Chapter 1057: Praise and Killing

Gu Jingyan was silent for a while before sending a message, "I'll send you there tomorrow."

Han Ruoxing laughed and said, "You still have amnesia. Control yourself. I feel like Lawyer Mo will be at the scene tomorrow. Don't show up."

Shang Lulu came back from the dead. If Mo Mingxuan hadn't lied to her last night, then there must be some hidden agenda, maybe he lured her there intentionally.

The classmates organized the trip together, and she was not afraid of any accidents. Moreover, she was convinced that Mo Mingxuan's target was not her. Even if it was really a conspiracy, under the current situation, he would not do anything to her.

Instead, Gu Jingyan went, which made her even more worried. Gu Jingyan was still pretending to have amnesia. His acting skills were enough to deceive ordinary people, but Mo Mingxuan was not that easy to fool.

Gu Jingyan couldn't resist her and finally agreed.

There was a knock on the office door, and Song Jiayu pushed the door open with documents in his arms and said warmly, "Ruoxing, these documents need your signature."

Han Ruoxing put down her phone and said, "Bring it over."

Song Jiayu put the document in front of her and looked around quickly.

The desk is cleaner than my face. There is not a single book on it, just a notebook and a pen. There seems to be something written in the notebook, densely packed.

Song Jiayu moved slightly, stood on tiptoe and took a look, and his eyelids suddenly twitched.

There was nothing written in that book, but one little tortoise after another.

She glanced at Han Ruoxing's computer page again. There was a stand-alone mini-game called Minesweeper, which was still running. She also ate a lot of fruit on the coffee table next to her, and there were several fruit cores on the paper towel.

Song Jiayu disdains it, so her mother tells her to be wary of such a loser?

Han Ruoxing did not sign in a hurry, but flipped through page after page. Song Jiayu became impatient and urged, "Ruoxing, can you hurry up? I have other things here."

Han Ruoxing didn't raise her eyes, "Team Leader Song, in the company, I still hope you will follow the rules and call me Mr. Han."

Song Jiayu frowned, "Ruoxing, there's no one else here, so there's no need to be serious about this, right?"

Han Ruoxing raised his eyes and looked at her, "I still like to follow the rules in everything. As long as we are in this company, we are superiors and subordinates. Public is public, private is private. Whatever happens in the future, it will not be because of the relationship between us. This relationship makes people feel that I am unfair. Didn’t Aunt Su also ask you to call her Mr. Su in the company? The reason is the same. "

Song Jiayu clenched her hands and looked dissatisfied, but she must have been beaten by Su Wanqin. She did not retort, but pressed the corners of her lips and said reluctantly, "I understand, Mr. Han."

Han Ruoxing nodded. After reading through it, he pushed the document over and said, "I can't sign this word."

Song Jiayu frowned, "What do you mean?"

Han Ruoxing said, "Your product test report hasn't been released yet, so I can't sign it."

"The samples will be sent for testing after the Chinese New Year. However, this thing generally needs to go through a process, which takes about ten working days. You sign it first, and we will produce it first. The test report will be available next Tuesday, and then it will be stamped. Just a chapter will do.”

Han Ruoxing asked, "What if the test result is unqualified? If the produced items cannot be used, who will bear the loss?"

Song Jiayu was a little angry this time, "This formula is based on the needs of customers. On the basis of the previous ones, we changed two things. Both are particularly safe raw materials. How could it be unqualified? Now we just go through the process. You sign, I just put it into production, and when the production is almost completed, the test report will come out, so that we can deliver the goods before the contract deadline. If we are delayed for one more day, we will have to pay liquidated damages!"

Han Ruoxing took his time and asked, "Since we knew the time was limited, why didn't we inform the other party when we signed the contract?"

Song Jiayu said in a deep voice, "This is how special perfumes are made. They have been done this way before and there has never been a problem."

"It used to be the past, but now it's me who signed the contract," Han Ruoxing leaned back and said calmly, "If something happens, the person who signed the contract will be held responsible. I'm timid and afraid of something happening, so I'd better wait until the test report comes out. .”

Song Jiayu said angrily, "You broke the contract by not signing, who is responsible for this?"

"Whoever took the order at that time is responsible for it. After so many years of doing it, can't you predict the shipping date accurately?"

Song Jiayu wanted to say something else, but Han Ruoxing waved her hand and said, "Team Leader Song, if you have nothing to do, go out first. I'm tired and I want to rest."

Song Jiayu held in her chest for a breath, and finally left with the contract in her hands, covering her face gloomily.

Not long after Song Jiayu left, Su Wanqin called Han Ruoxing's cell phone.

Han Ruoxing didn't answer. After hanging up the phone, she picked up the phone and dialed Song Wanqian's number.

"Dad, how was the game?"

Song Wanqian was very excited. He talked to her for a long time about the activities he could play in the past two days, and finally said, "Xingxing, come next time, dad will take you diving to see tropical fish."

Han Ruoxing smiled and said, "But I don't know how to dive."

"Dad will teach you how easy it is." Song Wanqian paused and asked, "How have you been at Caline these two days? Are you okay with work and other things?"

"It's good. On the day I joined the company, Aunt Su's assistant specially called everyone in the company to come to the lobby and introduced me to everyone. Everyone took good care of me."

Song Wanqian was stunned, "You mean Cheng Yue asked everyone to come to the first floor to greet you?"

"Yeah, Aunt Su didn't say anything in advance, which made me unprepared. It's really embarrassing."

Song Wanqian didn't speak for a long time.

They were all in business. Han Ruoxing didn't have to explain it too clearly. Song Wanqian could figure out what was going on by himself. Who in the workplace had never seen this kind of trick? What Han Ruoxing wanted was to plant a seed of doubt in his heart.

"That's it, Dad, you have fun. When you come back, remember to call me and I will pick you up."

Song Wanqian came back to his senses and said, "Okay, tell Dad if you have anything to do. Go ahead and do it."

Han Ruoxing responded.

The phone call probably had an effect, because half an hour later, Song Jiayu posted on Weibo, "Reincarnation is a technical job, and even a fool can direct it."

Although she deleted it quickly, Han Ruoxing had already used her trumpet to pay special attention to her Weibo. When she posted it here, she saw it there.

Han Ruoxing sneered, switched to Gu Jingyan's account, and ordered another bouquet of flowers for Song Jiayu.

Before getting off work, Song Jiayu posted on WeChat Moments again, posting the bouquet of flowers and photos of herself at work, "Just work hard, and everything good will come as planned."

Han Ruoxing left on time at half past five. Before leaving, she said hello to the employees on the same floor, "From now on, everyone will finish their work and get off work when the time comes. Be more efficient at work and don't be ineffective here." Volume time.”

There are many ways to win people's hearts, and giving away things is what Han Ruoxing despises the most. Because it requires money, she prefers to win people's hearts based on human nature.

After all, normal people wouldn’t like to work overtime, right?

The news that everyone on the 16th floor got off work at 5:30 quickly spread to the 15th floor.

Everyone looked at each other and looked at Song Jiayu's office.

In an office separated by pure glass, the blinds were not drawn. Song Jiayu lowered his head, holding a pen and reading a book seriously. There was a pile of folders on the table next to him, and he seemed to be not leaving get off work until he finished reading. (End of chapter)