She was once a struggling drawing dog at a top design group, died suddenly after staying up late at night, and was reborn back to her first day on the job.
This time, she tore off her diploma from a prestigious school and applied to become the front desk of the group.
Every day I serve tea and water, send and receive express delivery, and watch the enemies from my previous life fighting over the project.
No one knew that this humble front desk lady was using her industry memory of the next five years to quietly cut off all core orders.
Until one day, when the group was facing a disaster, she handed over a design plan——
"I accepted this project. The price is one-tenth of your quotation, but there is a condition: I want 51% of your group's shares."
The former boss sneered: "You are a receptionist, what do you know about design?"
She smiled slightly and turned on the projector.
On the screen are accurate predictions and complete plans for all bidding projects in the next three years.
