C3 Crying with Joy

The feeling of having a hangover didn't feel good, so she ran into the company at a few o'clock in the morning. After finishing the call, Kavu Li put down her bag and went to the teahouse. She had just made a cup of coffee and sat down to drink, when the supervisor, Lori, came in and said to her, "Qing Qing, I was looking for you. Director He wants you to go to his office."

"Alright, I'll be there immediately." Ji Qing stood up in agreement.

Luo Li walked closer to Ji Qing and whispered, "The Haitian International's President Wu is very satisfied with the effects of the hotel's lobby decoration. The company might arrange for you to work with this project."

"Really?" Ji Qing asked in surprise.

"In the afternoon, go to Haitian International, and discuss your design concept with President Wu. You better follow this project well, and try to get the renovations for the hotel's clubhouse down."

"Sister Luo, I will do my best."

Ji Qing was on the verge of tears of joy. Finally, she had survived.

The decorative design company that Ji Qing worked for was ranked third in the Hai City. Four years ago, Ji Qing was just a design assistant who had been promoted to the position of senior designer through hard work. Ji Qing's design works had participated in many of the company's competitive bidding projects, and the number of times she had been selected by a cooperating company could be counted on one hand.

Haitian International was a large multinational group. They owned a chain of hotels, real estate, resorts, and other places that had tens of billions of dollars per year. With such a large cake, everyone wanted to share it. Therefore, their company placed great importance on this Haitian International competition.

There were at least ten companies participating in the bidding, and each company would carefully choose at least three designs to report on. Ji Qing would never have thought that the winner would be herself. Director He's purpose for finding Ji Qing was basically the same as what Luo Li had revealed to Ji Qing beforehand. However, from a professional point of view, he had warned her about a few more things she needed to pay attention to when talking to Haitian International, President Wu.

In the afternoon, she took the company's car to the Haitian International, while Ji Qing took the elevator up to the 29th floor. After she reported her name at the reception desk, the receptionist called President Wu's secretary.

After a while, a dignified and capable woman in her forties walked over and greeted Ji Qing: "It's Miss Ji from the heaven, right? President Wu is waiting for you in the reception room."

After entering the office, Ji Qing couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "You're President Wu's secretary?"

"Yes, his personal assistant." She replied to Ji Qing coldly.

"Oh." Ji Qing was bored and shut her mouth.

President Wu's secretary led Ji Qing into the reception room before leaving. A man with his back facing Ji Qing was sitting on a leather sofa, reading a newspaper. He wore a snow-white shirt, and his hair was unflustered.

Ji Qing crept up behind him and used her hand to cover his eyes. "Brother Hao, guess which sister of yours I am?" she charmingly asked.

Wu Hao pulled Ji Qing's hand away, turned his head with a smile and said, "You little ghost girl, you're already married, yet you still dare to cause so much trouble."

Ji Qing made a face at him, and looked up at the camera in the corner, "Uh, if your people from the company saw this, they wouldn't say that you're using your power to steal, right? Our company is participating in the bidding for your hotel. "

"It's possible." He laughed.

"Then wouldn't President Wu's fame in Haitian International be ruined by me?"

"Stop, don't put me in such a high position. One, I am only the CEO of Haitian International's chain of Holidays Inn. Two, I am 33 years old this year, so I have at most lived for half a lifetime."

"Alright, I know you're young and capable, CEO Wu." Ji Qing sat down on the sofa opposite him and asked half-truthfully, "Did you really show favoritism?"