Chapter 10: The medical expenses should be deducted directly from my compensation.
When Jiang He discovered that her fingerprints could not open Maeglin's glass door, she was not surprised at all.
Zhao Bo was always thoughtful in his work, sometimes even overly thoughtful.
The door that used to be unobstructed has become a barrier that cannot be easily broken. The door is two levels apart. Jiang He stood outside, looking at his colleagues and subordinates who were very familiar with him a week ago, but now they are tacitly ignoring them. own existence.
Jiang He was neither angry nor offended, but more puzzled and curious.
She wanted to know what form Maeglin issued the notice and what the content of the notice was. It should not be similar to "From now on, any form of communication between company employees and fired personnel is strictly prohibited, including eye contact. Violators "Performance is halved." The more serious the wording, the more outrageous it is, right? Jiang He pinched his brows, drove out all the irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and then started trying to open the door over and over again.
The alarm kept making sharp and piercing sounds due to her operation. The pretentious calm of the large office area was broken bit by bit by the sound. Everyone no longer pretended to be immersed in work, and more and more people began to whisper, There were discussions, and some people even eagerly wanted to get up and help Jiang He open the door.
However, when Zhao Bo rushed out of the independent office that belonged to Jiang He at a trot, the bustling large office area immediately turned back into a pool of stagnant water.
"Oh, Mr. Jiang was discharged from the hospital today? It would be nice to give me a call before you come here. Could you please stand here for a long time?"
Zhao Bo opened the glass door and smiled at Jiang He with an unusually attentive smile. Then he turned his face and showed his leadership style to the subordinates in the office area. It was like changing faces in a Sichuan opera, without being excessive at all.
"It's true that you all don't even have any discernment. When Mr. Jiang is here, don't you even know how to go over and call me?"
Jiang He was too lazy to cooperate with his acting and walked straight towards the office. Zhao Bo put his hands in his pockets and walked back and forth several times in the large office area, eager to take care of every subordinate.
He deliberately left Jiang He alone, so naturally he focused on "attacking the heart first".
"...Why is Mr. Jiang still standing here? Come on, come in and sit down, you're welcome!" However, after Zhao Bo slowly finished instructing his subordinates on their work, he found that Jiang He was still poking at the door of the office, and he immediately became enthusiastic He beckoned her in cheerfully.
Jiang He stepped forward hesitantly. Of course, she was not being polite, but mainly out of shock.
It had only been a week, and except for the desk and the computer above, the office in front of him had no other similarities with Jiang He's memory.
The bookcase behind the desk was replaced by a mahogany shelf. The shelf was filled with various tea sets and ornaments, as well as several cakes of aged Pu'er. The God of Wealth was placed in the middle, and there was an electronic incense burner in front of the God of Wealth. , with three sticks of incense stuck in it, and a small red light bulb that flickers on and off at the top.
That's not all. There was a stone feng shui wheel that was as tall as a person beside the door. The water was gurgling and white smoke was curling up. There were two lotus flowers as big as the mouth of a bowl floating in it. For a moment, Jiang He wanted to touch it. Once you touch it, you will know whether the lotus flower is real or fake.
"My five elements are short of water." Zhao Bo noticed Jiang He's gaze and explained considerately.
"..." Jiang He didn't know how to react, so he simply sat down expressionlessly.
Just as the intern brought coffee in, Zhao Bo went straight over and took away the latte. The intern had to put the half-full disposable paper cup in front of Jiang He with an embarrassed look on his face.
"The warm water specially prepared for you is good for your health." Zhao Bo's arrogant expression made Jiang He want to splash the water directly on his Bo was obviously wary of her move. He did not sit across from Jiang He, but leaned on the desk.
"Mr. Jiang, I personally deeply sympathize and regret what happened to you, but public and private cannot be confused. The company also has its difficulties. You are a smart person and you will definitely understand. Right? I thought that I would talk to you after a while, when you are in better health, but since Mr. Jiang, you are here today, then... it is better to choose a different day. This matter, it stands to reason He said that I should talk to you about human affairs, but I felt that was...too businesslike and impersonal, so I took over the job."
Zhao Bo was a master of officialdom and talked a lot of nonsense, but none of it was useful. Jiang He greeted all the eighteen generations of his ancestors one by one in his heart, but his face showed no signs of it, waiting for him calmly. Go To Topic.
"I know you fell ill suddenly this time, but you didn't even say hello and just missed work for a week. Unfortunately, there was something wrong with the pre-sale..."
"I'm not absent from work. Yu Hao gave me one month of paid sick leave. Just ask him." Jiang He slowed down and tried to keep his voice as steady as possible.
"Xiao Jiang, please stop joking. Mr. Yu is the person in charge of the European branch. If you really care, he is half a level lower than you, the CBO. Why should he approve your sick leave?"
"...European branch? You...what are you talking about?"
Jiang He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, or that his memory had simply been tampered with by some extraterrestrial visitor.
But she quickly realized that she had indeed taken the blame for Yu Hao. No wonder she drove so neatly. Zhao Bo was just borrowing a knife to kill someone. As for Lin Xiaoya... She had only graduated two years ago, and her bright future had just begun. , naturally it is not the fault of standing up for her.
"Even if you submit a sick leave application on OA, tell me, you have been working for many years, how can you still make such a stupid mistake?"
Zhao Bo sighed pretentiously, picked up the "evidence" he had prepared and handed it to Jiang He.
Jiang He turned over and only read two pages before he was amused.
The CEO of Maeglin actually became Luo Linshan, and Yu Hao was "transferred" to the European branch at the end of last year. The information also added Yu Hao's new business card and fake work badge in the document. As for the sick leave submitted by Jiang He in the OA The application was naturally deleted.
"In fact, no one wants to be like this, but Mr. Jiang, don't worry, I have tried my best to help you get N+1 compensation. We at Maeglin will not treat anyone who has made contributions to the company badly."
Jiang He snorted coldly and threw the folder back on the table. Zhao Bo continued without being disturbed, "As for your personal belongings, Xiaoya has already put them away for you. Don't worry, there will definitely be one." Quite a bit. Speaking of which, Jiang He, you do have a good vision. Xiaoya is really down-to-earth and capable, with a bright mind. I will definitely focus on training her in the future."
Jiang He looked in the direction indicated by Zhao Bo and found a cardboard box thrown in the corner behind him. Inside were Jiang He's few personal belongings. The top one was her coffee cup, which was already covered with a layer of dust.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhao." Jiang He bent down, grabbed the coffee cup, and threw it at Zhao Bo. Zhao Bo dodged in a hurry, and the coffee cup hit the God of Wealth on the Bogu stand behind him, and scattered porcelain pieces fell. He had it all over his head and even scratched the skin near his temples.
"The medical expenses should be deducted directly from my compensation." Jiang He felt that if he added this sentence more loudly, it should be a relief.
(End of this chapter)