (two more)

An Jing didn't want to understand why she wanted the millet scum, but An Ran, the elder sister of her pet sister, didn't ask the reason, and sent the things to her after the express delivery resumed on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, just two days after the Spring Festival, the bank notified the convening of an all-staff meeting and heart-receiving meeting, and the parcel arrived on this day.

Since there was food in it, An Jing was worried that she would be bored, so she could only move the things to her colleague's car after get off work, and went to the head office for a meeting together.

At the meeting, An Jing listened to the leader's long speech, and thought to herself: Her heart has been closed long ago. After all, she is a person who works during the Spring Festival, and she has no chance to go out for a while.

She couldn't help deserting, thinking for a while how to get such a heavy package back?How many bowls did her elder sister send her? Could there be anything else?
The meeting lasted until after eleven o'clock in the evening, and when the meeting adjourned, everyone was exhausted.

Some people say that the most tiring time is when you come back from vacation, that is, "post-holiday syndrome".

An Jing looked at the tired looks of her colleagues and deeply agreed.

"By the way, An Jing, where are you going to hire for this year's double employment?"

When I went to the car to pick up the package with my colleagues, my colleagues couldn't help asking.

Double employment is held in the industry every year, that is, employees can choose new positions, and leaders can also choose employees, so as to realize two-way selection and optimal allocation of human resources.

In addition to the position of teller, the positions here can also apply for credit account manager, assistant, supervisor, etc., but after the double employment of assistants and supervisors, there are more exams and speeches.

An Jing performed well after the operation. From a savings teller to a public teller, she went to the office for rotation. It can be said that she has developed in an all-round way and has always been the focus of the leadership.

The branch they are currently in was newly approved by the China Banking Regulatory Commission last year. As an all-round talent, she was assigned by the leader to sit in the branch when she was supposed to be promoted to an assistant. The people who came with her were basically the best talents of the same period.

There is no other reason. As a new outlet with an important strategic position, the head office hopes to establish its brand image, so the requirements for tellers are much higher than other outlets.

But after more than a year, who wants to stay in the position of a front desk teller forever?So a colleague asked this question.

"I haven't figured it out yet, anyway, I rent a house wherever I go." An Jing replied.

"No, I'm talking about the position..." The colleague stretched out his finger and pointed to the ceiling.

Only then did An Jing realize that what she was talking about was a promotion.

She frowned slightly, thought seriously, and then shook her head.

The colleague was a little stunned, "You are so good, you came from a famous university, and the leader values ​​you, you..."

An Jing smiled, but said nothing.

After working for three years, except for credit, she has mastered almost all the business, and this job has become no challenge for her.

She has carefully studied the structure of the bank, and she has only three paths, either to become a customer manager in credit, or to be promoted to a supervisor, or to go to an agency.

She once went to the agency for a job rotation, and she would not comment on the working atmosphere of the agency, and the work of the supervisor is actually not much different from the current one, so if you want to challenge, the only way is to get credit.

But the account manager just wants a "pungent" personality, and she can't get rid of it, and she doesn't like to socialize, so this road is basically blocked.

After thinking about it for a long time, she actually found that she was more content with the status quo. At least dealing with customers every day and helping them solve things within her capacity would make her feel more meaningful.

Although in the eyes of others, "not looking for job promotion" = "not thinking about making progress", she is really satisfied with her current state.

In particular, she has been recognized by most of the surrounding residents, and some old people even stuffed her with a piece of chocolate from the password slot after finishing business, treating her like a granddaughter.

This kind of precious getting along, this little bit of warmth, made her like window service, even though window service is considered tiring and low-level by so many people, and the time is not flexible.

But she really likes it.

"You, if I had your degree, I would have advanced a long time ago!" The colleague also understood her uncontested personality, so she could only sigh with regret.

An Jing smiled again, but said nothing.

As soon as she saw her smile, the colleague felt like a spring breeze, "Hey, remember, the selection of the smiling teller has come down, please treat us to a drink!"

"Ok, no problem!" An Jing readily agreed. They were the ones who urged her to sign up, but she was actually rated.

