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Manager Gao had not said anything yet when Hong Xinran stood in front of her desk and extended her hand. "Manager Gao, I am new here and know nothing. Please take care of me."
Song Pearl looked at Hong Xinran in surprise, not expecting that her new job would be in the same department as hers. She had studied medicine and came from a decent family background, so it was surprising that she ended up in a job that was unrelated to her field.
"Another one who got in through connections," Manager Gao said, staring at the somewhat ostentatious Hong Xinran, who sat there without moving. "You two are both from Han Village Machinery Factory and don't think you can just coast by because someone put in a good word for you. If your work performance doesn't meet the standards, you'll still have to leave."
Hong Xinran retracted her hand nonchalantly and replied with a smile, "Understood, Manager. I will work hard."
Her psychological resilience is impressive; she acts just like a performer!
Song Pearl lowered her head, feeling that there was an element of acting in Hong Xinran's demeanor. They had known each other for a long time, and she had never seen this humble side of Hong Xinran before.
"Song Pearl, you can go out now," Manager Gao urged when she noticed that Song Pearl was still standing there. "The issue with President Jin was caused by you. Since you're back, you need to clean up the mess. If you can't complete it, you might as well leave this department and go back where you came from."
"Yes, I understand."
"Good luck!"
As Song Pearl reached the door, Hong Xinran gave her a victory sign and flashed a big smile. Song Pearl returned the smile, hoping that Manager Gao wouldn't make things too difficult for Hong Xinran.
Hong Xinran's smile widened as she saw Song Pearl's rare smile; it wasn't easy to come by.
For some reason, she always felt an urge to help Song Pearl. Seeing her smile made her particularly happy. With a smile, Hong Xinran turned back around, and Manager Gao had already changed to a more amiable expression. "Please sit down; I'll introduce your job responsibilities."
Could she have figured out my identity? Hong Xinran felt a jolt of surprise but quickly dismissed the thought. If she knew, she wouldn't have acted like that just now!
Thinking this, she felt somewhat constrained as she gently sat down on the nearby sofa.
Song Pearl walked out of the company with the documents, sitting on a bench by the roadside while looking at the number Manager Gao had given her. After being turned away at that hotel, she felt a lack of confidence. After thinking it over, she decided to make a call first.
Having a mobile phone was indeed convenient; holding it to her ear made her feel more confident.
“Hello, President Jin, I need to talk to you. May I ask where you are right now?”
Gao Xiaoxia remembered to smile while making the call, and she tried not to sound too stiff. She could manage a pleasant tone, but that flirty voice Song Pearl just couldn’t imitate.
“Who is this?” President Jin asked, his tone relatively friendly.
“I’m Song Pearl from Hongqing. I’d like to meet you to sign the contract we didn’t finish last time.”
“Oh, Song Pearl, you’re back at work already?” President Jin replied leisurely. “You should thank my generosity for that. How about we celebrate with drinks tonight?”
“I wouldn’t dare drink with you!” Song Pearl laughed and gently declined, trying to soften her voice. “You just got out of the hospital; you need to take care of yourself.”
“Alright then, come to my temporary office at Room 502,” President Jin didn’t insist further.
Song Pearl took a taxi to the entrance of Cheng Hotel. After getting out of the car, she hesitated at the door, fearing that the security would push her out again.
Sure enough, the two security guards who had kicked her out last time approached her again and said gruffly, “What are you doing here again? Didn’t we tell you we don’t serve you?”
Song Pearl couldn’t help but pout slightly; she was becoming somewhat famous at this hotel!
She regretted not sneaking in earlier, but now it was too late. She had no choice but to force a smile and say, “I’m here for business this time; I won’t be drinking. Please let me in, gentlemen.”
She smiled, and the expressions of the two security guards softened considerably. Before she could finish speaking, the guards enthusiastically pushed her inside, saying, "Go on, go on, if you need any help, just let us know."
This superpower really works! Song Pearl clenched her fist happily; things would be much easier from here on.
When she arrived at President Jin's office and knocked on the door, President Jin was already standing there to greet her. Song Pearl quickly smiled and said, "Hello, President Jin. Here is that contract; please take a look. We signed half of it last time."
Since she could resolve the issue as quickly as possible, there was no need for small talk. Song Pearl's smile was as bright as the orchids on the table.
"Alright, where do I sign?" President Jin returned to his seat and picked up a pen, looking completely different from when he was unreasonable at the hospital.
Song Pearl flipped through the contract and pointed out a few places.
Without hesitation, President Jin signed his name and handed the document back to Song Pearl, saying, "Just get it stamped and send it to our company for stamping. This is your first time doing this, so you're probably not familiar with the process yet?"
"Yes," Song Pearl replied with a smile as she accepted it. "Thank you, President Jin. Our Manager Gao is very familiar with this process; I just need to take the signed documents to her."
"Sit for a moment before you leave!" President Jin warmly insisted and then addressed the person accompanying him, "Song Jiuliang is great; he's a valuable talent for your company. You should nurture him well. If you don't need such talent, why not let him join our company?"
Only then did Song Pearl notice that there was another person beside them. Hearing President Jin praise the person sitting next to him made her feel a bit embarrassed to leave immediately, so she stayed and sat with them for a while.
She had practiced pouring tea and water quite well and skillfully poured water for both of them.
"This is Qing Zong from your group; he’s quite busy with HR matters. You probably haven't met him before?" President Jin said.
Song Pearl truly hadn't recognized the person in front of her. Seeing him sitting there with an unfriendly demeanor made her think he was just one of those alcoholics. She didn't expect that he was actually Qing Yuansheng, someone she had dealt with a few times before.
"President Qing, hello." Song Pearl smiled at Qing Yuansheng, and the disdainful expression on Qing Yuansheng's face disappeared as he nodded back at her with a smile.
At this moment, Qing Yuansheng felt conflicted. He had instructed Manager Gao to come here to sign the contract with President Jin while he accompanied him, but he did not expect that Manager Gao would dare to disobey his orders and not show up. Even more surprising was that President Jin received a call from Song Pearl.
He saw President Jin hang up the phone with a delighted expression, thinking that it was Manager Gao who had contacted him, until Song Pearl walked in and he realized he was mistaken.
He wondered how Song Pearl managed to get in when he had already told the hotel not to let her in.
What was even stranger was that after Song Pearl brightly handed the contract to President Jin, this person who had just been so demanding signed it without a second thought... It seemed that Song Pearl was indeed not simple.
As he pondered these questions in his mind, he heard Song Pearl greet him. Raising his eyelids, he caught sight of her eyes curving and her lips smiling, and all his doubts vanished. He felt that this person before him was indeed as outstanding as President Jin.
"President Qing, please have some tea." Song Pearl filled the cup with tea and smiled.
Everything had gone so smoothly today that she couldn't help but want to smile.
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