Originally, Zhao Sanjin was curious about who the man in front of him was. As a result, he looked up and found that it was Wu Tian who even Liu Yingying wanted to soak in Chanel store that day.

"Are you a new employee of the group?" Wu Tian suddenly realized a problem and hurriedly asked.

Wu Tian's response is still Zhao Sanjin's plain smile. He wants to see what flowers he wants to play if he has entered the group.

"Now that you have joined the group, you should understand the rules of the group. You'd better recognize who is offended and who can't!" Wu Tian outlined a penetrating arc at the corner of his mouth, sneered and hummed a warning.

The smile on Zhao Sanjin's face suddenly became meaningful. He shook his head and looked at Wu Tian. When he really felt sad for such a person, the corners of his mouth turned and replied with disdain: "so, you belong to the kind of person you can't provoke?"

"What do you think?"

"I heard that the sales department recruited a new group of people yesterday, won't there be you?" Wu Tian naturally won't continue to entangle with Zhao Sanjin foolishly on the issue of being beaten, otherwise he can only suffer losses, so the conversation turned and asked with some meaning.

"Are we new to the sales department?" Zhao Sanjin asked Jiang Zheng, pretending to be ignorant.

"Yes, isn't it?" asked Jiang Zheng, not too sure, because he didn't know how to reply to Zhao Sanjin at this time.

"Oh, that's it!" Zhao Sanjin nodded, then looked at Wu Tianxiao and asked, "why? What advice can't you give?"

"I don't deserve your advice. I just hope you can get along well with us in the sales department. After all, the sales department is a place where the weak eat the strong. If you get sent out just before you enter the group, it will be a little slap in the face, won't it?"

Obviously, Wu Tian is threatening, and it is the threat of red fruit. As long as he is not a fool, he can understand it.

The elevator went along the floor pressed by Jiang Zheng and stopped at the 18th floor. When Jiang Zheng and Zhao Sanjin arrived at the training room, they were basically the two of them. After all, they quarreled for a long time and delayed a lot of time, but fortunately, even so, the boss in charge of the position has not come.

After finding a position at random, Jiang Zheng asked curiously, "did you call the man general manager just now, and he seems to be the general manager of the sales department? Is that so?"

"What's the problem?"

"No problem, but I think we will be made a lot of difficulties in working in the group in the future!" Jiang Zheng smiled bitterly, but he didn't mean to complain, which made Zhao Sanjin feel relieved.

Zhao Sankin smiled quietly, shook his head and said, "you're wrong. It's not us, but me!"

"Brother Zhao, you're really sorry for talking like that!" Zhao Sanjin said this, which made Jiang Zheng look a little unhappy. He said solemnly to Zhao Sanjin: "you've helped me so much. If you're bullied in the group, I can work at ease?"

"Don't worry, just work at ease. I haven't put it in my eyes!"

"But..." Jiang Zheng clearly wanted to say something more, but the door of the training room was pushed open again. A middle-aged man in suit and shoes appeared in front of everyone, wearing a pair of heavy glasses. With the appearance of the old workplace, Zhao Sanjin knew that the person in charge of the post was coming.

"I understand your mind, but I believe I can solve it. Let's see how this position is divided!" Zhao Sanjin patted Jiang Zheng on the shoulder and gave Jiang Zheng a reassuring look, which made Jiang Zheng calm down and stop talking.

"I won't say much. I'll directly announce your post division. After that, someone will take you there." the middle-aged man in front of the crowd pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose. He didn't say much nonsense. He directly cut into the theme and began to read out the post division of the crowd.

"Wang Tianhao, Yue Siqi, Ling song... A group of sales department!" the middle-aged man looked at the list printed on A4 paper in his hand and quickly said.

"Li Zheng, Zhou Yusong, Jiang Zheng... Group 2 of the sales department!" the middle-aged man continued to say, "Gu Xin, Mao Manlin... Group 3 of the sales department!"

Then, he put away the A4 in his hand, pushed the mirror frame, looked around the crowd and asked, "who else hasn't been assigned?"

"Me!" Zhao Sanjin raised his hand and just wanted to ask why. The middle-aged man glanced at A4 paper and said directly, "yes, it's you. Go to the front desk of the sales department!"

"What?"

"I disagree!"