Reborn on Top of Football

Back to Shi Wenjun's office, Wang Ai sat at his desk and pondered. Shi Wenjun poured a glass of water for Wang Ai and brought some candied fruit to entertain the guests. Well, it was mainly Shi Wenjun's favorite.

After a long while, Wang Ai finished thinking, looked at the large base outside the window and smiled before Shi Wenjun said: "In fact, our stupid team is a trustworthy team. Whether it is hiring employees or promoting cadres, we are honest and honest. Honestly speaking, the conscience is the main thing. And our system never pays too much attention to output. Of course, we still need to encourage the effective increase of output, but the punishment for trampling on food safety is also much more serious. Also, our internal quarantine and inspection department is mine. Those who are personally responsible have the right to inspect any product, access any information, and have a veto power in the appointment of cadres."

Speaking of this, Shi Wenjun opened the cabinet in the corner, took out a book and handed it to Wang Ai: "This is the details of our evaluation at the end of last year. Look at our ten outstanding employees and ten outstanding cadres. No one was selected because of the improvement of production efficiency. The only thing is to reduce waste, and the others are all to improve the level of food quality and safety management."

Wang Ai looked at it carefully and listened to Shi Wenjun’s narration. He raised his head for a long while, pondering what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t think of more. He knew Shi Wenjun didn’t lie, and the fool almost did it. The best and the ultimate, but he is still not at ease.

He stood up and looked around, and saw a few golden words on the wall behind him at a glance: "Take food as the sky, push yourself and others; not for profit, stick to your conscience."

This is the inscription that Secretary Jin gave to Stupid Food. He did not expect to be brought to Sichuan by Shi Wenjun. Wang Ai looked at these vigorous and powerful characters and muttered: “Public welfare is the foundation, and it is not for profit. Cut. Coupled with our safety orientation, um, I really should rest assured. We are guided by public welfare undertakings and have established a style that is almost an old state-owned enterprise. I really should rest assured... By the way, how is the old man?"

"Very good, now I'm busy leading a group of old ladies to dance square dances and sing model dramas all day long." Speaking of Secretary Jin, Shi Wenjun smiled: "Speaking of it, some people are hard to fill when they go to work. Both, but I retired and didn't have a good health. A person like Secretary Jin with two sleeves, but there is nothing wrong with his body, this is considered to be recovered."

Wang Ai smiled and sat in the chair again: "Okay, you remember that the football festival will be held next year. The game we watched at the Xiannong Arena a few days ago was very good. The Football Association leaders also attended and CCTV also reported. We will continue to work harder next year. The milk powder area needs to be expanded. It is best to buy dairy cows now to reserve productivity."

Seeing Wenjun nodding his head constantly, Wang Ai smiled: "You have been in this industry for several years, and I don't have to do anything in class anymore. I will go back tomorrow. The national team is going to train, remember to watch my Asian Cup. I I feel that these days are almost good, and now I am full of energy."

Shi Wenjun gave Wang Ai a white look, you are so strong, watching the cows are calling, what is it!

Seeing Wang Ai got up to leave, Shi Wenjun hurriedly stopped: "I still feel that you know what, now without others, you can't tell me?"

Wang Ai glanced at her and looked up at the chandelier: "I have analyzed with you just now, it will happen sooner or later, we have to..."

"I'm not talking about milk powder and idiots, I'm talking about the football festival." Shi Wenjun forced Wang Ai: "I have been thinking about it, and I always think this is a bit weird. You want to talk about playing football games for middle school students, expanding the football population, and expanding. I can understand our influence. This is a normal logical chain, but if you engage in a football festival, it is a bit too much. It will not increase the football population. After all, the restrictions on the football population are hard conditions. This is useless. You give each audience a small gift, I always feel like a carnival, this kind of thing if a business is organized, usually to strengthen the corporate reputation. But we do not need to grow, beyond and fools No. The most important thing is that the purpose is so vague, you are especially concerned. I don’t believe you are confused and worrying. Then you say, what are you planning? Even the person in charge of the front line can’t guess it. If you have anything hard to say, you can hide it from others, you can't even hide it from the person in charge."

Wang Ai looked at Shi Wenjun with a dull expression. She has asked this question several times. Little Beauty is not Huang Xin. She is an entrepreneur with a distinctive personality, not willing to be a puppet, even if it is Wang Ai. Nor does it work. On the other hand, such a person must have a clear purpose in order to inspire fighting spirit and devote himself to it, just like the foundation of an idiot.

"Come!" Wang Ai nodded his finger.

Shi Wenjun stood up and walked over, Wang Ai patted his thigh: "Sit on my lap and I will tell you."

Shi Wenjun smiled, approached, and stretched out Bai Shengsheng’s little hand against Wang Ai’s cheek, "snap" it was a small slap in the face: "I'm three years younger than Huang Xin! She is your sister, I just No? By the way, why have you never regarded me as a sister?"

Wang Ai smiled: "You are young."

"You!" Shi Wenjun took a few deep breaths... well, it was still flat.

"Why? Don't you have Qinglian? You two... I have heard about it! Also! I heard that many celebrities will invite you to dinner. Why?"

Wang Ai shook his head: "Top secret, I can't tell you if something happens to me."

Shi Wenjun looked at the man in front of her with the wrong teeth. She knew that she couldn't ask questions, so she suddenly laughed, turned sideways, put her **** on Wang Ai's leg, turned her head and looked at Wang Ai triumphantly.

Wang Ai's expression was dull, and he suddenly shook his head: "No, sit straddle!"

"Don't overdo it!" Shi Wenjun said sharply.

"Then you don't call it sitting, call it! You have to lift your legs off the ground to call it sitting!" Wang Ai forced sophistry.

"You said it!" Shi Wenjun grumbled, quickly pressed the desk, moved back a bit, and sat on Wang Ai's right leg with his thigh resting on Wang Ai's left leg: "Say! "

Wang Ai was dumbfounded when the little beauty was so vulnerable. Seeing her sitting unsteadily, Wang Ai also subconsciously put his arm on her back waist, although she didn't directly hold it with his hand, it also made her stiff.

"Say!" Shi Wenjun's face was flushed, his eyes were exceptionally big!

Wang Ai thought for a long time, then solemnly replied with a voice that only two people could hear: "...sixth sense!"

Wang Ailian Hotel, who was kicked out of the office by Shi Wenjun, did not dare to return, and fled back to Beijing that night. The little beauty is angry, what is the reason? The strategic decision of a company depends on the sixth sense? I can go to you!