403 Thick smoke 2

The next day, when Wang Jian came to the office, Qi Wei was not there. I heard that he and Mr. Zhan went out to do business.

He stayed in the office all day in a daze.

When he was about to get off work, Zhou Qiang, the manager of the design department, came to him.

"Xiao Wang, what are you busy with? It's not that 'Don't disturb' is still working hard, haha.

Wang Jian sat on the chair, leaned against the cushion, and smiled helplessly: "Hello, Brother Zhou."

"I know that only some people have shown your credit there now. Alas, I really feel it's not worth it for you."

"It's nothing!"

"Really?" Zhou Qiang stared at him with a puzzled look.

"Xiao Wang, in fact, I came to you for a business. Let's go out for a walk!"

"What does Zhou Qiang want to say to me?" Wang Jian's heart was 'clucked'.

He stood up straight and answered him while thinking, "Okay!"

The information on the table is piled up scatteredly. As he cleaned up, he turned off the computer, locked the drawer, and walked out of the office side by side with Zhou Qiang.

This is off-duty time, and people from all offices of the company come out. The aisle was narrow and there were many people, and he felt a sense of bustling for a moment. Zhou Qiang is tall and strong. The width of his upper body is almost the same as the thickness of his chest and back. He has a big head, a short and thick neck, and a flat head. This image stands there, just like that. Previously, in the office, Wang Jian sat and talked to Zhou Qiang, but he didn't feel anything. But now walking with Zhou Qiang, it is in this narrow staircase, which suddenly shows his little point.

Zhou Qiang turned his face and looked down at him: "Xiao Wang, let's go eat some home-cooked food first."

"Hmm." He nodded and followed Zhou Qiang into the car.

The car moved, and Zhou Qiang looked at him lazily leaning against the co-pilot's back cushion and asked, "What's wrong? I'm not in a good mood!"

He forced a smile: "No!"

"Ouch, you don't have to pretend, I understand. You have done so much work in the planning department and done so well, but it's not worth it. I always thought that after Li Bin left the planning department, the manager would be you, and somehow he would be replaced by Qi Wei's flatterer!"

Zhou Qiang's words were like salting the wound. He felt even more like he was scattered and said weakly, "Brother Zhou, it's over. Forget it, don't talk about it."

Zhou Qiang was stunned for a moment: "I also have a planning manager position here. As long as you nod, you can sit down."

"Where did you come from as a planning manager?" Wang Jian suddenly raised himself from the back of the chair, bent down and asked sideways.

Zhou Qiang said while driving: "Well, Xuancheng Planning Agency has set up a branch in Jianhai. This company is engaged in professional real estate planning, research, positioning and promotion... Anyway, this is what you are doing now. My brother-in-law Ye Fei is the head of human resources. He is actively recruiting people. Manager of Planning Department. When I saw a group of people, they all said it was not ideal. I really wanted to go there, but I didn't understand your plan. If I had the ability of Xiao Wang, I would have gone there long ago..."

After Zhou Qiang finished speaking, Wang Jian did not say anything.

Arrived at the place to eat.

Zhou Qiang's 'home-cooked dish' is not the same concept as the 'home-cooked dish' in his heart.

The 'home-cooked food' in Wang Jian's mind is a common dish eaten by ordinary people. Zhou Qiang's 'home-cooked dish' includes cold sea cucumbers, Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, and abalone wings.

When eating, he did not take Zhou Qiang's words and continued to ask the Xuancheng planning company. Zhou Qiang knew that he was thinking and did not continue to say anything.

Obviously, Zhou Qiang is leaving him enough room to think.

After dinner, Zhou Qiang said to him, "There is a new KTV, where you can massage, sing, play cards... The little sister there, let's go and play!"

He said, "Let's sing and relieve boredom by ourselves, miss or something!"

Zhou Qiang immediately said, "Okay, listen to our Xiao Wang."

Zhou Qiang drove and took him to a street full of neon lights.

Get out of the car, and a woman came to greet her. Zhou Qiang was very familiar with the woman who looked like the foreman and said, "Come on!"

Then Zhou Qiang turned around and said to him, "Find two well-skilled female technicians to pinch them first and give them a proper massage to strengthen their bodies. We can still talk."

