The address Han Ting sent by phone was Room 4501 of an office building near Dongsishi Street.
Ji Xing got off the wrong elevator at first and ran out on the 42nd floor. She accidentally broke into the office area. What she saw was a huge glass window, neatly arranged desks and swivel chairs, young people working hard, and lush green plants. She suddenly felt like she was back to her working days.
She went back into the empty elevator and noticed that the words 32-45 floors were written on the wall of the elevator: Dongyang Medical Technology Co., Ltd.
Guangsha's office area is only two floors below.
On the 45th floor, the scenery is completely different from that downstairs. There is no employee office area, only an open public area, with tables, chairs and green plants on one side, and a huge bookshelf on the other side, filled with various award certificates and trophies of Dongyang Medical.
At one end of the public area is the secretary's office and the president's office, and at the other end, there is a frosted glass door, so you can't see inside clearly. It may be a meeting room.
Secretary: "Is this Miss Ji?"
"Yes."
"Boss Han is in a meeting. The meeting has been delayed for a while. Please go in and wait for a while."
Ji Xing went in and the secretary closed the door.
The office is very large, and the interior furnishings are divided into two parts: the office area and the central area; the office area is furnished with desks, office chairs, sofas, and bookshelves. The style is not luxurious, let alone extravagant. The design is simple and elegant, but it looks valuable, quietly showing the taste and personality of the owner of this office. Low-key, hidden edge.
The central area is more casual and free, with a large rectangular table and no chairs around it. You can imagine the owner of the room standing by the table, with a group of people writing and drawing around the table full of drawings to discuss important matters. There are some papers on the wall next to the table, either mind maps or draft drawings. It looks extremely wild and unrestrained.
If you say what is the best part of this office, it is probably the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the east side, with endless blue sky and sunshine outside the window.
Ji Xing couldn't help but walk over to the window and look out. Mid-March is the beginning of spring, the season when Beijing is rejuvenated. The city has washed away the grey atmosphere of winter, and the willow branches in the alleys are sprouting, revealing a touch of tender new green; white and pink pear and peach blossoms are dotted among them, and there is a fresh atmosphere between the tall buildings and low walls.
"Nice scenery?" A man's voice suddenly came from behind, and the office door closed immediately.
Ji Xing immediately turned around, and Han Ting walked in in a suit, his hand on his tie and gently pulled it. His jaw was slightly tense, and his face was not very good, as if he had just had an uncomfortable meeting. But when he looked at her, his face had returned to normal, and he nodded slightly to her.
Ji Xing smiled and said, "In a dozen days, the trees will be green, and the scenery should be better."
Han Ting walked to the desk and sat down, unbuttoned his suit, looked at her, smiled politely, and said straight to the point, "Why do you want to build your company alone?"
Ji Xing rolled her eyes and gave a very high-sounding reason: "It doesn't fit the company's philosophy."
Han Ting: "Oh?"
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