Whether his fortune was great or not was unclear, but this man's heart was indeed so big that Qi Sui found it hard to imagine.
The project progressed slowly. After the final draft of the documents in Qi Sui's hands was finalized, it only needed one more round of review before being incorporated into the company's meeting minutes—which meant—her work was completely over.
She returned to the third floor again.
Her colleagues' attitudes were subtle—both cautious, thinking "Qi Sui might get promoted, we can't offend her," and constrained by Guan Guan's face.
Who didn't know?
Guan Guan was related to the head of HR by blood. The recommendation letter for her probation period had been written by the HR head.
But Qi Sui didn't care about any of this.
Her supervisor tapped her desk and called out, "Xiao Qi, come with me."
Qi Sui put down her pen, her expression calm and unruffled.
But she knew in her heart that her resignation application had probably been processed.
The supervisor called her into the office and asked matter-of-factly, "Xiao Qi, have you finished handing over your current work?"
Qi Sui nodded. "The procedures for the International Department are complete. I've handed over the follow-up work to Engineer Song, and I'll just be responsible for any subsequent complaints. The rest is short-term procedures that I can finish before I leave."
"Okay, then I'll approve it." The supervisor paused for a moment. "But Xiao Qi, are you really planning to leave?"
"Mm."
The supervisor looked up, her voice becoming earnest. "Tell me, is it because of Guan Guan? Did you have a conflict with her?"
Qi Sui was taken aback.
No, rather, she found it ridiculous.
Her conflict with Guan Guan had always existed. Guan Guan was the type of person who only got along when things were smooth. If you were on her side, she would treat you well; but if you ignored her, she would find fault with everything about you. She was someone who needed to be flattered, not cooperated with.
"Supervisor, I don't have any conflict with her."
This statement sounded too hollow. The supervisor obviously didn't believe Qi Sui.
She just propped her chin and thought for a moment. "How about this: I have a quota to transfer someone to the International Department. Didn't you work with them before? I could transfer you there. What do you think?"
If you asked Qi Sui what she thought,
She had no thoughts.
Or rather, she wanted to avoid the International Department.
Ever since the last time Xiang Yu confronted her openly, she hadn't seen him for over a week.
For documents that needed to be signed upstairs, Qi Sui avoided them whenever possible. Even though they already had each other's contact information, they tacitly agreed not to contact each other. Work matters were completely unrelated. During the project, Qi Sui had to answer eight of his calls a day, but now it was different.
Maybe Qi Sui thought this was a way of refusing, but as for Xiang Yu—
She felt the man was probably brewing something big, but she had no evidence.
The supervisor was easy to talk to, so Qi Sui asked directly, "Wouldn't this quota be better for Engineer Song?"
After all, Song Zhibin had been mainly responsible for maintaining the International Department's business. The reason was that Song Zhibin had majored in a minor language in college.
The supervisor raised the corner of her mouth and looked up at her. "Think it over. I can't transfer Song Zhibin; he still has other business to do on my end. If you want to go, let me know. There's still time before your resignation date."
Qi Sui felt helpless.
She wasn't naive enough to resign just because of a conflict with a colleague.
"Supervisor—"
The supervisor raised her hand to interrupt her words. "To be honest with you, it's because of the new General Manager Xiang."
As expected.
Qi Sui cursed in her heart.
But she still pretended to be half-understanding.
The supervisor said, "You should know the International Department. Their business, unlike our department, is managed by headcount. The new General Manager Xiang wants to find a few employees who are familiar with the big picture to work under him and manage projects by blocks."
"Each department has a specific quota. For our department, aren't you the one who knows the most? So think it over. As for salary and benefits, you can ask HR. If it's acceptable, we can discuss it further. Don't lose a good opportunity just because of a momentary stubbornness."
After closing the door, Qi Sui stood dejectedly at the office entrance.
This was seen by Guan Guan, who was sitting at her workstation. She raised an eyebrow and whispered to the small group of friends in the office, laughing.
Qi Sui was indeed very angry.
Was she resigning because of a conflict? Because the salary was too low?
Of course not.
But she couldn't say the real reason no matter what.
How could she tell the earnest supervisor?
I'm not resigning because of Guan Guan or the salary, but because after being tormented by my cross-level boss, he confessed to me face-to-face.
That serious, decisive vice president acted shamelessly in front of me, saying he wanted to upgrade from a homewrecker.
For a moment, Qi Sui couldn't even remember Qian Jin; all she could think was that this job—