Tang Xi called a car and arranged for a few colleagues who had drunk a bit to go back.
One colleague, both flattering and sarcastic, said, "Tang Xi, you don't even have a car? But with your excellent design this time, you're definitely going to have a big year-end bonus, and promotion and salary increase are certain. This time, maybe even the vice director position will be yours."
Before Tang Xi could reply, another person said, "Yeah, you're really good, Director Jiang has just taken office, and you've already clung to the big legs. Truly action-oriented, us old colleagues might have to beg you for favors in the future."
"It's just a pity for Ou Qianqian, I thought the vice director position would be hers this time..."
At this moment, Ou Qianqian came over and snorted with contempt, "You two, looking like this, are you planning to imitate Gao Minjia and Qian Lin? If you want to mock Tang Xi by yourselves, leave me out of it, it's meaningless."