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"The company will take responsibility for you when it hires you. There is currently no intern who can follow him."

Song Yanqing raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Shaoyang who was watching the show. His eyelids were narrow and his voice sounded cold: "If you think this won't work, just resign."

At that time, Xia Yang's final review was given by Xing Jianshu.

Xia Yang has a bright spot if he can join Bofeng, otherwise which company would support idle people?

She couldn't adapt to the rhythm in the company now. Song Yanqing also suddenly thought of Wu Shaoyang, killing two birds with one stone, otherwise Wu Shaoyang would be ruined if he stayed around without contacting people.

To a certain extent, Xia Yang is a precedent. If he can learn from Wu Shaoyang, even if he has some superficial knowledge, it will be enough for Xia Yang to gain a foothold.

There is no need to say this. Song Yanqing is not a person who is used to breaking things down and talking to others. He is used to ordering and executing. Why should an adult have to repeat everything one, two, three, four, five or six times? Are you tired?

Xia Yang's eyes were a little red and he looked at Song Yanqing.

He was leaning against the counter, his figure was upright and upright, he was neither impatient nor scornful. He had a business-like sense of order and strict methods. You could not joke with him or raise any questions.

In private, he can become familiar with the employees and call them brothers. During the eight hours during the day, when it comes to business matters, he is his boss.

Xia Yang made aimless gestures with her hands in the air. Her nails were trimmed and polished. Finally, she said, "Then I will learn from it..."

The little girl almost cried when she said it.

Wu Shaoyang had a cigarette in his mouth, a white vest, his left arm exposed, and blue and black tattoos. He was rough and wild. After seeing enough, he said, "Can you respect me? Do I agree?"

You don't even say hello, why don't you give him a game?
"You?" Song Yanqing glanced over and said perfunctorily, "Respect the old and love the young. Which generation are you? Uncle? That's fine too."

"..."

I fuck/you/mom/Song Yanqing.

He was just too familiar and not polite at all.

Wu Shaoyang had rejected Shangbo Feng Technology before, and he must not refuse this matter again: "She is here today, and you will pay for my cigarettes and alcohol."

Song Yanqing sneered lightly, turned to Xia Yang and said, "Did you hear that? Learn from me and don't waste my hundreds of dollars a day."

Wu Shaoyang licked his molars: "Fuck."

Xia Yang raised her hands tremblingly, her face as white as snow: "If you don't learn well, will you hit people?"

Wu Shaoyang: "..."

"I'll go upstairs and take a nap." Song Yanqing glanced at the time on his watch and spoke in a crisp voice.

“I treat this as my home all day long.” Wu Shaoyang.

"Yes, I consider you my uncle."

"Get out of your mother."

Song Yanqing lay down on the bed in the small room upstairs. The curtains were drawn, and it was dark. It was not lonely, but a kind of silence full of freedom and tension.

He took off his shoes, put his hands comfortably behind his head, closed his eyes and meditated, one long leg straightened, the other bent, his white shirt was messy and had a few wrinkles, he didn't care, he was immersed in the dim light and shadow, the lines of his face He is cold and unruly, with a high nose that casts shadows, giving him a sharp sense of self-control.

No matter which angle you look at it, he is extremely clean and dissolute, and so free and unrestrained that no one or thing can trap him in this long and long life, and it can be engraved in people's impressions at a glance.

It will make people feel very free and comfortable.

Completely relaxed.

It is reminiscent of Hong Kong movies with strong collision of colors to the darkest shadows, and a variety of styles.

The wind travels eight thousand miles and blows over mountains and seas.

The mobile phone placed by the bedside lights up, and the screen brightness is adjusted to the lowest level, which is soft and dim without being dazzling.

The message appears to be a group chat.