"How could I know? Director Ding just called last night, so how could he have time to do his homework?" Feng Jialin complained, and shouted to Song Baojun again: "Hey! Did you hear it? You were moving bricks at the construction site, but now you suddenly ran to the project department. Isn't it just to see me? Now that you have seen me, why don't you go back quickly?"

It's no wonder that Song Baojun came with Liang Bohua's car yesterday and stayed for one night. He didn't bring any changes to his clothes. He was still wearing the rustic jacket, a round safety helmet on his head and a work sign on his neck. It's no different from an ordinary worker. If Feng Jialin thinks he is famous, he's a ghost!

The elevator jingled and arrived at the ninth floor, and the door opened.

Feng Jialin rushed out and looked back and saw Song Baojun following behind him stupidly. He was furious and shouted: "Hey! I said, what are you doing? You are still reluctant to leave? This is the ninth floor! Non-leaders and staff can't enter! Do you want to be fired?"

Song Baojun took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth to ignite it. He took a deep breath and said with a smile: "What? You will be fired if you come in and visit?"

Smoking is strictly prohibited on construction sites, and there is no such restriction in office areas. Many leaders are old cigarette guns. If they cannot smoke one when handling official duties, they can really suffocate people to death.

Feng Jialin was angry when he saw his stupid appearance and said angrily: "Okay, you learned to smoke and wipe out the cigarette butts immediately! Let me tell you that the safety committee member who came here today is a big deal. If you delay my interview, it will not be enough to skin you!"

At this time, a middle-aged woman with a dignified temperament in front of them looked at them and asked, "Feng Jialin, what's wrong with you? Director Ding is already waiting in the lounge, and the leader will arrive soon. What if he sees you making noise here, do you still have to go to work in the future?"

Feng Jialin was shocked and quickly put his hands in front of his knees and bowed slightly, "Manager Li, I'm sorry, this is my old classmate, who also works at the port construction site. He suddenly came to see me. He was in a hurry and brought it with me together."

"Bring it up!? What are you kidding?" The middle-aged woman's tone suddenly turned stern: "You can bring unrelated people up on the ninth floor. If you disturb the new safety committee member, do you have any thoughts on the consequences?"

The saliva almost splashed on the faces of several people opposite him.

Feng Jialin lowered his head and said pitifully: "Manager Li, I never dared to do it again."

Manager Li looked as if he was disappointed and said, "I have told you how many times! The project department is a very important area and non-staff members are strictly prohibited from entering. Now you bring people in without authorization, do you know how serious it is?"

Feng Jialin couldn't stand straight, his fingers trembled slightly, and he kept apologizing.

Manager Li looked at the time of his phone, said, "It's all this time, forget it. You can take your messy classmate to the lounge to hide first. Don't let the leader meet you, otherwise everyone will be in trouble."

"Thank you, Manager Li." Feng Jialin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Baojun secretly said that the misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, and it was difficult to explain at that time, and said, "Actually I am..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jialin grabbed his collar and dragged it forward, shouting: "What are you talking about? Why don't you leave quickly! If I lose my job, you don't have to move bricks on this construction site!"

The fingers were slender and tender, and were painted with exquisite nail polish patterns, which made the touch cool. Song Baojun was so amused that she was dragged through the corridor and to the lounge at the corner of the elevator.

Song Baojun took a quick look yesterday and had not had time to see the structure of the floor. The lounge was only half the size of his office, but it was quite spacious.

There was a water dispenser by the door, and there were more than a dozen young men and women dressed in neatly and prominently-looking sitting on both sides. In addition to Feng Jialin and her female companion, there were only twenty people in total.

Fourteen women and six men, all have figures and appearances that are as good as models. They dress neatly like blind dates. Everyone has serious and nervous faces, and they sit upright, as if what awaits them will be a separation of life and death.

Several of them even had their legs and feet trembled slightly, and they were muttering something.

Yes, this interview is too important.

Last night, important enterprises and departments received a call from Secretary Ding that it was said that the new safety committee member of the Management Committee had already taken office and asked them to recommend a well-skilled secretary to come to the project department for an interview, and they might become full-time secretary of the new safety committee member.

Security Committee! What does this mean? Tens of billions of funds in the entire port area, hundreds of units and enterprises, and seven or eight thousand staff members may be the biggest figures of the Management Committee who can cover up the sky. If anyone can become his full-time secretary, his future success will be almost ready.

For a time, many related households were running high enough to hold on to this furry thigh.

As of 10 o'clock in the evening, Secretary Ding received as many as 241 candidates recommended by all parties! Including the interns she likes, let alone.