Zhou Qiang said that he really felt that his waist muscles were sore, so he nodded silently.

When entering the massage room, Zhou Qiang continued to tell him about the recruitment of a planning manager of Jiaxuancheng Planning Company, and said to him in an enlightened tone, "Your ability is already qualified as a planning manager, and you can only be a planner in Jinwan Room. What's the point? Your ability to go to Xuancheng is absolutely no problem. I have told Ye Fei about your situation, and they are very interested in you. You might as well go to Xuancheng to plan the development of the company. In Jinwan, your work ability is not considered, and you are still suppressed by Qi Wei. What's the point of being alive?"

Wang Jian asked, "Ha ha, Brother Zhou, do you mean I'm boring to live?"

Zhou Qiang said, "So you mean that you are willing to be like a turtle in the Jinwan room and be crushed by Qi Wei's flatterer?"

He made a wry smile.

Zhou Qiang continued to explain his 'care education' in a big brother's tone: "Are you so bold? Are you afraid of leaving the Golden Bay house? If you go to Xuancheng, I can guarantee that your income will not be lower than Jinwan! Besides, when you enter a professional planning agency, the people you come into contact with are also high-level, not like Jinwanfang. You used to circle around Li Bin, but now you are around Qi Wei. That kind of environmental change is not something that money can buy.

Wang Jian glanced at Zhou Qiang and said, "Brother Zhou, I understand this. Of course, I also hope to meet a good boss."

Zhou Qiang smiled and said to him, "Look at you, you know the truth better than anyone else. I think you can jump in and go there!"

Wang Jian began to keep silent again.

As they spoke, two women in the private room came in blue men and in navel clothes. They smiled enthusiastically and said good evening to the boss. At this time, Zhou Qiang asked, "Where are you from?"

One of the female technicians bowed her waist and said, "Boss, I'm from Nanzhou."

"Oh, are you from Nanzhou, too?" Zhou Qiang looked at her and said, "Go, press it for my brother. You are fellow villagers!"

The female technician who claimed to be Nanzhou came to Wang Jian, and Wang Jian smiled at the female technician who was called a fellow villager.

At this time, Zhou Qiang said to his fellow technician, "You can press it better. My brother is a talent from Nanzhou. If you want to show your ambition in Jianhai, you have to press it better."

"Brother Zhou!" Wang Jian interrupted Zhou Qiang with a red face.

The female technician also squeezed her mouth and smiled at Wang Jian, and then asked him to lie down.

Wang Jian and Zhou Qiang both lay up, and the female technician began to press their heads and operate.

Wang Jian asked the fellow technician who pressed his head, "What's the income of working here?"

"Thank you for your concern. It's okay."

As the female technician spoke, she sat down, her hands were strong, and her head began to press his head carefully.

Wang Jian closed his eyes slightly and began to enjoy the relaxation of massage.

At this moment, Zhou Qiang continued to seize the opportunity to teach him: "Xiao Wang, to be honest, I have always suspected that you have been a planning manager in the Jinwan room, which has something to do with Qi Wei's back."

Wang Jian continued not to answer, and thought quietly in his heart, "The successful is the king, and the loser is the bandit. The result is already like this!"

He thought about it, and suddenly felt no energy in his heart and sighed gently.

The massaged female technician heard his emotion and unconsciously lighted her hand. Zhou Qiang suddenly shouted, "I didn't ask you to touch it, press it for me, press it hard!"

The masseuse quickly added strength to her hands.

Zhou Qiang said again: "I, the manager of the design department, have been working in Jinwan House for many years. To be honest, I have also survived. At the beginning, if the manager on my head didn't leave, even if the company's ability to quantify me reached, he would not have my place if he didn't leave. Jinwan said many years ago that he would hire a professional manager to implement the ISO9000 quality and 14000 environmental system. No matter how it is managed, Jinwan Company will be inseparable from this human relationship.

"Brother Zhou, do you mean that you are in Jinwan and have no relationship, so you can't go up?" He asked rhetorical.

