Zhu Bufan nodded, and Zhao Juan leaned in closer and said, "Bufan, Xiaojia came looking for me again this afternoon. She said that the HR department and the Finance department are both powerful departments, crucial to the development and interests of the company. She thinks I don't have enough ability to do it well, so she offered me the position of Deputy Office Secretary with a monthly salary of thirty thousand. What do you think?"
"Deputy Secretary?" Zhu Bufan showed his teeth in a wry smile. "How many secretaries does she have exactly?"
"Who cares how many secretaries?" Zhao Juan said carefreely. "I just have to show up every day, sign in, and that's it. I think working in the city is about clocking in, which seems interesting, right? I want to take the job. What do you say?"
"Then just go," he responded.
At that moment, Zhan Feiyu walked in and said in a coquettish voice, "Bufan, come out quickly, I need to talk to you about something."
