The director scribbled the sentence with a pen: "here should be the threshold recovery rate of production, it's just the threshold recovery rate. You check it as soon as possible, give it to Zhao Mingyuan and ask him to change it before you give it to me. Mark out the changes and try to finish them in the morning. "

"Good director." Lu Xiaolai took the document and left the office.

She took the door of the office, spit out a bad breath at the door, and went back to her seat.

Before Zhao Mingyuan came back to the office, Lu Xiaolai circled the four wrong places with a pen and pasted a post it note to record the page numbers. Taking advantage of the time, he checked again from the beginning to the end.

Just after 11 o'clock, Lu Xiaolai saw Zhao Mingyuan coming back from the outside, picked up the document and ran to it. Lu Xiaolai put the document on Zhao Mingyuan's desk and repeated the director's words to him.

Zhao Mingyuan looked at the document and his face was a little stiff at the moment.

He took the document, said "I see" and sat back in his seat.

Lu Xiaolai was afraid that he might miss something and wanted to tell him where the mistakes were. However, Zhao Mingyuan's face was not very good. Lu Xiaolai didn't say anything and walked away in silence.

The lunch break of Jiangshi enterprise starts from 12 o'clock and takes two hours.

Lu Xiaolai returned to her office, half holding her cheek, sliding the mouse and pointing at the computer screen. She was bored studying the website of Jiangshi enterprise, and her eyes could not help looking at the time in the lower right corner of the computer.

With more than ten minutes to go before lunch break, Zhao Mingyuan checked the documents again, printed a new one and handed it to the director's office together with the old one.

Lu Xiaolai's office is facing the director's office. The office has a glass door. She can see the scene just by raising her eyes,

The director looked through the document as if he was saying something. Zhao Mingyuan turned his back to the door. Lu Xiaolai couldn't see his mouth. He could only see him bow and nod his head from time to time.

Lu Xiaolai thinks he has done nothing to arouse people's disgust. He doesn't know why Zhao Mingyuan cheated her.

It may be because Zhao Mingyuan is in a bad mood. Lu Xiaolai thought so, and he didn't care much about it.

As time goes by, there are only five minutes left for lunch break. Almost all the colleagues in the office have finished their work in the morning.

Liu Meng is discussing with another female colleague what to eat for lunch. Xu Qingsong has already ordered takeout. Hearing their discussion, he recommends delicious takeout to Liu Meng like a treasure, but Liu Meng gives them a white eye.

"I think you've been bribed by the takeout! If you eat takeout every day, you will become a takeout! "

Xu Qingsong retorted unconvincingly: "there are so many people in the canteen. I have to wait in line for a long time. I have finished all your takeout."

Liu Meng stares Xu Qingsong back: "take out is gutter oil!"

As soon as the topic of gutter oil was opened, the two began to fight for food safety.

Lu Xiaolai Snickers and picks up his mobile phone to watch.

No news.

Lu Xiaolai's heart floated a few threads of depression, and he pursed his lips with a smile.

She didn't know what she was going to eat at noon, and Jiang Chunhua didn't know where she was so busy.

Lu Xiaolai was a little depressed all of a sudden.

Just thinking about Jiang Chun's painting, Jiang Chun's painting suddenly came in from outside the office and walked around behind Lu Xiaolai.

Jiang Chunhua bent down and grabbed Lu Xiaolai's arm: "Xiaolai, you come with me."

"Where are you going?"

"Just follow me."

Lu Xiaolai turned off the computer screen, took his mobile phone and followed Jiang Chunhua upstairs.