Zhang Ziwen nodded, taking his place at his own desk. This was his new work spot. He glanced at the slightly untidy office items on his desk and the semi-new computer before taking a gentle sigh...
Once Zhang Ziwen had tidied up his desk, Li Yan gave him a tour around the 25th floor, explaining the layout of each department. If a team leader was around, she made a brief introduction and noted they could meet again later if not.
Every manager saw a spirited man handling the internal work, their eyes simultaneously showing a curious look. No doubt, they were presuming there was no promising future for Zhang Ziwen. However, he was unfazed, instead carefully memorizing the names of each supervisor and gauging their temperaments. His many years in the army had engrained this practice in him—to analyze the enemy and then strike decisively, albeit with a slight modification: instead of a mortal blow, making good connections would be the target.