During the conversation, the two had already walked to the car. The colleague took out the key and unlocked the car. The car honked twice, and then she turned her head to look at her and said, "Let's go, I'll see you off!"

"How can I do it? It's not on the way. Besides, your child is still waiting for you at home! I'll just go out and take a taxi." An Jing quickly refused.

"Oh, it's just an extra 10 minutes of delay, Moji, get in the car!" The colleague waved his hand handsomely, and he got in the car first.

An Jing shook her head, and got into the passenger seat, "Then thank you!"

"What are you talking about! Let's go!"

Don't look at my colleague as a female driver, but she is skilled.

But the girl in the bank, which one is not "King Kong Barbie"?
An Jing couldn't help laughing, thinking of the time when she entered the bank, the warehouse was not outsourced to a special escort company at that time, and they had to wear bulletproof vests and helmets every day when they picked up and delivered the warehouse, and carried the warehouse to the door by themselves on the car.

A full box can hold 160 million in cash, plus the stamp and heavy empty certificates and the weight of the box itself, it is dead heavy, and the body armor is not ordinary heavy.

In addition, girls are required to wear 3-6 cm high heels to work, and they carry boxes with both hands while stepping on high heels.

An Jing's strength was developed at that time, and they jokingly called it "tearing the warehouse box with bare hands".

Later, after Kuqa was outsourced and no need to carry the warehouse box, people seemed to degenerate again, really...

"What are you laughing at?" The colleague turned his head and glanced at her.

"I just thought of some things that I just came in before. I still remember a joke my master told, and the password set by someone was 141242."

"One is one, two is two, I've heard this too!"

The two immediately laughed in the car, An Jing shook her head, she really couldn't finish vomiting all day about the bank slot.

"There is another sentence," the colleague sighed, "one person is in the bank, and the whole family is busy; two people are in the bank, and the baby becomes a hooligan."

An Jing couldn't help turning her head to look at this working mother, only to see that the smile on her face was full of helplessness, and she heard her spit: "I went out in the morning and my son didn't wake up, and he went to bed early when he came home at night. We did all the handwork." With the help of the Empress Dowager, I sometimes feel that this child has nothing to do with me."

"It's also hard work." An Jing didn't know what to say, because this job was really unimaginably busy.

"By the way, you and your boyfriend have been separated temporarily for the past two years. What will you do when you get married? The two of you are going to have children, and it's too expensive to hire someone, so you can only bring them here when you are old. You and his mother get along well. come?"

An Jing didn't expect that the topic would suddenly involve herself, so she couldn't help lowering her eyes.

The colleague was driving intently and didn't hear her reply, so he turned his head and glanced at her, "What's the matter, can't you get along? It shouldn't be, you have such a good personality!"

An Jing then sighed, looked up and looked forward, "We broke up."

"what!"

Afterwards, the colleague saw that An Jing had no desire to chat, so he sighed with emotion, "That's it", and then brought the topic over.

Private cars don't need to stop like buses, and it's late at night, there are basically no cars on the driveway, so colleagues quickly sent An Jing downstairs.

In order to express her gratitude, An Jing was going to unpack the package and give two bowls of millet dregs to her colleague. It happened that the colleague had children at home, and the children loved to eat it. As a result, the colleague quickly waved his hand, started the car and left.

An Jing looked at the car going away, but she remembered her colleague's love in her heart, thinking that someone would take it to work tomorrow.

Then, just as she was about to carry her things up, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

For some reason, her first reaction was Bai Chuan.

Looking up, a tall figure came down from the corridor, it really was Bai Chuan.

He was still wearing the coral fleece panda home clothes, and he froze for a moment when his eyes met her. He stopped on the platform at the corner, and a second later, he came downstairs again.

Then he squatted down, picked up the heavy cardboard box she had just removed from the car, turned around and walked upstairs.

Under the dim corridor lights, he appeared abruptly, and the helper didn't say a word. An Jing looked at his back, frowning slightly.

Then, she quickly followed upstairs.

When she reached the fifth floor, she didn't rush to take out the key to open the door. Instead, she looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know I'm downstairs?"

　I can't finish complaining about the bank's complaints all day long. The editor asked me to write about the value of this profession, but "goose", I just want to complain...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)