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Tan Jian couldn't hold back his anger, but he didn't dare to do anything under Fang Yan's nose, so he could only let others look at him and laugh at him.

With no one to find trouble, Song Qingyou's work is on track.

The meeting lasted for more than three hours, with no breaks at all.

Therefore, there is a lot of content in the meeting, and it is impossible to record less. It will take a long time to sort it out later.

The people sitting next to Song Qingyou were secretly frightened when they saw her fingers flying on the keyboard, and her typing almost left an afterimage.

After the meeting, the director of the warehouse management department walked away so fast that Yu Muhuai had to keep up, and he didn't even have time to say hello to Song Qingyou.

Fang Yan stood up and packed his things. After seeing that everyone was almost gone, he asked in a low voice:

"Ms. Song should have recorded the contents of the meeting, right?"

Song Qingyou nodded slightly, "Assistant Fang, do you want to take a look?"

"No need for the moment." Fang Yan paused and then asked, "Can I ask what happened before the meeting just now?"

Song Qingyou wanted to tell the truth.

But when the words came to his mouth, he inexplicably thought that he and Jiang Zhihan only had a cooperative relationship, and Tan Jian was a senior executive of the company. If he really said it, it would be embarrassing.

Not to mention, the person in front of him was not Jiang Zhihan.

So Song Qingyou replied calmly: "It's nothing, it's just a small contradiction. Assistant Fang doesn't need to worry about it."

If it were an ordinary little girl, and if she knew Jiang Zhihan, she would probably tell her any grievances she had. If she was more arrogant and domineering, she might even directly order his assistant to do this or that.

Song Qingyou was different. She didn't even reveal her thoughts about knowing Mr. Jiang.

Fang Yan nodded clearly, "If Miss Song has any questions, you can come to me directly."

"good."

The scene of the two talking was watched by someone who cared.

Although the voice was not loud and it was difficult to hear what was said, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Fang Yan was very polite to Song Qingyou.

Tan Jian, who was pretending to sort out the materials, believed that Song Qingyou and Fang Yan might be having an affair.

——No wonder you are not afraid of offending yourself, it turns out you have climbed to a high branch!

After the meeting, Song Qingyou spent half an hour sorting out all the records and handed them to Shen Fei.

"So fast?"

Even Shen Fei, who is extremely capable at work, was also shocked by Song Qingyou's high efficiency.

"There's nothing missing, right?"

"I checked the recording three times and found nothing missing."

Shen Fei looked at the original version of the record, which was what Song Qingyou wrote during the meeting, and the more she looked at it, the more incredible it became.

"You have written down everything everyone said...you can type fast enough."

She raised her head and said, "No wonder people on the Internet said that even if you are not a star, there is nothing wrong with you."

After Shen Fei got off work yesterday, she went to look for some news related to Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou smiled: "I just practiced it in private."

"It's amazing." Shen Fei praised.

She likes people who are motivated and hard-working. Now, of course, the more she looks at Song Qingyou, the more satisfied she becomes.

"If you are not an artist, you can directly work in our secretarial department. Academic qualifications are not a problem for people with strong abilities. I think Mr. Jiang and Special Assistant Fang won't mind either."

After being a kindergarten teacher, Song Qingyou received another offer as a secretary.

Zhuang Wei, who was about to come over to submit documents, also heard Shen Fei's words.

One of the rules of the Jiangyuan Group's secretarial department is that the number of department members is fixed. Song Qingyou may not know this, but she has a good reputation.

Once Song Qingyou becomes an official secretary, there is a high probability that she will fail to become a regular secretary and be asked to pack up and leave!

For Zhuang Wei, being able to work in one of the top 100 companies in the world is much better than being an artist!

Who knows if Song Qingyou will agree?

Zhuang Wei felt anxious and jealous, and couldn't wait to come over with the folder and interrupt the conversation between the two.

"Sister Shen, there are still things I don't understand about this project, and I need your help to answer it..."

Hearing this, Shen Fei waved her hand, indicating that Song Qingyou could leave.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Qingyou was invited out for a dinner.

Lin Hui and the others were too enthusiastic. If she refused, it would be too ignorant.

However, the few of them had not yet decided where to eat, and Shen Fei also joined the party.

As the "half" leader of the department, the group naturally wanted to welcome him.

"Why don't we all go together? We can take this opportunity to build a team."

Shen Fei looked up at the others, "What do you mean?"

Many people turned to look at Lin Hui, who was usually the boldest, and winked at her in various ways.

Song Qingyou had only been at work for two days, but there was no tacit understanding between them.

When he was confused, he heard Lin Hui ask: "Then the department team building at the end of this month...will we continue?"

Someone saw that Song Qingyou was confused and explained to her in a low voice: "Every team building is scheduled on Saturday and Sunday. It's annoying."

Because it takes up rest time, no one likes team building very much.

If this dinner party can replace this month’s team building, everyone will be happy!

Shen Fei thought for a while, "The department team building at the end of this month has been cancelled. I'll go and talk to Special Assistant Fang later."

"Should we call the assistant above for the dinner party?" Lin Hui continued to ask.

"I will invite him, I don't know if he will come."

After Shen Fei finished speaking, she went to the drawer and took out some hospitality coupons, "I have hospitality coupons for this high-end restaurant. Do you want to go?"

Everyone looked at the name of the restaurant and suddenly cheered.

Although Shen Fei is extremely strict at work, it does not prevent her from having a good relationship with the people in the office.

Eventually, everyone in the department headed straight to the restaurant.

As expected, Fang Yan declined everyone's invitations on the grounds that he still had work to deal with.

Song Qingyou was riding in Shen Fei's car

——Because other people in the department didn't want to be "alone" with Shen Fei, they pushed Song Qingyou into Shen Fei's passenger seat.

At Shen Fei's request, the restaurant staff put several tables together so that everyone could sit at the same table.

Before the food was served, the group couldn't help but ask Song Qingyou about some things in the entertainment industry.

Apart from gossip about other artists, Song Qingyou has quite a lot to talk about.

Lin Hui listened to these people endlessly and hurriedly came forward and said:

"You keep asking Qingyou questions, making her unable to eat properly!"

Only then did the people who asked the questions react. After apologizing, someone said: "We have asked so many things, Qingyou can also ask us!"

"We can answer any little gossip in the company!"

Song Qingyou was not very interested in other people's affairs.

But when it comes to problems, she does have them.

I just don’t know if I can ask.

After thinking for a while, she finally spoke:

"I would like to ask...is Mr. Jiang often away from the company?"

Everyone at the table was stunned.

They didn't expect that Song Qingyou would ask about Mr. Jiang.

As subordinate employees, they really can't talk much about their boss.

Everyone looked at Shen Fei, making it clear that they wanted her to make a statement.