Chapter 8 — Destiny PPT version

Manh Vi laughed so much that his chopsticks fell. I sat in the corner, quietly diving into the book. This location is very good. No one paid attention to me. Suitable for survival. Co Thua Nghien suddenly sat down next to me. My piece of beef jerky fell into the pot. "General Manager Co." "Are you still stressed now?" "Depends on the situation." "What situation?" "You're stressed when you sit here." He picked up the shared chopsticks, picked up my piece of beef jerky that had been overcooked, and put it in his bowl. "Your temporary contract has expired." My hand stopped. Here we come. This outrageous experience of mine is finally coming to an end. Also normal. I haven't graduated yet. The project has also entered orbit. The company can't just let me do this mess forever. I put down my chopsticks. "Thank you for this time." Co Thua Nghien looked at me. "Are you preparing to run again?" "Not running." "So what?" "Reasonable withdrawal." He seemed to hear something very outrageous. "On Nhien." "Yes." "Do you have any misunderstandings about yourself?" I said nothing. He pushed a contract in front of me. Official position. Product Manager. Oh Luong, I looked twice. Look again a third time. Confirm the decimal point is not misplaced. I raised my head. "General Manager Co, isn't this a bit high?" "High criticism?" "No criticism." "Let's sign." "But I haven't graduated yet." "The internship agreement is officially transferred." "But my experience is little." "So I'm not a general manager." "But I'm afraid of society." Co Thua Nghien looked at me. "You're afraid of society, it doesn't affect your scolding the company." I bowed my head. "It was unexpected." "I hope this kind of accident is unexpected." a little more.” The hot pot boiled loudly. There were people around ordering more dishes. Manh Vi winked at me half the table away. The male programmer raised his phone and prepared to take a photo of me signing my name. I looked at the contract. Suddenly remembered the interview that day. Eight words on the big screen. Your company is only three steps away from bankruptcy. Now that I think about it, the title is still too insulting. But if I could do it again. Maybe I'll still press the wrong button. Or say. I hope I still dare to press the wrong button. I picked up the pen. Sign your name. On Nhien. Two words, this time without missing corners. Co Thua Nghien collects the contract. "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, new project meeting." I haven't put my pen down yet. "Tomorrow?" "Um." "What new project?" He looked at me, his voice calm as if he was ordering food. "The nineteenth page of your last PPT." My head was ringing. Nineteenth page. Of course I remember. The title of that page was: "If I Were The Boss, I Would Fire These Three Functions First." I stared at him. "General Manager Co, that's really what I wrote haphazardly." Co Thua Nghien picked up the glass. "Then tomorrow, prove that you didn't write haphazardly."