Wilderness Live: Others survive, I have cats on fire

Chapter 186 Record Error

The minutes Song Qingyou made at the department supervisor meeting were checked by Shen Fei and sent to all the meeting participants, the small supervisors of each department, and those who did not attend the meeting for some reason.

The minutes of the meeting were written in detail and in a clear manner, and everyone in the company was very satisfied. After seeing the name of Song Qingyou written in the box at the back of the meeting recorder, there were endless exclamations.

Even at lunch, people were talking about it.

"The new one from the secretarial department, didn't he say he was just filming a show? He also seems to be very capable at work."

"Is it because of the minutes of yesterday's executive meeting? I read it too, and it was written in great detail."

"Didn't there be an intern in the secretarial department before? It feels like there is a big gap between the two, and Song Qingyou is better."

"I've dealt with that too..."

Several people lowered their voices, and when they mentioned Zhuang Wei, they either shook their heads or said that they had a bad personality.

Zhuang Wei, who sat on the side and buried her head in her meal, almost couldn't hold back her rebuttal.

Just when she got up and wanted to leave immediately, she suddenly heard the voice of the person next to her change and said:
"Do you know? President Tan seemed to harass Secretary Song before the meeting yesterday."

"Isn't it? Is he a jerk in his head? He's filming a show, and when it's released, won't he be finished?"

"Maybe it's because they don't pay attention to celebrities. The executives of Jiangyuan Group may have a good family background, so they are not afraid at all."

"Then Song Qingyou is suffering from being dumb?"

"I didn't eat it. I heard that Tan Jian seemed to have fallen. I laughed to death."

"I've heard that Tan Jian is lustful, why didn't he just fall to his death..."

……

Zhuang Wei listened to all the content of the chatter of the few people.

When she walked out of the cafeteria, a question suddenly appeared in her mind: She and the people in the secretary department only found out that Song Qingyou and Jiang Zhihan were old acquaintances this morning, so did Tan Jian know?

Come to think of it, if he knew, it would be impossible for him to harass Song Qingyou.

Maybe I can use Tan Jian to try it out. If Song Qingyou's work goes wrong, will Jiang Zhihan defend her all the time...

Thinking of this, Zhuang Wei walked a little faster.

As a secretary, she has the contact information of all executives, and it is not difficult at all to contact Tan Jian.

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In the afternoon, it was rare for Jiang Zhihan to show up at the company, so he naturally had to call a meeting with the company's top management.

The content is mainly to check for leaks and fill vacancies, suggestions, summary and planning for the recent work.

The meeting was presided over by Fang Yan. After reporting on other work, it was inevitable to mention yesterday's executive meeting.

Fang Yan just wanted to go through all the recent work, and after he finished speaking, he asked the people below symbolically: "That's the content of yesterday's executive meeting, does anyone need to add anything?"

The meeting room was quiet for two seconds, and suddenly someone said, "I have."

It was Tan Jian who spoke.

As soon as Fang Yan saw him, Fang Yan remembered what happened in the conference room yesterday, and he didn't seem to have told Jiang Zhihan yet.

Tan Jian stood up, "There is a problem with yesterday's meeting minutes."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself: I haven't attacked Tan Jian yet, but Tan Jian wants to beat Miss Song again?
Jiang Zhihan knew that Song Qingyou was yesterday's recorder, and because he didn't know what happened before the meeting, he only spoke lightly:
"continue."

"Yes." A calculation flashed in Tan Jian's eyes, "The data I said at the meeting has several mistakes, and there are also..."

Everyone dug out the minutes of the meeting and compared what Tan Jian said one by one.

According to what he is saying now, there are indeed serious mistakes in the minutes of the meeting.

Tan Jian couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhihan's face, but he met his cold eyes immediately, as if he saw everything through.

No, this is an illusion.

It must be Mr. Jiang's anger at the secretary department and Fang Yan!
He swallowed his saliva, and said more firmly:
"The minutes of the meeting have now spread throughout the company, and the impact is very great. I think Secretary Song should take full responsibility."

"In addition, Secretary Song has only been in the company for a few days, and he is solely responsible for the record of the meeting. This is not in line with common sense."

What is common sense and unreasonable? Isn't this questioning that Song Qingyou may have gone through the back door?

Moreover, among all the high-level executives at the venue, the one who is most likely to engage in unspoken rules and open the back door is Fang Yan, the person in charge?

Fang Yan really wanted to roll his eyes, but if you give him a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to subtly rule Song Qingyou!

Jiang Zhihan naturally doesn't think what others say, just thinks it is.

He raised his eyes and asked, "What did Assistant Fang say?"

Fang Yan quickly explained: "The company has never valued qualifications, but only capabilities. Of course, the secretary department is the same."

"Song Qingyou is only the company secretary during this time. I think she is very capable. There is nothing wrong with arranging work for her."

Tan Jian persisted: "I didn't mean to question Special Assistant Fang, but if there are so many mistakes in a meeting record, is Secretary Song's ability really strong?"

Fang Yan asked back: "Why is there only an error in Mr. Tan's records?"

Tan Jian was taken aback, and quickly concealed his guilty conscience.

"Because what I said has a lot of data, Secretary Song may not have listened carefully at all!"

Fang Yan: "I think there is something wrong with the meeting minutes. I still need to call Secretary Song to check them one by one."

Tan Jian wanted to open his mouth to veto this proposal, but seeing Jiang Zhihan's cold face, he swallowed his words after thinking about it.

He thought of the anonymous email that said that the company had made mistakes in the secretary's meeting minutes before. At that time, Mr. Jiang fired the person directly without showing any mercy.

Maybe this time too—

Tan Jian was full of hope.

But Jiang Zhihan didn't do what he wanted at all, "Bring Secretary Song here."

Instead of "calling", but "please", Jiang Zhihan habitually put Song Qingyou on the same level as himself.

Fang Yan nodded clearly.

In 3 minutes, Song Qingyou walked into the meeting room.

Along with her was the cameraman of the program group.

The cameraman's lens was placed very low, obviously not capturing the faces of everyone in the office.

Fang Yan took the initiative to explain the relevant situation.

Song Qingyou looked at Tan Jian with a half-smile:

"Excuse me, Mr. Tan, what's wrong with my meeting minutes? Please say it again."

Tan Jian always felt that the other party's eyes were full of sarcasm, as if he was looking at a clown.

A surge of anger rose in his heart, he gritted his teeth and thought, people's memory can make mistakes, no matter how good Song Qingyou's memory is, it is impossible to remember the data he said.

What's more, the recording of the meeting is not very useful.

He was sitting at the farthest place from Song Qingyou, and there was no radio equipment in the conference room.

Tan Jian settled down a bit, and recounted what he had just reported to Jiang Zhihan, and couldn't help but burst into a two-point smile after finishing speaking:

"...There are errors in these data. Secretary Song, as the recorder of the meeting, should listen carefully to what others have to say during the meeting."

　Update tomorrow

　　(To tell you the truth, I spit out the words quickly, only at this time I wish I was an octopus (bushi
　　
　
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