"It doesn't matter where you sit, you came just in time, I have something to say to you."
Qin Guang picked up the Cold Palace Spirit's document that he was holding, intending to tell Jiang Qingxue that he had a better prescription in his hands.
"Any person with dignity wouldn't sit next to the toilet, Qin Guang. Are there no other seats available? You are my fiancé, and you will be my husband. I hope you show some backbone. Do you understand?"
Jiang Qingxue was as cold as frost.
Qin Guang had chosen to join the marketing department, which she was already unhappy about.
Now, seeing that Qin Guang's workstation had actually been placed next to the toilet,
she was even more furious.
Yesterday, Qin Guang had not taken advantage of her.
She had some fondness for Qin Guang initially, thinking he was simple and honest.
But now, it seemed that Qin Guang was not simple and honest, but rather weak.
Qin Guang, taken aback, said, "Isn't the marketing director not your uncle's man?"
"So what? You just let him bully you?" After saying this, Jiang Qingxue left with a cold face.
"I didn't want to cause you trouble."
Qin Guang said, speechless.
Unfortunately, by this time, Jiang Qingxue was already far away, and he didn't even have a chance to explain.
He didn't understand why Jiang Qingxue was angry.
The old man had told him to keep a low profile after descending the mountain.
He didn't want to cause trouble for Jiang Qingxue over such a trivial matter. Had he done something wrong?
But now, catching up seemed inappropriate anyway.
Jiang Qingxue was the company president, and it wouldn't be proper for him to chase after her and create a scene.
Just then, the director's secretary, who had just left, returned with a man in his forties, dressed in a suit and shoes.
The secretary pointed at the man and said to Qin Guang, "Qin Guang, this is Mr. Yang, our marketing director."
"You are Qin Guang?"
Mr. Yang looked at Qin Guang and said arrogantly.
"Get to the point!"
Qin Guang spoke sharply.
This Mr. Yang had targeted him since his arrival and even caused Jiang Qingxue to misunderstand him; Qin Guang didn't hit him just out of respect for Jiang Qingxue.
Mr. Yang said coldly, "Heh, quite the temper. I heard you have no educational background. Being in my marketing department is already your good fortune, and yet you dare to show me attitude. Be careful, I might make sure you can't work here."
"Then fire me!"
Qin Guang scoffed.
He had tolerated being placed next to the toilet because he didn't want to cause Jiang Qingxue trouble.
But you, a mere director, think you can push me around?
Don't forget, he owned 30% of Jiang Group's shares, more than even Jiang Qingxue's 10%.
"Fine, you've got guts, relying on your association with the president, huh?"
Mr. Yang's face darkened. Firing Qin Guang was out of the question.
Although he didn't know that Qin Guang held 30% of Jiang Group's shares, he knew Qin Guang was Jiang Qingxue's person.
"But our marketing department doesn't keep freeloaders. There's a task here for you. If you can't complete it, you'll go clean the toilets. Even the president won't be able to say anything then. You can't just loaf around, can you?"
Mr. Yang tossed the folder to Qin Guang.
Qin Guang opened it and saw that it was about marketing Cold Palace Spirit to the Wu Group.
"Marketing Cold Palace Spirit?"
Qin Guang frowned, not seeing the need to market this worthless medicine.
Mr. Yang said sternly, "It seems you've already gone through the Cold Palace Spirit's information, so I'll keep this short. The Wu Group owns several large hospitals, and they will soon tender bids for the treatment of dysmenorrhea with traditional Chinese medicine. The president wants the group to break into the pharmaceutical industry, and now is the perfect time. You're the president's man, help ease her burden."
"Haha, didn't I say this would happen? This guy will definitely be targeted in the marketing department."
"Cold Palace Spirit, what junk. The best marketing staff in the company have tried one wave after another, and the Wu Group wouldn't even grant a meeting."
"This task now is a hot potato; whoever gets it is doomed!"
"Sigh, our marketing department is Mr. Jiang's stronghold. The president actually thought about placing someone in here—too naive."
"Now he's definitely getting the short end of the stick."
"..."
The gossip of his colleagues reached Qin Guang's ears again.
This time, they didn't even bother to lower their voices, clearly coming just to watch Qin Guang's misfortune.
Mr. Yang also looked smug: "Now everyone has tasks, and this is the only one left undone. If you're scared to take it, go sweep the toilets. Our department doesn't keep loafers."
"Fine, I'll take this task,"
Qin Guang said sternly.
"What, you're taking it?"
Mr. Yang was slightly stunned. Was this man deaf? Didn't he hear what the others said? How could he dare take on such a task?
"Yes, I am taking it."
Qin Guang nodded again. He had to take this task.
It was not only his starting point in the company, but it was also because only by succeeding in this could Jiang Group gain the means to venture into the pharmaceutical industry.
Mr. Yang said, "Okay, three days from now, the Wu Group will hold the bidding. Since you've taken this task, dare you make a military order? If you fail, you're out of the company."
Qin Guang said firmly, "What is there to not dare? If I fail, I'm out of the company! But if I succeed, you owe me an apology!"