Chapter 18 Job Changes
Today is the first day back to work.
After breakfast, Ye Qian returned to the office. The table, which had not been wiped for a few days, was slightly covered with a layer of dust.
I picked up the rag aside, soaked it in water and started cleaning.
Before the table was wiped clean, other people arrived in groups of three or four and everyone joined in the cleaning.
After finishing the cleaning, President Feng called everyone to his office for a meeting. He first asked everyone how they had spent the new year, and then asked everyone to get back to work.
The next step is to rearrange everyone’s work content for this year.
Although President Feng said this, after making all the arrangements, the work of other secretaries did not change, only his own job changed. He gave the task of issuing letters of introduction and stamping official seals assigned to him before the New Year to Pan Huiyu.
When President Feng said this, Wang Juan, Jiang Xia and Chen Xiaoling were a little surprised, only Pan Huiyu looked at me with a smug look on her face.
Well, this was something the two of them had discussed in advance.
This job isn't that great; it just reduces the amount of field work I have to do, and I don't have to deal with trivial household chores every day.
Moreover, if you have more work to do, it will be less likely for others to ignore you. Otherwise, how can you just be an errand runner and do odd jobs all the time?
But in the current situation, he was dismissed after solving the problem himself.
Ye Qian is not that stupid. Since you have already made up your mind, you just came to inform me. Even if I refute you on the spot, it will be useless and will only make things worse.
If I want to go to Han City, I need this job, so I have to endure it.
After the meeting, Wang Juan found herself alone and said, "No one expected the decision President Feng made today. Don't feel any psychological burden."
"I know, it's not that I'm not doing my job well, I just need to go to the grassroots level for more training. I understand." Everyone can say nice things.
When Wang Juan saw that I didn't have any ideas, she let me in.
It’s just a work assignment. If this one is gone, won’t I try for another one?
This reminds me of the grain factory's newspaper, which is also under the management of the trade union. Most of the manuscripts in the past were written by Wang Juan. Of course, other people can also contribute, but not many people do so. They are too busy with their own work to take care of anything else.
After lunch, I sat down and wrote.
How difficult can it be for me to write a piece of writing? I have been to the grassroots level and I am very familiar with grassroots affairs. People in the WeChat circle of friends in later generations often share some inspirational stories, and I read them occasionally. I add some inspirational stories based on the actual situation, which will definitely make people's blood boil and tears fill their eyes.
After Ye Qian finished writing the manuscript, she went out and put it in the mail box.
Pan Huiyu saw him go out and asked with a smile: "Where have you been?"
"None of your business." I replied bluntly.
Pan Huiyu doesn't think that we can still pretend to be friends as if nothing happened. Does she think I'm easy to bully, or does she have other thoughts in mind?
She still remembered what President Feng asked her to do a few years ago. Although she didn't know what it was, she always felt that it was related to her.
After get off work, Ye Qian still found Wang Juan to tell her about her investment, and then left work.
Wang Juan was confused, but she didn't say anything.
The next day, Wang Juan didn't talk to her about the manuscript. Although Ye Qian was a little anxious, it would be bad if she asked again.
On the third day at noon, when I was about to go to the cafeteria, Wang Juan called me over and pointed to the stool next to me: "Sit down. I've read your manuscript. It's pretty good."
Wang Juan didn't take it seriously at first. She had asked other union officials to write manuscripts before. They all had a good education, at least a high school diploma, but what they wrote was not ideal.
When Ye Qian was admitted to the trade union with only a junior high school education, I didn't take it too seriously. I didn't expect that she had good writing skills.
Ye Qian sat on the stool with a smile, "Thank you, Sister Wang, I still have a lot of shortcomings and need to continue learning."
Wang Juan had to re-examine her. This person was indeed very smart. She had just lost the task of making the official seal and now she had found a new one for herself.
"Your work doesn't really need any revisions, just publish it in the factory newspaper the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you Sister Wang. I was worried that my writing was not good enough." Wang Juan was happy to see Ye Qian being so humble.
Wang Juan said to Ye Qian, "You don't have to be modest. Your manuscript is very well written. Let's go eat first."
Ye Qian, who got the exact answer, was in a good mood all afternoon.
Why are you in a good mood?
She just lost a job assignment yesterday, and found another one for herself today. And Ye Qian knew that as long as she took over this assignment, she would no longer have to run around. How could she not be happy?
When the factory newspaper came out the day after tomorrow, the workers were really excited when they saw the inspirational stories they had written. Some of them even had tears in their eyes.
As soon as Ye Qian returned to the office and sat down at her desk, she heard Pan Huiyu's sarcastic remarks to her: "You don't know your own limitations. With only a junior high school education, you're still writing articles to show off your knowledge. It's really funny."
"It's so funny, how come you didn't die of laughter?" Ye Qian immediately retorted. Since everyone can't get along peacefully, then let's draw our swords and fight each other.
Did Ye Qian think Pan Huiyu was going to give up now? Was she unable to get rid of President Feng, so she just happily accepted it?
Ever since Pan Huiyu snatched his work assignment, she has been speaking very rudely and showing off all day long. Isn't it because she relies on her backers? Although he doesn't have any backers, he can't keep silent and make people think that he is easy to bully.
Ye Qian thought, it would be great if she could catch something useful on them, then her eyes flashed, isn't this a ready-made use of something useful?
It seems that these two people are in cahoots with each other. Pan Huiyu was obviously unwilling before, but now she accepts it so naturally. She must have received some benefits.
I have to find a way to expose this matter.
Pan Huiyu didn't believe that Ye Qian had that ability. She, a high school student, couldn't even write it, so how could she, a junior high school student, write such a good manuscript? When she read the manuscript, she almost shed tears, but when she saw that the signature below was Ye Qian, she forced herself to hold back the tears. She was so angry that she wanted to say a few words when she saw Ye Qian.
"you."
"What are you talking about? If you want to freak out, go out and freak out. Do you think the office is your home?"
Pan Huiyu retorted, "This manuscript definitely couldn't have been written by you. How could you have written one with only a junior high school education?"
Ye Qian must have asked someone else to write this for her. Could it be Wang Juan? She has always been responsible for this task, so how come it suddenly became Ye Qian? There must be something wrong with these two.
(End of this chapter)
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