Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

This meal is extremely hard for me. I regret that I brought Lao Huang to come with me. I didn't talk about any business matters during a dinner. The dinner table was full of exaggerated topics and high barriers to entry. I am here to give Kevin a smile. I am also embarrassed, and Lao Huang is also embarrassed. Wearing sneakers, khakis and T-shirts, he is always at odds with the half-man and half-ghost wrapped in expensive suits.

However, because of the extra enthusiasm and care that Kevin showed to him tonight, it is more like an Internet rich condescending to have a dinner with senior workers than to say that he is out of place.

As for me, it's like sitting on pins and needles.

Kevin is obviously very satisfied with my performance as a human being with my tail tucked in. In the second half, he was no longer satisfied with my unmarked compliments, and he almost made fun of me as a junior clerk who entered the workplace.

I heard him talk about industry trends and future prospects. His words are big and empty. They are based on the standards of high-level construction. In fact, they are nothing more than abstracting specific problems, macroscopical terms, and then disassociating concepts that are out of essence. Random combination-a trick that people who have been in the consulting industry can't be more familiar with.

BCG has always had a personal relationship with him, and now he is "working together": Oh, it is not necessarily true to work together. Since he is heavily relied on by Miss Pan De, there may be some consensus with these project team members. They were naturally enjoying it; what surprised me was that Huang also calmed down tonight and didn't demolish his platform.

I will be the grandson of Kevin. More pro-grandchildren than pro-grandchildren.

The topic naturally shifted from suits and VIP lounges at airports to luxury stationery. Of course, they didn't have a consumerist men's full set of whiskey, mechanical watches and handmade leather shoes today. I'm even surprised. What about Montblanc's Patron of Art?

But I didn't expect that Kevin would call my name at this time.

This is the first time he took the initiative to speak to me tonight: "Yao, you know pens well, don't you?"

"Oh! That's right, I remember you used a pen very similar to Sonia, right?" Xu Xin interjected, adding fuel to the fire, knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.

My heart feels like water. Miss Pande and I had talked about it, and he couldn't beat me with this.

"I just know a little bit." I looked at Xu Xin, and then at Kevin. "But it is only limited to a few brands. I have not touched European pens. Kevin, I remember your signature pen very much. Pretty, it's Montblanc, isn't it?"

"Yes—" He stroked his shirt gesturely, "Oh, I put it in the inner pocket of the suit."

"Your one is also a patron series?" Xu Xin's body tilted slightly towards Kevin, as if he was very interested. "I remember it was a black and golden cap, Elizabeth I?"

Kevin shook his head: "It's Steinway."

"Oh!" Yimin was extremely enthusiastic, "How about bringing it to open our eyes? I'll wait for the waiter to come over..."

"——Yao." Kevin turned to look at me and said casually, "Can you please go and help me take down my suit?"

There was a sudden silence all around.

My eyelids drooped, and my mouth was still smiling.

Kevin can really do it.

He can say it, what can't I do? Old Huang's mouth opened, probably because he wanted to help me round the game. I stood up immediately: "Okay."

After that, without entrusting others, he personally went to the reception desk to pick up Kevin's jacket.

When he came back, his eyes were full of surprises when he saw me. I was impatient and couldn't find it. I walked to him, passed the clothes over, and deliberately silently made people's attention come together, and then whispered to him, "Thank you."

"Thank you very much." Kevin slowly nodded, his eyes always following me, as if he wanted to see through my mask. But what mask can I have?

I can't bear this kind of grievance, I can't climb this position.

Xu Xin and the others might still be wondering, and they didn't rashly speak at this moment. I returned to my seat, holding a cheek with interest, and said, "Show them your Steinway 888."

Lin Yimin paused: "Do you know the model?"

"Yeah." I nodded as I should, then pretended to be in a daze, and smiled slightly, "Also, Kevin is now our boss, and it is okay to pay more attention to his movements."

Kevin handed his expensive and unsuitable pen to the people to appreciate. After listening to my words, he pretended to say: "Being your boss makes me feel more pressure."

"Is that so?" I still kept smiling, "Then I will work harder, and I can't live up to your expectations."

When leaving, as Kevin secretly hoped, I reserved a return car for everyone present.

Before the separation, Huang wanted to tell me something, I shook my head, looked at him, and put on a mask again. He was not very interested, so he sighed, patted me on the shoulder as a trivial encouragement, and got into the car.

On the bright side, at least this expensive dinner is paid for by BCG, and the taxi fare can also be reimbursed. Why not?

