Qin Yuji had been in the office for less than ten minutes when she rushed out again like the wind.
Watching her hurried departure, Qian Dacheng curled his lip disdainfully and muttered to a colleague who was having lunch with him, "Look at our 'Manager Qin,' coming in later than anyone else and leaving earlier than everyone else. Even though she's in upper management and doesn't need to punch a clock, how can she set an example with this way of working?"
The colleague, unimpressed by his grumbling, just shrugged. "But our business hasn't suffered, has it? Since Manager Qin took over this month, our performance has actually doubled. Even Vice President Zhang said, 'Don't be fooled by Qin's young age—she has her own method to handle things, and she's surely not meant to stay in a small pond in the long run."
With his mouth full of words he couldn't spout, Qian Dacheng's face turned as purple as an eggplant from frustration.
