She stretched and immediately took the document to the president's office.
As soon as she entered, she saw Secretary Lin, who looked very unhappy.
She didn't know what had happened, nor did she want to ask, and then handed the translated documents to Secretary Lin.
Normally, documents are handed over to Lin Congzhi, who is also President Jiang's secretary, so it is most appropriate to hand them over to him.
"Secretary Lin, the documents!"
"Documents?" Lin Congzhi frowned and asked, "Weren't they submitted yesterday? There haven't been any important matters these past few days, so why are there documents?"
The old witch paused, quite puzzled.
Is Manager Lin genuinely unaware, or is he pretending not to know?
Didn't Jiang Yimei tell him about it and warn him to be careful?
To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, she decided to explain: "This is an English document that President Jiang requested be translated."
"English documents?"
Lin Congzhi's lips curled up slightly as he remembered a document concerning export trade.
This document was sent by a foreign company, and it was all in English. With his English proficiency exceeding level twelve, reading English documents was as easy as reading Chinese documents.
But Jiang Yimei, who usually failed English, was different, so he suddenly understood.
"This girl really doesn't want to say another word to me, or she doesn't want me to think she's bad, or she doesn't want to owe me a favor."
This approach is very inefficient. If she really wanted to handle all the big and small matters in the company, she should have come to him within three days. This is where his confidence comes from.
"You can go now. I'll give the documents to her later."
He leaned back lazily, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and ignored Manager Yan.
The old witch's curious eyes remained fixed on Lin Congzhi.
Finding Lin Congzhi idle and no longer as engrossed in his work as usual, she shifted her gaze to his desk but saw no documents. A startled guess formed in her mind, and she asked curiously, "Secretary Lin... have you handed over all your work to President Jiang?"
Lin Congzhi raised an eyebrow, then opened his eyes, stared at her, and asked unfriendly, "Yeah? What's wrong? You don't believe in her abilities?"
"It's not that I don't believe her, it's just that she's mediocre and really can't handle the company's affairs, big or small."
The old witch answered tremblingly, unable to meet Lin Congzhi's eyes, which could devour a person alive.
Lin Congzhi criticized, "Abilities are developed through practice. Do you think you were born knowing how to run and jump?"
"Yes, yes."
The old witch looked a little grim because she realized she was talking to someone who was in a daze.
Such a conversation is completely meaningless, because someone in a state of infatuation will definitely try their best to protect their "goddess".
This kind of pampering made her very jealous.
If someone were willing to hand over a company to her to manage, she would definitely marry him.
A man as exceptionally good as Secretary Lin is extremely rare; perhaps only one in a thousand years will appear. Her wish may be dashed.
To this day, she still doesn't understand what is so special about Jiang Yimei that makes Secretary Lin so infatuated with her.
"Why!"
There were some things I couldn't understand, and some people I just couldn't comprehend. It was best to stay put and do my job. So I left the president's office.
The old witch left shortly after she finished get off work.
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