People can't just look at the dark side: only if you are willing to bet you can make a comeback.

——The truth is such a truth, right? Sitting in the car, I sighed softly.

I met Miss Pan De at the coffee shop as scheduled this week. The company has lost half of the country, and she has almost no use for me. In terms of specific business, Ms. Pan De has a high position and does not get involved. When I talked to her, it was just a talk about each other. Everyone knew that business was just an excuse. She didn't tell me anything at all. It was more like asking me about my movements for a week than a meeting.

But I cannot say what the department's movements are. The news of Green Superman’s digging for the boss is very deep. There seems to be no wind at all in the industry, and I cannot take the initiative to reveal the bottom. The less I said it, the more interested she became, like an obnoxious pesky who got cheap and sold well.

The more likable kind of nuisance.

"Kevin is basically this year's champion." I said, "I don't understand why you spend your precious time on me."

Miss Pan De squinted her eyes: "There are many mistakes in your words."

I tried my best to maintain my professionalism, but I still smiled and secretly leaked: "Do you want to give an example?"

She glanced at me thoughtfully and said: "First, it's only halfway through this year. You never know what will happen next. Second, I tend to spend my precious time in places that are worth spending. , And I have no habit of wasting."

"It's really interesting." I shook my fingers, looked at her for a while, and said, "A person can be annoying at the same time, but it's full of attraction."

She leaned forward a little bit, propped her chin and said, "Who is this person?"

"I have no idea either."

Miss Pan De laughed at me: "Anything else tonight?"

"I don't think so. Is there anything else you would like to add?"

After hearing this, she seemed to relax a little. I also felt a lot easier on my shoulders, when I heard her say: "It looks like our meeting is over."

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows slightly: "I'm thinking..."

"Um?"

"Will today be the last time we meet this week?" Her expression gradually became vivid, "My schedule tells me that I seem to be free this Saturday."

My mood improved for no reason. I grinned and looked at her for a while before lowering my head and saying, "I have arrangements."

"Oh." She answered in a small voice.

I immediately said: "Do you have time for the weekend next week?"

"Um... I still don't know." She looked at me.

I sighed lightly, smiled and said, "Two busy people."

Miss Pan De did not answer. After a while, she suddenly said, "No."

"what?"

"We should add a rule."

I unconsciously laughed again: "I thought you hated the rules."

She raised her eyebrows in a gesture, half annoyed and half jokingly said: "Do you agree or not?"

I was dumb: "Sonia, I don't know what the content is yet."

She took a breath: "Do you like me?"

I spoke with difficulty: "Of course."

"Of course what? Of course not?"

"Uh, of course I like you." I bit my lip, looked at her, and tried to explain, "I just..."

"I know. You are not good at answering'no' questions directly." She put her finger behind her cheek and moved her eardrop. "If you like me, you should create more opportunities to meet me."

"I agree. I also want to see you often." I said.

She looked at me with a smile and a smile, and seemed to be a little sincere in my words. In the end, Miss Pan De said: "That's OK. We have to see each other at least once a week. Meetings at work are not counted."

I froze for a moment. Who made it to her?

"Where is your answer?" she said immediately.

I made some calculations very quickly. It is too reluctant to take time out every week for appointments. I used to have a lot of paperwork on weekends. Meetings with big bosses are sometimes scheduled at this time. These parts are beyond my means. She has a fixed schedule on Sunday. How can we guarantee weekly appointments?

Don't talk about me, Miss Pan De's position as a partner will only get busier on weekends. Now, because of the epidemic, she can't leave Singapore, and she is so busy. How can she be seen frequently in the future?

I swallowed. It's over, the answer is slow.

Miss Pan De frowned slightly.

Won't you be angry anymore?

"Okay." I said immediately, "I promise to see you every week, no matter where you are, no matter how busy I am that week."

Her melancholy seemed to be eased all at once. Miss Pan De stretched her eyebrows and nodded gently: "Very well. When will we meet this week?"

I looked at her pitifully: "Can you count today? I really can't find any space this Saturday."

She squinted slightly: "Don't tell me you already have a date."

"No, no," I shook my head and laughed, "It's just that we agreed not to talk about things. Since we want to make rules, we have to abide by them all, right?"

Miss Pande was noncommittal, but in the end, she indulged me once.

I really have plans this Saturday. I agreed with Liang Heng earlier and asked him to invite people from the "Nanyang Fishing Technology Exchange" to have a meal. The dinner was set on this day.

An Ning accepted the invitation as I expected. Now the time is critical. Since she is going, I must be there.