"Read the letter." Yang Rui issued a short and powerful order.

Xiao Cui, like a spring, starts with a bang. He opens the paste, picks up the letters, pulls them over the mobile blackboard, and then pastes the letters in the envelope on the mobile blackboard one by one.

In this way, Yang Rui doesn't need to turn the pages one by one. He just needs to recite his hands and can read several pages of letters at a time, saving 10% of his time.

After posting the letter, Xiao Cui no longer pays attention to the English. He came to the next room, brought in a bottle of boiling water, and began to make tea with the Longjing tea presented by director Li.

Under the suitable temperature, the tender green tea roots stand upright and the aroma is strong.

"The old director's tea again?" Yang Rui moved his nose to smell it and said, "I can't taste the tea. It's wasted for me."

Xiao Cui, with a smile, said, "it's specially sent by the factory director. If you don't drink it and turn the new tea into the old one, it's a waste."

"Let's have a drink together. I think you still like tea." Yang Rui unfolded the letter and began to write.

Once he started to work, Xiao Cui would not say a word. He quietly made a cup of Longjing for himself and drank it. Seeing that Yang Rui was still concentrating on writing a letter, he quietly left the office and began to call the factory office

"Hello, the guests in warehouse A are busy today. They may eat in the office." Xiao Cui used the code to avoid being known by irrelevant people.

At the other end of the phone is master Xu's voice, asking, "what would you like to eat?"

"Light."

"If you're light, you can find a Cantonese chef. I'm a cook of Shandong cuisine!" The voice on the other end of the phone rose in an instant.

Little Cui was startled and quickly advised: "it's not you who said that Shandong cuisine is Chinese, but let darbeko read it.

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