Futong Trading Company
Zhu Jing looked at Yang Wei, who sat across from her, and wondered if he had a screw loose. He had just joined the company but hadn't bothered to attend training properly. That morning, he had taken Ji Kun on store visits, after which Ji Kun had complained up a storm about him in their private group chat. He called Yang Wei a cheapskate and said he didn't know a damn thing but still loved to lecture. In short, the appraisal was scathing.
Ji Kun was a very talkative person, but Zhu Jing had never seen him so disgusted with any manager before.
Now, sitting opposite him, Zhu Jing suddenly felt a sense of disgust herself. She said coolly, "Manager Yang, what did you need me for?"
Yang Wei flashed what he thought was a suave smile. "I've heard that Zhu Jing is the most beautiful woman in our company. Seeing you today, I can confirm it's true."
