C11 Overtime

11. Overtime

People from the unit came to work one after another.

Around 9 in the morning, Zhou Lan Lan's office became lively.

Liu Qiao Ling was wearing a black fur coat with a waist down. It attracted a few beautiful young women from the neighboring departments. The women surrounded her and exclaimed in admiration.

"Qiao Ling, where did you buy this clothes? I've never seen such a design before. It's really beautiful! "

"My husband bought it in Hong Kong. This year's new model!"

"Tsk tsk, your husband really has good eyes! "Unlike my husband, who only knows how to buy gold jewelry, and says that it's worth it."

"From the looks of it, it's much better than the one Secretary Li bought last year. It's not cheap, is it?"

"Not expensive, only 58,000."

Li Lin walked in from the outside. "Oh, it's quite lively. What's better than mine?"

"Her husband, Qiao Ling, bought her a fur coat. It's pretty. We're admiring this year's new model!" Dong Guifeng said.

"Let me see," Li Lin took the coat from Dong Guifeng and weighed it in her hands, "This is the old model from two years ago. Last year, a business friend gave me two pieces that said they were leftovers, one for 22,000, which I thought was dirt, and gave them to someone else."

When the people present heard this, they all stuck out their tongues.

Liu Qiao Ling no longer had the mood to show off. She threw her clothes onto the hanger, glanced at her, then returned to her chair and sat down on her mobile phone.

At this moment, a few women were attracted by the satchel in Li Lin's hands, and gathered around to strike up a conversation …

Li Lin had gained the upper hand and was showing off while humming a small tune.

While playing with her cell phone, Liu Qiuling cursed in her heart: "Smelly bitch! Fight with me, Liu Qiao Ling, just you wait. I won't let it go so easily! "

As she spoke, Bai Lu walked in carrying her princess bag. She was about the same age as Zhou Lan Lan, with a beautiful figure and a sweet dimple on her face. She didn't like to talk much, and her fights with her sisters were always neutral. However, she wasn't the most simple person in the room. Her current status as a Prefectural Champion made her worth several times more.

The office was the department's highest level office, and Zhou Lan knew that anyone who was able to sit in this room was definitely not a simple person. As for how her father had let her in, she had no idea. He believed that he had no interest in the business transactions in the power field, so he never asked about it or tried to research it.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Director Wang called for a meeting with the staff in his office. At the meeting, Li Lin looked maliciously between Zhou Lan Lan Lan Lan and Wang Guanghua, as if she was about to uncover something.

Zhou Lan Lan lit a fire on her face and tried to keep her body and eyes away from the pair of eyes. She thought to herself: What's going on?

But she also noticed the look the so-called "man" gave her when he looked at her. It was a very confused look, as if he was reluctant to leave her, as if he was avoiding her. When she thought of the divorce certificate, she couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. Her face reddened slightly as she quickly took notes.

After the meeting, the work got busy.

There was a small mountain of manuscripts and papers in front of her, some that were urgently needed, some that weren't urgently needed, some that were due in the afternoon, and some that could be written tomorrow or the day after tomorrow …

When she was busy with her work, time always slipped by quickly. She hurried on until it was almost time to get off work. That mountain was more or less done with. Being off work on time was better than anything else.

Five minutes before getting off work, the teacher training director Zheng brought a stack of manuscripts, saying it was urgent and had to be typed out today.

Zhou Lan Lan raised her wrist and looked at her watch, indicating that it was time to get off work.

Director Zheng disapproved, saying that Little Zhou, please leave ten minutes later. Hurry up, I'll go to the office and wait.

Zhou Lan Lan helplessly picked up the stack of manuscripts. There were over fifty pages in total, and Chief Zheng's handwriting was extremely domineering, even guessing was very difficult.

I have no choice but to work overtime …