Just after the Spring Festival, a mist floated in the sky in Jiangcheng. There was no sunshine all day long, and the towering office buildings made people feel miserable.
Today is the seventh day of the first lunar month, and the employees have not yet come out of the comfort of the holidays. The work area is filled with sighs, yawns, and dozing heads one after another.
There is a small pot of spider plant in the corner of Ji Xuan's desk. No one cares about it during the holidays, and the leaves have turned yellow. She watered it this morning and it's starting to show some signs of life.
She made several phone calls to review last year's project, but almost nothing was accomplished that day. When she was about to get off work, she wrote down tomorrow's work content on a note.
An Xun, an intern who had been with her for a month, came over and stared at her as she finished writing a line. His expression suddenly dropped: "Are you going to start working on the construction site tomorrow?"
Ji Xuan said "hmm".
"My sister, can we have a rest during the Chinese New Year?"
"The New Year has come to an end." Ji Xuan continued, with several project names popping up on the paper, none of which were troublesome. "If the workers don't keep an eye on the work, how can they explain to Party A if something goes wrong? Just after the holiday, others also They all think the same as you, and being careless is the most likely to cause trouble."
