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20 1 1 year, Huaxia, Beijing Wanli Real Estate Development Co., Ltd.
"Chen Gong, print 20 copies of the information immediately, and use it for the meeting of company leaders in half an hour ..."
"Chen Gong, immediately send this document to Beijing Housing Authority ..."
"Chen Gong, to tidy up the conference room. There is a middle-level cadre meeting in the afternoon ... "
"Chen Gong, make a report and fill in my data. Manager Zhao will go to see it tomorrow. "
Chen Nong has a manuscript in his hand. "Ok, I'll be right there." Say that finish Chen Gong conveniently put the handwritten manuscript in the shredder.
"I fill in the data of fart!"
Chen Gong didn't say hello to anyone, and ran out of the manly mouth of Wanli Real Estate Development Co., Ltd. in one breath. I feel very uncomfortable. Shit, what's the name of this class? Being a handyman all day is nothing positive. I took out my phone. "Hey, Wang Qian, where is it? Don't worry about it in the afternoon. Our name is Huang hai B. no Let's find a small restaurant to eat and drink until we get drunk. " All right, it's the Yuelai restaurant in high school. All right, see you later. "
Chen Gong hung up the phone, still complaining. "What a broken company, he knew that let me send this to write that. I fucking quit. " He waved and stopped a taxi.
Chen Gong got into a taxi and sat in the passenger seat. "Master, Beijing. ...
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