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Sunlight shines quietly from the French window and obliquely projects on the thick and soft imported carpet of the world consumer goods giant Reed (China) Beijing Branch.
A chaotic afternoon.
The world of mortals is dancing.
From time to time, employees hurried between the promenade and the dark blue partition, and their footsteps were immediately absorbed by high-quality carpets.
In the huge office, there are only brisk typing, intermittent fax, pleasant telephone ringing and deliberately low-key English or Chinese conversations.
At the end of the wide corridor, next to the teahouse, a figure stood quietly in front of the bulletin board.
George Zhang, the manager of North China (a big customer), with shining hair, ended his three-month overseas training yesterday morning and returned home from Thailand after corruption. Although he didn't have to jet lag, he still slept until late in the morning and walked into the company step by step.
George shook his hand and walked past the empty front desk, only to find that the receptionist's head jumped out from under the table, which startled him. I saw the little girl's lips were red and oily, and her eyebrows were just painted. I must have secretly fixed her makeup just now.
Small front desk looked up and saw George, then smiled and said, "Thai people are back, white. ...