Chen Yu began to seriously conceive how to customize a treatment article for Mr. Zhou.

It is not easy to do this. First of all, he has to squeeze out some time from the plan he should have arranged to do this.

Then, he didn't want to arrange the time he squeezed out in the afternoon when he was spending time with his little girlfriend. After all, he would often communicate with his little girlfriend at work.

When Duan Wuru asked, Chen Yu didn't want to lie to her, but if he told the truth, it would seem a little too jealous.

He, Chen Yu, wants shame.

Chen Yu began to arrange various plans diligently, while the Zhou Group was also in a turbulent manner.

Not to mention those dirty things in advance, just finding ways to cure the disease for Mr. Zhou, the most important thing that is sincerely working hard for this is Zhou Nianruo.

"I have tried so many methods, but I haven't improved much after so many years. Although there is a saying in society that emotional illness can be cured, I haven't produced enough evidence after all. It's just that a person has been cured, and it's just that the official has just maintained stability."

While sorting out the documents and materials, the secretary said to his colleagues around him: "Let me see, although we can't speak directly, we can still persuade the manager indirectly, so that he will not be busy looking for writers to customize treatments, and focus on how to handle the shares and wills."

My colleagues also agree.

However, he did not feel the necessity of the proposed consideration of shares and wills.

In his eyes, Mr. Zhou and his manager are biological father and son, so why can he give the third person even if he is not as wealthy as he gives. And why should the emperor not be anxious or the eunuch be anxious?

To put it nicely, they are personal secretaries, and to put it more truthfully, they are just ordinary employees in the company.

Even if something happens to their manager and they cannot inherit the company, they will at most just change to another position and will not be cleaned up as confidants.

So he shook his head and said, "I don't think there is anything to persuade. Just let them worry about this kind of thing. Just do our job well here. It's better to care about these things than to pay the mortgage this month."

The truth is different and they don’t make plans. There is no need to talk together. When the secretary saw that he could not inspire his colleagues, he was also aroused by his words a little bit of a sense of responsibility.

Secretary: "It's okay if you don't go, I'll just go by myself. I said you are actually too honest and can't get too smart. If you help me talk at this time, then the manager will not remember you if things are done?"

The colleague just shook his head.

The secretary shook his head, but their heads were different. The colleagues really didn't want to go to this muddy water, while the secretary couldn't stand his colleagues so hard.

"Okay, I'll go."

The colleague didn't say anything.

Seeing that his last invitation was not received, the secretary immediately went into the office with the sorted documents to find Zhou Nianruo.

Of course, he did not go into the office to talk about this, but because Zhou Nianruo gave him the previous one, he asked him to organize a list of writers who can write good articles in the Yuyun School. He has sorted it out, and he should have given the task now.

After knocking on the door and entering the office, the secretary obviously felt that it seemed a little different from usual.

When he knocked in the door before, although Zhou Nianruo would have answered what he said, he would not have put down his work and sat behind the desk and looked at him without blinking. He was obviously looking forward to what he was going to say now.

This feeling of being valued makes people unconsciously have a desire to speak.

He walked up and placed the documents on Zhou Nianruo's desk.

"Manager, this is the list of Yuyunpai writers you asked me to find before. The first list is divided into different levels according to everyone's evaluation of Yuyunpai articles they wrote. The second list is the highest and universal levels that the articles they wrote before have."

Zhou Nianruo paused for a moment when he flipped through the documents and said in confusion: "Is the articles they wrote in the past very different levels from the articles they wrote in the Yuyun School?"

The secretary nodded.

"It seems yes. Some people on the list usually write very high-level articles, but when writing Yuyun School articles, the response was mediocre. Xing Shao, the articles he wrote usually have never been rated, but the articles he submitted to Yuyun School bot, and even posted them."

"Is Xing Shao right?" Zhou Nianruo looked up the information about Xing Shao, and after reading it carefully several times, he was still a little worried about his thin resume.

"What are the best afterglow writers that can be invited at present? Have you focused on these?"

Although the secretary sometimes meddled with other people's business, he still had no idea how good he could be in his personal secretary. Basically, he had done his homework in advance the problems he had to deal with next.

"The best afterglow writers we can invite at present have already marked their names on the list."

Zhou Nianruo continued to look through the documents, but his expression was still not very satisfied.

The secretary looked at Zhou Nianruo's face and carefully pondered what he meant. He was not satisfied with it now, and he thought he really had no hope for this matter.

"Actually, the manager..." The secretary hesitated and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhou Nianruo who was frowning.

"Does your list have some problems? Although I don't care much about literature, I know that the best writers at present are Shen Yu, and there are some Lao She and Mr. Hemingway... I even know their names, which shows that they are indeed the best ones, but your list does not write their names at all."

Zhou Nianruo hasn't had a good rest for a long time. Since his father fell ill, he has been processing the accumulated work documents, and has to deal with the inquiries of some bad intentions, and is also worried about his father's illness.

Zhou Nianruo's mind was tightly tense in his work pressure, vigilance against malice, and worries about his relatives, so that he would not stop for a moment.

Although he still looks good on the surface, all of this is just the credit of the home medical cabin placed at home.
Chapter completed!