Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

After get off work this week, I took the time to write a map, try to look at the problem from the perspective of BCG, and launch their company split plan.

There is a niche and popular branch of applied psychology called criminal profiling, because a large number of American dramas such as "Criminal Minds" are well known to the audience. This science is more widely used than most people think: sometimes people find that certain people or certain cars are more likely to be intercepted by inspectors. What is revealed behind this is actually a simple predictive profile.

The current accuracy of this science is not high, and it is far from the level of independent use.

It's the same with the other people's plan.

We already know that the main purpose of the resource integration project that BCG came to our company to implement was to separate the two departments in Europe and Asia from the company and establish new subsidiaries. This is an end as well as a means, and what is behind it, as far as I can guess, is dissatisfaction with the faction of the founders.

Miss Pan De’s criteria for identifying the CEO of a new company, and the information disclosed by Jocelyn all proved this from the side, and the source of the dissatisfaction is likely to be the chairman of our group.

The chairman and I can’t fight each other, and it’s not easy to get past Miss Pande. I can't do these two things. If I want to run the errands and protect the company, it is best to leave a way out. I have to focus on the specific separation and reorganization. On the plan.

The mega team model can be clearly defined as the framework for the company's reorganization. As for the actual method, Miss Pan De has already made it clear, it depends on how to understand it.

Previously, she inadvertently mentioned something about the personnel structure of the new company, asked my opinion, and even expressed her expectation for reporting in documents. Based on this analysis, these external department members absorbed in the department are not so much a communication bridge between the department and the original department to which it belongs, but rather a bridgehead for each department to establish in the new company.

Then the candidates will be cautious, and BCG may inevitably give opinions.

This is a point that can be delayed.

But this hodgepodge, how I think it is unreliable, colleagues who know a little bit about the business will certainly not be fooled by them; let alone the head of the client, the big boss, and the delivery. What kind of confidence does Miss Pan De rely on to make the big boss nod to it?

And on Tuesday, she also hinted that BCG will not be shy to expose the actual intentions.

Why?

Countermeasures must also be carried out. Even if the boss doesn't mention it, I faintly find it difficult to start work. There is no progress on Lao Huang's side. He is trying to turn the tide. It is unrealistic to rely solely on contemplation. He has to wait for the right time.

Now we are on the left and right. Whether Xiaoding and Xiaochen can be used is the key.

I have a vague plan for the things I want to hand over to Xiaoding, and it depends on him how to implement it. Now that Ruben Ding has confirmed that he is available and his abilities are good, I can give it a try. The difficulty lies with Raymond. The "Tai Chi" team is currently at the forefront, and the workload is too great. If Xiao Chen can help, it will undoubtedly be a shower of rain for Raymond.

I ironed a daytime clothes on Saturday. I'm going back to the company for work next week. The office is very cold and the sleeves of my jacket are crumpled. I am eager to try: I can finally return to the main battlefield and deal with people face-to-face. I feel like a fish in water. For some people, I am afraid that it will not be so easy for some people in the past two months.

The subway during the morning rush hour on Monday was as lively as a can of sardines. People were stuffed in the masks, as if they kept the suffocation from the moment they left the water until death-I suddenly felt that I didn't feel like I was in it.

I was so excited.

The office looks more vacant than usual. It should have been the boss who belonged to Group A and I were facing away from each other. There is no way, grouping into groups, but when there are important meetings, no matter who has to go beyond the rules. As soon as I sat down, Huang winked at me, and then he straightened his hair and looked much more refreshed.

"Good shape." I greeted him with a cup of water. His arms fully support the sleeves of the T-shirt, which looks very powerful.

"Thank you. Touch it?" He bent his arms, his chicken **** exposed and shook in front of me.

I rolled my eyes: "I will complain to you this afternoon."

"No one praises me." His tone was a little lost, "I just showed it to the boss, and he was also very perfunctory."

"You exercise for yourself, praise is not a by-product." I still decided to comfort Lao Huang, "What is your current arm circumference? Is it more than thirty-five?"

"Thirty-five?" He was yin and yang weird, "Forty when congested!"

I have no idea about the arm circumference of a man. I only know that this is also a more important indicator. After listening to him emphasize this, I still don’t understand why he cares so much about the five-centimeter gap.

Perhaps it is a male talent to care about the slight difference in such subtle places.

Just like women care about waist circumference.

By the way, I haven't gained a pound of meat in these two months, and I have maintained a good body shape.

