I squatted on the edge of the glass on the 28th floor. When the rag wiped the four gilt characters "Huahai Group", my phone suddenly vibrated in my trouser pocket and became hot!
"Ding - workplace crisis detected: Ten minutes later, on page 12 of the "Southeast Asia Port Merger and Acquisition Case" contract in the conference room on the 17th floor, there was a 0.3 Mm deviation between Party A's signature and the official seal of registration."
My hand holding the rag paused.
The wind came in from thirty floors above my feet, making the blue overalls rustle - who could believe it?
Lin Zhiyuan, the most insignificant cleaner at Huahai Group, was staring at the system prompts on his mobile phone screen, his Adam's apple twitching.
Yesterday, I was squatting at the door of the tea room, listening to the administrative director, Fatty Wang, chatting with the HR manager: "What about Xiao Lin?
The leftovers from the marginal idlers, the fourth-class card makers are very good at making cards. If you can get along with ordinary employees in this life, it will be a good thing. "Today is a good day. This "workplace prophet system" suddenly appeared, and it happened to send the conspiracy of the group's core layer right under my nose while I was cleaning the glass.
The contract fraud was the work of the Finance Department.
I looked at the constant flow of traffic downstairs, and thought of seeing Su Wanlan rushing into the elevator in stiletto heels this morning - the finance department elite who always has the word "efficiency" engraved on her face, I am afraid that she is being kept in the dark by the documents in her hand.
"Remaining number of uses: 2 times/day." The system prompt sounded again.
