C5 First Day of Work
The next day was not bright yet and Qiao Anan was sleeping soundly. A deafening sound entered her ears and she immediately jumped out of bed in fright.
Seeing that the source of the terrifying sound was her mother, she patted her frightened little heart and could not help but roll her eyes at her. "Mom, are you sick?" Then she lied back down again.
Qiao Shiyu immediately lifted her blanket. "Get up quickly. Don't forget that today is your first day at work. "
After her reminder, Qiao Anan was much more clear-headed. That's right, today was her first day at Celestial Technology. Without Qiao Shiyu's reminder, she stood up and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
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He took the subway to Celestial Star Plaza. Qiao Anan looked at the towering building in front of her and felt a burst of excitement in her heart. In the future, she would have to work here and she would also become an elite.
With a smile on her face, Lala walked into the building in her short professional skirt and high heels.
It was said that people relied on their clothes and saddles. She was wearing this business suit and her five-centimeter high heels, which made her look a few years older.
He took the elevator to the 12th floor. When he saw the words Celestial Circle, he felt his blood boil.
Walking to the front desk, a short-haired, smart girl smiled at her and politely asked: "Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Hello, my name is Qiao Anan. I came to report today. " Qiao Anan also smiled politely.
The woman looked at her suspiciously and then smiled. "Please wait a moment. " After she made a phone call, she guided Qiao Anan to the administrative office.
The efficiency of a large company was very high. In a few minutes, they had completed the enrollment procedures. From now on, Qiao Anan would be a member of Celestial Star Technology.
The personnel brought her around the company and let her familiarize herself with the various departments and environment of the company. Then, they brought her to the place where she worked.
Qiao Anan was a familiar person. She looked at the short-haired woman and smiled with curved eyes. "Hello, my name is Qiao Anan. We will be colleagues from now on. Please take care of me in the future. "
The woman was infected by her smile and laughed along with her. "Hello, my name is Hsiao Ya. "
"Hsiao Ya, you are so beautiful. " Qiao Anan did not flatter him at all. She said it from the bottom of her heart. She was indeed very beautiful. She had shoulder-length short hair. Very capable and capable. Her skin was fair and red, although it had something to do with the foundation. However, she did not fight much. It could be seen that her skin foundation was very good, and her eyes were round and bright. Her height was above 165, slightly taller than her.
Everyone liked to be praised. Hsiao Ya immediately covered her mouth and laughed lightly, "Your little mouth is really sweet. "
"I'm serious. " Qiao Anan blinked her big eyes that were very sincere.
Hsiao Ya was a little dizzy from her praises and only knew to laugh foolishly.
In just half a day, Qiao Anan was able to easily understand the work at the front desk.
"Anan, this one needs to be taken to the sales department. "
"Okay, I'll do it. " Qiao Anan answered quickly.
"Anan, this is for the Marketing Department. "
"Anan. . . "
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After a day, Qiao Anan had mastered the positions of all the departments in the company. Because she was cheerful and loved to smile, she quickly got into a fight with everyone.
At six o'clock in the evening, it was time to get off work. Hsiao Ya waved at Qiao Anan and said, "Bye, Anan. See you tomorrow. "
"See you tomorrow. "
It was already seven o'clock when they returned home at night. Qiao Shiyu was already cooking.
"Is the new company still used to it?"
"Not bad. " Qiao Anan replied and quickly went into her room. She turned on the computer and started the day's update. Although writing online novels was a spur of the moment, as she wrote, she fell in love with the story she wrote.
So even if she had a decent job now, she didn't want to give up on writing.