"You are good." I comforted him falsely.

"This is your new hobby?" His head moved. Although we are wearing masks, we are really too familiar with each other. I know he must have pounced on the water glass in my hand.

"Yes. I want to drink more water, which is good for the skin." I said. At this time, children came again one after another. I stepped back a little and said, "The people who praise you are coming together. Go and show your forty arm circumference."

Lao Huang rolled his eyes skillfully.

After all, I haven't seen a real person for two months, and everyone feels a little fresh. Two colleagues also came to my desk specifically and exchanged greetings about their physical condition. I have recovered from the flu a long time ago, and I am in a very good spirit. I also showed them the earrings I bought online recently.

But the closer it gets to noon, the worse my spirit becomes.

Miss Pande invited me to dinner.

And this is not a meal at all. Eating, what an activity full of humanistic meaning, since ancient times, the Mianchi Meeting has been eating, right? Hongmen Banquet, is it for dinner? Even if Zhao Kuangyin wants a glass of wine to release Bingquan, he has to eat first. First of all, there must be a table, there must be a meal, there must be people to eat together, and it is best to have something to discuss at the table.

These three examples seem to have bad signs?

It does not matter. The important thing is to eat, it is very sacred.

At least two people can not wear a suit of several thousand new dollars, sit by the flowerbed, and one person holds a six-inch long sandwich, and then there is a mask on the sleeve.

—It can’t be called a meal like this. Called Hongmen Yan.

Did you talk about it before the Hongmen Banquet?

"No one would believe that you are a partner of BCG." My legs stretched out very straight, and the pants I was wearing today were fearless. "It's so efficient. We actually stayed by the flowerbed and had a working lunch." "

"Oh... Yao," she smiled apologetically, "I don't know that the store hasn't opened yet. Let me make compensation, okay? Are you free at noon on Wednesday?"

"Raffles Yards didn't open at noon on Wednesday. The sign said'rest until July 1st.'" I finished the last bit. Subway sauces are very high in calories. Generally, I choose a twelve-inch whole wheat without any sauce instead of a six-inch one. But eating too much at noon will make the brain sleepy, which is not conducive to the next work; another extremely minor reason is that I am embarrassed to eat a twelve-inch sandwich in front of her.

"What are we going to talk about today?" I asked.

She shook her head gently: "We can talk about it the day after tomorrow. I will invite you to lunch. Today, as you said, this cannot be considered a working lunch."

"So what I just ate was work?"

Miss Pan De was amused by me, and she covered her mouth and laughed, accidentally rubbing some sauce on the back of her hand.

I subconsciously raised my hand and pressed it down again, took out a piece of tissue and handed it to her: "My hand is stained a little."

"Thank you!" She wiped off the sauce, wiped her mouth with the remaining one, and said, "Anything else?"

"One more point." I pointed to the corner of my mouth.

She took a new piece of tissue and handed it to me.

I was stunned, I didn't eat the sandwich with sauce? But then I came back to my senses: Miss Pende had already got close to my eyes.

I turned my back immediately. I found that I didn't have a mirror at all when I came back, and I usually go to the bathroom to touch up makeup. My hand clenched into a fist unconsciously. Was it too flustered just now?

I haven't seen her for so long, and I have forgotten how powerful she is for me.

I originally thought that I had exercised restraint very well for more than a month, but today I saw that I lost all the games.

I got up again, and it became more intense than before.

Too hopeless.

I turned on the front camera and handed her the phone. Miss Pan De looked at me, and she was a little provocative. She took the phone over, and finally took back the paper that had just been handed to me. I was stunned, not knowing what to say, and finally chose to remain silent and put my phone away.

There are two intersections to go back to the company from here. Pedestrians at one of the intersections had a very short time. We just ran into a long red light when we walked past, so we chatted with each other. I complimented her high heels, and she touted my suit tailor. After all, it doesn't matter what the scene is anyway, I warned myself not to think about it anymore, but I couldn't help but speculate: What did she originally want to say when she asked me out for dinner today?

Suddenly, I felt warmth in my right hand.

Raising her head, Miss Pande stood shoulder to shoulder with me, and everyone around me moved forward: the green light.

I don’t know how I crossed the road, but I remember the crowds were being carried, accompanied by a lot of footsteps, there was a car parked farther forward, the lights were turned on unscrupulously, and there was the roar of cars on the road in my ears, and she Always by my side.

She took my hand.

I rely on.