There was silence in the group for a few seconds.
The unique name of the top seller lit up: "????"
"The top floor is an investment company."
Someone immediately cheered:
"As expected of the sales champion, he's always well-informed."
Sales leader: "...Look at the large group of people in the company."
A group of slackers opened their work group chat with a guilty conscience.
The pinned announcement clearly stated that the company was relocating because it had reached a new cooperation with Yan's Group, and Yan's Group would have a new investment company settled in Genting.
"Good boy, the case is solved, it's really Yan's."
"It's just a subsidiary of Yan's, but this subsidiary has a really high status."
“And it’s a new company I’ve never heard of!”
*
The special assistant paid attention to the small group and said to Mr. Lei with a smile, "You're right. Just say it's the Yan family, and no one will resist."
Mr. Lei: "We are just tenants, they are the owners."
"Besides, we are an insurance company. How much insurance does Yan's buy from us every year?"
"Insurance people should always be harmonious and make money."
The special assistant nodded and reported, "Everything has been arranged with the heads of each department."
“Genting’s property management said they would come and help us move if necessary.”
"Do you need to be polite?"
Mr. Lei shook his head: "You are still too young."
"Boss Yan did such a good job. He really made me look good."
"Let me move down one level. There are so many eyes watching me."
"I'm afraid that even though I won't say it, I'm still uncomfortable and have some thoughts in my heart."
"Even if he asks me to be a stepping stone for his brother, I have to accept it with a smile."
"This new banquet president is really good at it."
"First, offer benefits to lure people in, then use human feelings to win them over."
"I'm afraid that when Old Yan Dong came to power, he didn't have such a decisive ability."
Thinking of his pampered ancestor, Mr. Lei sighed.
There was envy in his tone: "Old Director Yan is really lucky. He has three such good sons."
Mr. Lei made the number three with his hand.
The special assistant thought of the unreliable second generation of his boss's family.
Think about the young master of the Yan family who is only eighteen years old and is about to move into the top floor of Genting Highlands.
Comparing yourself to others will make you feel thief angry.
He consoled dryly, "At least our young master... uh... isn't breaking the law!"
The special assistant racked his brains and finally came up with an advantage.
After hearing this, Mr. Lei felt even more upset.
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