Qingming has not yet passed, and the temperature in the morning is still a bit cold. However, there was an indescribable depressive restlessness everywhere in the sales department of Hengan.
"Have you heard? It seems that there is a saying that as long as today's performance report meeting is successful, everyone in the team building tomorrow will get a big red envelope?"
"Hey, the performance of each group this month is very good?"
"It doesn't matter whether the performance is good or not. The important thing is that Miss An was kicked out of the company."
"Tsk tsk, they are all family"
"I want to steal millions of dollars when I go back to the company, will you agree?"
Song Qingman passed by, heard it, and turned back two steps to join the discussion: "So the An family is so poor? There are only a few million to grab?"
"Song, Team Leader Song!"
The few people around were frightened and fell silent.
"If you have time to stand here and gossip, it's better to pay more attention to your work."
Song Qingman put her hands behind her back expressionlessly: "Is the venue all set up? Is there any problem with the slides? Is there a problem with the sound? Have you confirmed everything?"
"Let's go now!"
Several people ran away like birds and beasts.
Song Qingman turned around and ran into another person head-on.
"Group Leader Song," Ding Peng said with a pleading expression, "Can I postpone the meeting until tomorrow?"
He Tiantian has already contacted him, saying that Ms. An has signed the big list, but she can't come back in time. If the meeting is held tomorrow, then the three groups will definitely win.
After thinking about it, Ding Peng couldn't think of a good way, so he could only beg Song Qingman with all his heart.
After all, Song Qingman is the first sister of the sales department, maybe she really has the ability to postpone the meeting until tomorrow.
Song Qingman smiled slightly, and asked without answering: "What did you call me?"
"Uh, Team Leader Song."
"right."
The expression on Song Qingman's face changed, and she became serious, "My surname is Song, why don't you ask someone surnamed An to make such a request? You might as well improve your sales skills if you think about it all day long."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Ding Peng, he spun away on his heels.
Being scolded in public by a woman who was several years younger than himself, Ding Peng looked very nasty, he clenched his fists, then walked to a corner where no one was around, took out his mobile phone and called He Tiantian.
"Tian Tian, ??the meeting is going on as scheduled, how long will it take for you to return?"¡ª¡ª
"Are you all together?"
? Hengan meeting room was filled with employees from the sales department. On the rostrum, Wen Yuqi sat in the middle, An Xinming sat on her left, and several supervisors.
"Except for An Xinning and He Tiantian from the sales team," Song Qingman sat at the farthest seat and answered Wen Yuqi's words, "All the sales staff have arrived."
In terms of resources, Song Qingman was not qualified to sit on the rostrum, but An Xinming personally placed the nameplate with her name on it, and she sat down calmly and generously.
Although the employees didn't say a word, they all complained when they saw this scene: I'm afraid Song Qingman will be promoted again.
"The meeting time has passed five minutes."
Song Qingman's crisp voice heard everyone's ears at a leisurely pace, "Director Wen, I suggest that you don't have to wait any longer. Those who didn't show up should be dealt with absenteeism."
Good guy, in order to please the higher-ups, he does not hesitate to open his mouth to be an ugly person, no wonder he is the fastest-promoted employee of Hengan.
Wen Yuqi pretended to hesitate for a few seconds, "After all, it is a meeting of the sales department. It would be better if all the staff arrived."
"I don't abide by the working hours, and I have no sense of time," Song Qingman responded smoothly, "The performance of that kind of employee must be very poor, so don't waste everyone's time waiting for her."
"All right."
Wen Yuqi nodded, and a glance of satisfaction flashed through his eyes. It seemed that Song Qingman was a transparent person.
An Xinming immediately announced, "The meeting begins." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com