The minutes of Song Qingyou's department heads' meeting were reviewed by Shen Fei and sent to all meeting participants, the junior supervisors of each department, and those who did not attend the meeting for some reason.

This meeting record was written in detail and clearly organized. Everyone in the company was very satisfied. When they saw the person who took the meeting record and wrote Song Qingyou's name in the box behind it, they were even more surprised.

Even during lunch, people were talking about it.

"The new guy in the secretarial department, didn't he say he was just filming a show? He seems to be very capable at work."

"Is it because of the minutes of the supervisor's meeting yesterday? I also read them, and they were very detailed."

"Didn't we have an intern in the secretarial department before? I feel like there is a big gap between the two. Song Qingyou is the better one."

"I've dealt with that before..."

Several people lowered their voices and when they mentioned Zhuang Wei, they either shook their heads or said they had a bad personality.

Zhuang Wei, who was sitting aside and engrossed in eating, almost couldn't help but refute.

Just when she stood up and wanted to leave immediately, she suddenly heard the person next to her change her voice and say:

"Did you know? Mr. Tan seemed to have harassed Secretary Song before the meeting yesterday."

"Isn't it? Has he got a brain bug? He is currently filming a show. When it is released, won't he be finished?"

"Maybe they don't pay attention to celebrities. The executives of Jiangyuan Group may have good family backgrounds and are not afraid at all."

"Didn't Song Qingyou suffer the consequences of being mute?"

"I didn't eat. I heard that Tan Jian seemed to have fallen down. He died laughing."

"I've heard that Tan Jian is lustful, why not just throw him to death..."

Zhuang Wei listened to everything they were chatting about.

Walking out of the cafeteria door, a question suddenly came to her mind: She and the people in the secretarial department only found out this morning that Song Qingyou and Jiang Zhihan were old acquaintances, so did Tan Jian know?

Thinking about it, if he knew, he wouldn't be able to risk his life to harass Song Qingyou.

Maybe he can use Tan Jian to try and see if something goes wrong with Song Qingyou's work, will Jiang Zhihan defend her...

Thinking of this, Zhuang Wei walked a little faster.

As a secretary, she has the contact information of all senior executives, and it is not difficult at all to contact Tan Jian.

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In the afternoon, Jiang Zhihan rarely appeared in the company, so naturally he had to convene a meeting with the company's senior management.

The content is mainly about checking and filling vacancies, suggestions, summary and planning of recent work.

The meeting was chaired by Fang Yan. After reporting on other work, yesterday's supervisor meeting was inevitably mentioned.

Fang Yan just wanted to go over the recent work. After finishing speaking, he symbolically asked everyone: "That's all the content of yesterday's supervisor meeting. Does anyone need to add anything?"

The conference room was quiet for two seconds, and suddenly someone said: "I have it."

It was Tan Jian who spoke out.

As soon as he saw him, Fang Yan remembered what happened in the conference room yesterday. It seemed that he hadn't told Jiang Zhihan yet.

Tan Jian stood up and said, "There is a problem with yesterday's meeting minutes."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows and thought: He hasn't attacked Tan Jian yet, but Tan Jian wants to attack Miss Song?

Jiang Zhihan knew that Song Qingyou was the person who took notes yesterday. Since he didn't know what happened before the meeting, he only spoke calmly:

"continue."

"Yes." A hint of calculation flashed in Tan Jian's eyes, "There are several errors in the data I mentioned at the meeting, and there are also..."

Everyone dug out the meeting minutes and compared what Tan Jian said one by one.

If what he says now is what he says now, there are indeed serious errors in the minutes of the meeting.

Tan Jian couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhihan's face, and suddenly he met the other man's cold eyes, as if he could see through everything.

No, this is an illusion.

Mr. Jiang must be angry with the Secretariat and Fang Yan!

He swallowed and said more firmly:

"The minutes of the meeting have now spread throughout the company and have a huge impact. I think Secretary Song should bear full responsibility."

"In addition, Secretary Song has only been in the company for a few days and is solely responsible for taking the minutes of meetings. This is not consistent with common sense."

What is unreasonable? Isn't this questioning whether Song Qingyou may have used the back door?

Moreover, among all the senior officials present, the one who is most likely to create unspoken rules and open back doors is the person in charge, Fang Yan, isn't it?

Fang Yan wanted to roll his eyes. Even if you gave him a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare to unspoken rules for Song Qingyou!

Jiang Zhihan naturally doesn't know what others say and just thinks it is what it is.

He raised his eyes and asked, "What did Assistant Fang say?"

Fang Yan quickly explained: "The company has never valued qualifications, only ability. Of course the same is true for the secretarial department."

"Song Qingyou is only the company secretary during this period. I think she is very capable and there is nothing wrong with arranging work for her."

Tan Jian persisted: "I don't mean to question Special Assistant Fang, but if there can be so many mistakes in one meeting record, is Secretary Song's ability really strong?"

Fang Yan asked, "Why is it that only Mr. Tan's records are wrong?"

Tan Jian was stunned and quickly concealed the guilt in his eyes.

"Because what I said contained a lot of data, Secretary Song might not have listened carefully at all!"

Fang Yan: "I think if there is an error in the meeting minutes, we need to call Secretary Song over and check them one by one."

Tan Jian wanted to veto the proposal, but after seeing Jiang Zhihan's cold face, he swallowed his words after thinking about it.

He thought about the anonymous email that said that the company had made mistakes in secretarial meeting minutes before. At that time, Mr. Jiang directly fired the person without showing any mercy.

Maybe it will be the same this time——

Tan Jian is full of hope.

But Jiang Zhihan didn't do what he wanted at all, "Invite Secretary Song here."

It's not "calling", but "inviting". Jiang Zhihan habitually puts Song Qingyou in the same position as himself.

Fang Yan nodded clearly.

Three minutes later, Song Qingyou walked into the conference room.

She was accompanied by the cameraman from the program team.

The cameraman's lens was placed very low, obviously not capturing the faces of everyone in the office.

Fang Yan took the initiative to explain the relevant situation.

Song Qingyou looked at Tan Jian with a half-smile:

"Excuse me, Mr. Tan, where is the problem with my meeting minutes? Please tell me again."

Tan Jian always felt that the other person's eyes were full of ridicule, like looking at a clown.

Anger arose in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and thought, human memory can make mistakes, no matter how good Song Qingyou's memory is, it is impossible for him to remember the data he said.

What's more, the recording of the meeting is of little use.

The seat he was sitting at that time was the farthest place from Song Qingyou, and there was no radio equipment in the conference room.

After Tan Jian calmed down for a moment, he recounted what he had just reported to Jiang Zhihan again. After speaking, he couldn't help but smile proudly:

"...There are errors in these data. As the person who takes minutes of the meeting, Secretary Song should listen carefully to what others are saying during the meeting."

Update tomorrow

(To be honest, I vomited when I was typing. Only at times like this I wish I was an octopus (bushi)

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