When Wen Xin and Zhang Yuanyuan saw that An Yiruo had received a phone call, they tactfully left An Yiruo's workstation.
"An'an, what are you doing?" Mo Jingchen thought that it was lunchtime and he wanted to have lunch with An Yiruo.
"I was just about to go out to eat with my colleagues," An Yiruo replied truthfully.
"An'an, but... I want to have lunch with you." Mo Jingchen said with a frown on the other end of the phone, clearly a little unhappy.
"No, we can't have any interaction at the company. That way, people won't suspect our relationship. Besides... I already promised them I'd have dinner with them."
Looking at An Yiruo's resolute tone, Mo Jingchen knew that he was destined to have lunch alone today.
"In that case, be careful when you go out to eat. Do you have enough money for food?" Although Mo Jingchen was a little unhappy, he still respected An Yiruo's decision.
"Chen, have you forgotten that I have your supplementary card?"
"Then you should go eat quickly, lunch break will be over soon."
Mo Jingchen reluctantly hung up the phone. Looking at the lunch on his table, he suddenly lost his appetite despite its appealing appearance.
After eating a few bites, he called over Assistant Zhou: "Give the order that all department heads and above come to the top floor for a meeting this afternoon."
"Yes, Mr. President."
Upon receiving this notification, all the department heads were terrified. Those who were eating immediately put down their chopsticks and went back to prepare the documents needed for the upcoming meeting.
She also went through her recent work from beginning to end, thinking about any oversights that she could make up for before meeting the president.
When the time came, the department heads took the elevator one by one, heading to the top floor for a meeting with nervous anticipation.
They had already heard that the president was in a bad mood that morning, and that many senior executives had been severely scolded.
And they were just low-level managers, so they obviously couldn't escape this scolding.
The meeting began with each department reporting on their work. After several people had reported, Mo Jingchen closed his folder and looked at the managers present: "Is this what you were supposed to report to me?"
"President, is there...is there a problem?" a manager boldly asked for the president's opinion.
"With things made like this, you still dare to ask me what the problem is? Everyone, hand me a new copy before you leave work." After saying this, Mo Jingchen threw the folder on the table and got up to leave.
After watching Mo Jingchen and Assistant Zhou leave, some people took out tissues to wipe their sweat, while others took a deep breath and said, "Let's go, we'll be busy again today."
When the operations manager returned, his expression was also very unpleasant.
"An'an, look, the supervisor's face is as black as Bao Gong's," Zhang Yuanyuan whispered to An Yiruo.
"Aren't you afraid your supervisor will hear you saying that?"
"Don't worry, we're miles away from her office, she can't hear us. But just you wait, we'll be the ones suffering soon..." With that, Zhang Yuanyuan wheeled her chair away.
An Yiruo quickly discovered that things were just as Zhang Yuanyuan had said. The supervisor came out of the office, looked at everyone who was working, and said with displeasure, "Everyone stop what you are doing and each person is to reprocess all the data needed for the last quarter's report. Be quick."
After the supervisor finished speaking, he noticed that everyone was still in their seats and didn't seem nervous, so he shouted, "Hurry up, get moving! The CEO needs a lot of data before he leaves work. None of us can leave until we finish today!"
After saying that, the supervisor returned to his office, and all that was heard was the sound of the door closing.
"We have another job coming up, let's get started," a colleague said, and began preparations.
Once everyone was in work mode, they all became incredibly busy. An Yiruo, who had just started her job that day, didn't know what to do. Everyone else was busy, but she sat at her workstation, unsure of what to do...
"New guy, what's your name?" The supervisor asked in a displeased tone when he came out to get something and saw An Yiru sitting in front of her workstation, lost in thought.
"Supervisor, my name is An Yiruo, and I'm a new assistant intern," An Yiruo said as she stood up.
"Can't you see everyone's so busy they barely have time to breathe? How can you just sit here daydreaming?"
Faced with her supervisor's questions, An Yiruo didn't know how to answer. Because she...couldn't find a job she could do...
"I……"
"What do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean ''? Get busy right now and don't hold our operations department back'," the supervisor glared at her before leaving.
"Yuanyuan, is there anything I can do to help you?" An Yiruo felt embarrassed to sit there in a daze, so she walked over to Zhang Yuanyuan and asked.
"Ah... there's nothing I can do for you. Why don't you go ask Wenxin?"
“Okay,” An Yiruo said, running to Wen Xin’s workstation and asking the same question.
"Here's what you do, can you check this data for me? If you find any omissions, please let me know."
"Okay, Wenxin."
An Yiruo received her work assignment and returned to her workstation to get busy.
An Yiruo was quite adept at proofreading data. When she was in school, she often took on odd jobs to earn living expenses, and this kind of work was the most common among them.
While proofreading may seem to require little technical skill, it is extremely time-consuming and demands meticulous attention. Some people, unwilling to waste such time, seek out these services.
After An Yiruo had proofread all the data and marked the problems she had found, she handed it back to Wen Xin.
"An'an, you're amazing. You've done a great job," Wen Xin said, praising An Yiruo's meticulousness as she checked the data An Yiruo had proofread.
"I've done some data proofreading before at school, so I have some experience. Wenxin, please check it and let me know if there are any problems."
"good."
After Wen Xin finished speaking, she continued to bury herself in her work, while An Yi Ruo could only sit there in a daze at her workstation.
"Finally finished." Zhang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, pressed the send button, and slumped into her chair.
"This afternoon was truly a nightmare. It's been a long time since I've worked at such a high intensity. I'm completely exhausted," Zhang Yuanyuan complained to An Yiruo.
"I wonder if the president is in a bad mood today. None of the managers who went upstairs for the meeting were spared," another colleague joined Zhang Yuanyuan's discussion.
An Yiruo thought that Mo Jingchen seemed to be in a good mood when he left this morning, and when he called her at noon, she didn't notice that he was unhappy.
"Is the president unhappy?" An Yiruo asked, voicing her question.
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