"Xiao Wang, don't be so naive. To tell you the truth, I have long seen that Li Bin has no good intentions for you. He is defensive against you. He praises you in front of you, but he doesn't know how much he says bad things about you behind your back. Fortunately, you did a good job. If you do a little worse, I think he can let you go immediately.

Wang Jian was shocked and turned around and looked at Zhou Qiang.

"So, Xiao Wang, I really recognize your ability. When you came to the company, the poor sales of commercial and residential 5 luxury houses proposed at the regular marketing meeting was not the positioning, but the interference of timing and unpredictable factors. At that time, I thought you were really knowledgeable and understand the market, not the one that people said. At that time, I looked up to you very much, really!"

"Ha ha, thank you, Brother Zhou, for your praise."

"Well, it's just that my ability is limited, and I can't help you in the company. I can only watch Li Bin and Qi Wei co-act in a play, a double reed play, which gave you a draw.

"Forget it, Brother Zhou, it's all over!"

Zhou Qiang turned around excitedly and looked at him with hatred: "You! In Jinwan, your ability is reflected. Qi Wei can't suppress it. Lao Zhan wanted to mention you as a manager, but what will those villains do? They can make small moves to make a fool of yourself and make you make mistakes. Continue to speak ill of you to Lao Zhan. I think the new Luo Xing in your planning department was a traitor. He was definitely bought by Qi Wei and Li Bin. He deliberately came out to make a scene at the moment when you were going to negotiate business with Bureau X and sign the contract, making the contract ruined. Lao Zhan was angry. You can take the blame.

Speaking of this, Zhou Qiang also suddenly stopped and may also feel that he has overcrowded for Wang Jian in Jinwan.

The conversation between the two sides stopped for a while, and Zhou Qiang seemed to enjoy the comfort of being kneaded before saying, "Xiao Wang, leave the Jinwan room to open a space that is more suitable for your development. Xuancheng Planning Company is definitely a good place for you to show your skills."

At this time, the female technician said, "Boss, your massage has been done for an hour. Do you need any other services?"

Wang Jian shook his head, shook his head to the female technician and said, "It's okay!"

Then he turned his head and said to Zhou Qiang, "Zhou Qiang, I will consider your opinion carefully. Thank you. Let's go back!"

"Well, you have to think about my words! It's definitely a sign to Xuancheng Planning Company!" Zhou Qiang was still telling him on the way back.

In fact, Zhou Qiang threw olive branches on behalf of Xuancheng Planning Company, which made Wang Jian quite moved. Because he learned from the Internet that Xuancheng Planning Company is a new and powerful planning company in Jianhai.

Just as Wang Jian was thinking about his personal development, whether it was time to resign and go to Xuancheng. In the days, Mr. Zhan suddenly sent Secretary Zeng to send him a ticket for Peking Opera.

"Watch Peking Opera?" Wang Jian asked Secretary Zeng in surprise with the ticket.

"Mr. Zhan is also here!" Zeng Mi said with a mysterious smile and turned away.

Wang Jian took the ticket and looked at it carefully again. Yes, it was a ticket to the Peking Opera Theater at 7:30 p.m. that day.

When Qi Wei was not in the office, Wang Jian still reacted again and looked at the manager's office in the office. Qi Wei was indeed not there.

"What is Peking Opera?" Then he shouted in his heart.

Wang Jian didn't understand Peking Opera, but the boss asked him to watch Peking Opera. The concept of Peking Opera immediately became as important as work in his mind, and he had to understand it. If you are familiar with the specific affairs of your own work, you can't understand it.

Wang Jian put the ticket into his bag and immediately searched for the word Peking Opera on the Internet.

A video of Peking Opera was opened, accompanied by a babbling sound of musical instruments, and facial figures curled up, raised their orchid fingers, smiling and elegant styles...

Qingyi...Dan Jiao...Wu Sheng...

He counts one by one and remembers them one by one.

He hasn't got off work yet, but he can't take care of so much. He grabbed the bag and left the company, ran to the library, and borrowed a book that systematically introduced Peking Opera to continue to make up.

