Chapter 297 297. Are you planning to give your girlfriend something
The people in the second group looked at Ji Mo, who was sitting calmly, and were a little surprised that the person with the highest performance in the five groups would be a newly recruited colleague.
At this time, if you want to target him, you will seem to be lacking in confidence.
"Ji Qianmo has also been praised by the manager and the president, everyone should work as hard as him, spend time on performance, and not question their team members."
After Zheng Liang's lecture, let them continue to work.
"Awesome." Mu Han was the first to praise Ji Mo.
Ji Mo smiled and said modestly. "It's just a matter of luck."
"Your salary plus commissions and bonuses last month should be a lot." Mu Han laughed and teased him. "What, are you going to give your girlfriend something?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Ji Mo's eyes, and he was reminded by Mu Han.
The first time I paid my salary, I should buy a gift for Yan Yan.
"Well, it's a gift." Thanks to Mu Han's reminder, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of it. "At noon, please eat."
"You're welcome, then." Mu Han readily agreed.
Ji Mo sent a WeChat message to Chu Tianyan and told her that he couldn't eat with her at noon.
"It's okay, you should socialize with your colleagues properly." Chu Tianyan didn't mind, and encouraged him to get along well with his colleagues.
"When I pay my salary, I will invite you to dinner." Ji Mo suddenly had a strong interest and expectation in salary, something that he had no concept before.
He never thought that the word salary would be related to him.
With his family background and interests, he will either succeed as the president or become the president on his own, and he will always be the boss, not a small staff member who receives a salary.
Now that he has a salary, he can have a good experience of the civilian love embodiment of a salary to coax his girlfriend.
"Okay, I'll wait." Chu Tianyan agreed with a smile.
She didn't dislike that Ji Mo's salary might be very small for her, and she usually had a meal that was almost the same amount.
On the contrary, she felt that Ji Mo thought about her for the first time she paid her salary, and her heart was warm.
How much money a man makes is not the point, the key is to see how much money he is willing to spend on his own woman.
Her woman's instinct told her that Xiaomo would not let her down.
On the 2nd, it was the day when the Century Group came out with its payroll.
Ji Mo, who has never been short of money since he was born, logged in to the system of the personnel department before getting off work at noon to check how much his salary was.
All kinds add up, he had a salary of more than 60,000 yuan last month, which is very powerful for a staff member who has been in the company for a month.
"How much?" Mu Han asked him curiously.
Ji Mo stretched out his hand and compared. "What about you?"
"Ahem, it's much less than you, 10,000 yuan." Mu Han admired Ji Mo, this kid was so powerful that he dumped him for many streets. "This 10,000 yuan, and your credit, otherwise I will definitely not be able to reach this number."
There is a bonus, because Ji Mo's personal performance is too good and he has made a great contribution to the victory of the second group, so that he will get a good bonus with average performance.
"You're doing well, too." After a month of observation, Ji Mo felt that Mu Han was a malleable talent.
If Mu Han was like him, he was born in a chaebol family, and he could be exposed to it since he was a child, and he would not necessarily be much inferior to him.
"Encouragement." Mu Han has a good mentality, and he is not jealous of Ji Mo's achievements.
Ji Mo hurriedly left the office as soon as he got off work in the evening, wanting to meet Chu Tianyan as soon as possible and share with him the results of his hard work for a month.
In the elevator, he was surprised to meet his own father Ji Dongcheng.
Dad didn't use his president's elevator, but came here to squeeze the elevator with a group of small staff, what is this doing?