"Not interested!"
Xiao Tianyu bluntly refused. What kind of administrative director position is that? He didn't want it at all. Is running around like a mad dog all day supposed to make him happy? Xiao Tianyu wasn't that foolish. Being a typist was great, not too much work in a day, and he could finish it in half an hour.
But that wasn't the main thing. The main thing was that Ye Qingcheng hardly visited twice a year, and he could easily deal with the little manager Luo Bing anytime.
Moreover, he didn't want to face an iceberg every day. Power had long become something Xiao Tianyu detested.
Was that a refusal?
Stunned.
After hearing Xiao Tianyu's words, everyone in the office went into a state of bewilderment. Refusing such a promotion, what did he want? Could it be a typist was better than an administrative director?