Unable to have dinner, Wang Jian went to catch the bus while reading a book and rushed to the Beijing Theater. He has a kind of pre-examination serious concentration.

came to the Peking Opera. The Beijing Theatre is newly completed, with a combination of fashion and tradition in design. It is a glass curtain wall supported by steel frames, and the interior is decorated with Chinese red, a lifting stage, sound barrier wall system, and a very modern theater.

Wang Jian got in and walked towards the upper floor of the theater.

He saw Mr. Zhan, who had come ahead of schedule.

Mr. Zhan was very formal. His shirt was tied with a long tie, which seemed to have no wrinkles. He leisurely crossed his legs and could see the straight lines of blue and black suit trousers at a glance.

Secretary Zeng carefully leaned against the back of the chair and sat next to Mr. Zhan.

When Wang Jian walked in, their eyes fell on him. He walked to Mr. Zhan, stood next to the chair and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhan!"

Mr. Zhan nodded and motioned him to sit next to him.

Mr. Zhan said, "Beijing Opera is the quintessence of our country."

Wang Jian nodded repeatedly and said, "The children who learn Peking Opera began to hang their voices at dawn, and then pricked their horses, pulled their legs, and coiled their heads... After training, they were sweating profusely, and they still had countless exercises to strengthen to sing until they officially appeared on the stage. It's really a minute on the stage and ten years off the stage.

A smile flashed on Mr. Zhan's face and his lips moved. At the beginning of the scene, Mr. Zhan turned his eyes to the stage and stopped talking.

Wang Jian followed Mr. Zhan's eyes and turned to the stage, and the sound of gongs and drums were played loudly. The people on the stage, with colorful costumes, accompanied by curling or whips, sang gently...

At the pause of the stage, Mr. Zhan asked, "What did you hear in this play?"

"This play is called 'Lock Lin Bag'. In the play, love and hate, loyalty, beauty and ugliness take turns to come to the stage, listen to a play, and read the vicissitudes of the world!" Wang Jian said.

Mr. Zhan looked at the stage, as if looking at the infinite distance and said, "After reading all the vicissitudes of life, young people are too impatient now. Xiao Wang, you can't be impatient!"

"Mr. Zhan, I must be serious and down-to-earth as before. Don't worry!"

At this time, Mr. Zhan's face became serious, as if he was sorting out his thoughts. After a while, he said, "I know which people in the company are doing practical things and who are making trouble behind their backs!"

Mr. Zhan paused for a moment. He stretched out his long white fingers to bounce off a hair that fell from his slightly bald head. Secretary Zeng next to him rushed forward and helped him remove the hair that had fallen.

Wang Jian's eyes widened and listened attentively to Mr. Zhan's words.

"We, Jinwan, will have new real estate to be developed, and we also need to expand. I think that only by supporting the company's strong corporate spirit can it really work for a long time!"

Wang Jian smiled and said, "Mr. Zhan, the brand should start from the inside. Culture needs an upward spirit and a force of resilience, just like this Peking Opera. Under the formal performance, through the program of this thought, the vision is transmitted to the depths of the heart..."

"Well, Wang Jian, when you first came to the company, you made a white paper on the real estate industry in Jianhai City. I saw it at that time. Although some places need to be modified, it is still good overall. The development idea of a company is not irrelevant to the grand idea, but a higher idea. Yes, as you said, this Peking Opera is a formal performance that conveys the ideological process to the depths of the heart. I now need to shape my own culture in Jinwan. The company wants to convey the power of our corporate culture to employees to better enhance the company's cohesion and development motivation, so now I want to make a book about Jinwan's own corporate culture.

Wang Jian was a little stunned, and then immediately straightened up and said, "Mr. Zhan, please rest assured that I will definitely make a book suitable for our company's corporate culture under your guidance."

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment and immediately straightened up and said, "Mr. Zhan, please rest assured that I will definitely do a good job of reading books suitable for our company's corporate culture under your guidance."

Mr. Zhan smiled, and at this time, the play began again. Mr. Zhan took his eyes away from him. The Peking Opera actors on the stage were still singing the sad tone, the curling and naina figure on the stage, the gentle singing, and the lyrics that crossed time and space were gentle and calm in Wang Jian's mind.

After listening to the Peking Opera, he and Mr. Zhan walked out of the theater together. Mr. Zhan asked him to get in the car and take him home.