When Ning Qiluo arrived at the Jiang Group building and saw the four large characters "Jiang Group," she suddenly regretted rushing over there.
She doesn't necessarily have to do it herself.
But when I heard Jones say that, I acted impulsively and... came.
She instinctively reached for her phone, but couldn't find it, then remembered that it was still with Sister Yang.
He told the driver, "I'll be down in about ten minutes."
The driver said, "Okay, Ms. Ning."
Ning Qiluo put on a mask, picked up a bag, got out of the car, and walked into the Jiang Group. At this time, all the employees of the Jiang Group had already left work, except for a few people coming in and out.
The front desk staff are still at their posts.
Ning Qiluo approached the front desk: "I need to see, um..."
The receptionist looked at Ning Qiluo, waiting for her to continue.
Ning Qiluo changed her tune: "I'm a food delivery person. May I ask which floor your CEO's office is on? This is the takeout he ordered."
Front desk staff: "..."
Ning Qiluo tried her best to smile to increase her favorability, only to find that she was wearing a mask.
You laughed for nothing.
Are you a food delivery person?
The receptionist looked Ning Qiluo up and down, her gaze lingering on the cloth bag she was carrying for a while.
They weren't wearing delivery uniforms, and the cloth bag didn't look like it contained food delivery.
Looking at her clothes, they weren't cheap either.
The receptionist had already concluded that the girl in front of her was probably someone of importance.
The purpose, of course, is to support President Jiang.
Unfortunately, this plan backfired.
She had the privilege of seeing the girl in the framed photo on President Jiang's desk a few times. She was incredibly beautiful, like a fairy, and not everyone could compare to her.
And the receptionist was certain that she was the future president's wife.
I really hope that one day I can actually meet the president's wife.
He said, "I can't confirm your identity since you're not wearing a uniform. Which company's delivery person are you? I need to register you here before you can come in. I need to leave your ID card and phone number. Finally, please pull down your mask."
Ning Qiluo: "..."
Although this is a normal procedure for many large companies to enter.
But Ning Qiluo still found it too troublesome.
Let Jiang Yingchi come down and eat by herself.
Thinking this through, she said, "I won't go up. You can tell your CEO to come down and get it himself, or you can bring it up."
The receptionist was taken aback.
She was all prepared to take the challenge, but the girl didn't follow the expected pattern.
"Miss, if you don't leave some information, we won't be able to deliver this food," the receptionist kindly reminded her.
Ning Qiluo glanced at the receptionist, then at the bag.
What she was thinking about was that she couldn't bear to see Jiang Yingchi go hungry.
So she took a few steps back, gave her phone number and ID number, and then gave her name: "My name is... Qi Luo."
"Yes, Miss Qi."
After the data entry was completed, only one last step remained. The receptionist said, "Please pull down your mask."
Ning Qiluo said slowly, "It's okay, but please don't take pictures of me, okay?"
The receptionist maintained a smile on her face, but inwardly she was mocking him.
Do you think you're that fairy in the photo frame on President Jiang's desk?
"How could that be? I just need to confirm; after all, it's my job," the receptionist said.
Ning Qiluo was relieved; she had been afraid of being filmed and having the photos secretly posted online.
So I slowly pulled down my mask—
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