Early in the morning, the phrase Mo Jingchun heard the most was "Happy New Year."
To keep smiling, Mo Jingchun's face had gone stiff.
Of course, the most popular place was still the finance department just a wall away.
By the time I'd finished a cup of tea in the office, it was already close to nine-thirty.
Xu Pengfei, accompanied by the company's executives, knocked on the office door. When Mo Jingchun looked up, he immediately stood up and said:
"Here we go."
Mo Jingchun walked in front, with Zero and Xu Pengfei following half a step behind.
Walking in the lobby on the ground floor, he even seemed to walk with a breeze.
Outside the lobby, employees waiting to start work had already formed three long queues, stretching far into the distance.
The employees erupted with cheers when they saw the boss and the leaders arrive.
Everyone was genuinely happy; when receiving red envelopes, who would put on a gloomy face? That would just be upsetting oneself.
