Ling Qingyu took a piece of paper out and wrote down a thorough plan for the three days, she would give leave to her employees.
"Can I have a look too?" After hearing Ling Qingyu's agreement, Zhao Xiurong leaned over to glance at what she wrote.
Lists of procedures and so on. As she kept looking, she gulped and eyed suspiciously at her boss. Just her simple words transformed into a complex plan.
Ling Qingyu explained the lists on the paper to Zhao Xiurong afterward, solving all the delay problems that might arise due to giving leave to her subordinates.
Even if the staff went home, they could complete a portion of the tasks to avoid causing any delays. As for releasing these tasks, she asked Zhao Xiurong to arrange the department heads to their workers.
The top-down approach was simple and fast. Zhao Xiurong stared at Ling Qingyu with wide eyes. "Sometimes, I wonder whether it is really my idea or yours that begins everything." Zhao Xiurong said depressed.