Secretary Ding and several other colleagues from the project department secretariat were busy until midnight, carefully selecting twenty suitable candidates from them to participate in the interview. Think about it, if more than 200 members of the Commissioner Song had to meet, would the leader still do things?

This contains many thoughts. The six girls are the best and most beautiful among the interns. The other eight girls are outstanding talents sent by other units. There are also six boys sent by other bosses. Most of them are children of their families. They try every means to board the ship of the new security committee.

Seeing that Song Baojun was still stunned, Feng Jialin pushed him angrily, pointed to the corner and said, "You go over and squat and hide, don't let someone bump into it."

"Isn't this good?" Song Baojun smiled.

A girl with a scarf tied her head up in the middle stood up and glared at Feng Jialin and Song Baojun, saying, "Jialin, I think you really don't want to do it anymore. You will only come at this time. Director Ding came over and ordered the name twice and you were not here, so you are not here. You are back. If you don't want to have an interview, you can quit as soon as possible and give the opportunity to others."

Feng Jialin was scolded twice in a row, shy, anxious and aggrieved, tears rolled in his eyes, and replied: "Assistant Liu, thank you for your criticism, I was wrong."

"Director Ding said that the new safety committee member is very strict, and she has received training herself." said the scarf girl: "Director Ding is President Du's full-time secretary, so there is no need to think about it. In short, this interview is related to everyone's future, so you must take it seriously."

Seeing that she stopped pursuing her, Feng Jialin finally gave up and dragged Song Baojun to the side and pushed him hard, saying, "I'm so stupid, it's all your fault for making me late!"

"We just met in the elevator. What's the matter with me if you didn't come early enough?"

Feng Jialin himself was not very reasonable and was wronged again. He said angrily: "If you hadn't come to the project department to find me, how could I be scolded by Manager Li?"

Song Baojun was about to defend himself, but unexpectedly, a handsome and innocent boy in front of him said in a questioning tone: "Jialin, who is this man? Why have I never seen him before?"

Feng Jialin said: "My high school classmate wants you to take care of it."

The boy immediately became anxious and said, "Feng Jialin, I would like to ask you in a angrily voice, what is your attitude?"

Feng Jialin glanced at the scarf girl opposite, lowered her voice and said, "Zhao Ming, I don't want to argue with you. This is my high school classmate who came here to ask me for work."

The boy named Zhao Ming barely sootheed his color, looked at Song Baojun again, and said, "That's good, hey, are you working on the construction site? I'll do it for you if you have anything to do."

Song Baojun's outfit really makes people look up to him.

Feng Jialin said: "What else can I do? Isn't it just to fight Qiufeng?"

Zhao Ming smiled and said, "It's easy to fight Qiufeng. I'm afraid that I can't understand anything and make a big fuss here, which makes everyone feel uneasy. Well, what's your name?"

Song Baojun threw the cigarette butt on the ground and killed it with his footsteps, saying, "My name is Song Baojun, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm asking you how much you want." Zhao Ming smiled and said, "As far as I know, the daily salary of construction workers on the construction site is more than 800, and the lowest is also 200. I'll give you a discount of 500. After deducting eight days of rest per month, 22 days of working days, then your salary is 10,000 yuan. What qualifications are you qualified to come to Jialin to ask for money? Is your family member dead or is he suffering from incurable diseases?"

"Zhao Ming! Why are you talking like this?!" Feng Jialin was a little unhappy and said, "It's right for my classmate to ask me for money, why curse other people's family?"

Song Baojun originally wanted to teach this boy who looked pretty but was actually insidious on the spot, and then he could not forget his lesson. After hearing Feng Jialin's words, he put his hands in his pocket.

Zhao Ming squinted his eyes, looking indifferent, and said, "There are seventeen or eighteen boring people who come to fight Qiufeng every day. If I have to deal with each other seriously, I will not be exhausted to death? Jialin, you have to be more ruthless in dealing with such people in the future, otherwise he will annoy you."

"I like to give him money, what does it have to do with you?" Feng Jialin looked so shameful that the other party was the most preaching, and retorted when he heard this.

Zhao Ming frowned: "Does...what are you doing with this so-called high school classmate?

Feng Jialin originally wanted to deny it, but when he saw that he had "convicted verdict", he was immediately angry and said, "So what?"

"Okay! How dare you make a wild man with me on your back!" Zhao Ming turned to Song Baojun and rolled up his sleeves as he said this.

"Zhao Ming!" Feng Jialin gritted his teeth and said, "You can't control my private life, let alone I haven't promised you to be my boyfriend yet."

"Jialin, don't do this. I said the wrong thing, but it's not my fault. You and your high school classmates look so intimate that I can't help it." Zhao Ming was angry and tolerant, and his emotions changed very quickly, and he acted like a crazy person.
Chapter completed!