“Mr. Zhou, do you use No. 6 to see this material?” Manager Liu patted the supervisor’s shoulder in one hand and held the supervisor’s hand in another, and said enthusiastically.
Mr. Zhou smiled: “Manager Liu, although the material of No. 6 is not as good as that of No. 8, but I can rest assured that you are doing things.”
I gave away Manager Liu, Mr. Zhou opened his hand. There was a small red envelope in his hand. When he opened the red envelope, it was a bank card with a password attached to the back. After opening the computer and checking, Mr. Zhou smiled smugly. 20,000, but he understood the reason. Although every time the materials enter the field, Mr. Zhou as a supervisor can get a sum from it, but compared to the old fox, he is more It’s just a stubborn salary. Taking this material as an example, the number 8 is required in the design, but the number 6 is actually used, which can earn hundreds of thousands from it, and Liu Jing ideally earns these hundreds of thousands in vain, the supervisor does not sign, If the materials do not enter the field, what does he use to earn? Thinking of this, President Zhou felt a little uneasy, and he should get more. Next time, he had to suggest that Manager Liu would take more.
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One year later
“News reports that the XX building collapsed, resulting in dozens of deaths and injuries. The specific reasons are being investigated.”
President Zhou was drinking tea, watching the news, listening to the news screaming constantly, and crying more than once. The XX Building was the one that worked with Manager Liu a year ago. Now the two are also cooperating. However, Mr. Zhou is not worried that that matter will involve himself. Although it is the person who signs the materials into the field, but the materials have already been manipulated, how can he check it, from the countertop. Not to own.
“Mr. Zhou, you have to get old again this time.” Manager Liu walked into the supervision office with a smile.
“Manager Liu, didn’t you say it wouldn’t happen?” Mr. Zhou pretended to be angry with the newspaper.
“Mr. Zhou, how could it be our problem? You can rest assured that I have managed to get up and down.” Manager Liu said to the Mr. Zhou that the thick red envelope in the bag was handed. “Mr. Zhou, look, the materials this time…”
Mr. Zhou looked at the red envelopes and put them in the drawer.
Mr. Zhou drove home at night, and there was a big traffic jam on the bridge. Mr. Zhou was strange at www.guidaye.com. It’s all past ten o’clock in the evening. How can there be a traffic jam? President Zhou slowly drove over the bridge and waited unhurriedly. In the afternoon, it was too crowded in the office. President Zhou had not seen how many red envelopes were. In the past two years, Manager Liu has become more and more courageous, and he will use cash to pack as much money as he likes.