Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 30:

At noon on Monday, my plan was passed.

The boss first replied to me an e-mail alone, praised it, and then replied, copying to all doors, requesting that it be implemented today. I happened to be dealing with my mailbox, and it was strange to see two emails popping up one after another. As soon as I finished reading the text, I found that the boss had sent me a message.

I called immediately.

“In the morning, you asked about the man in the BCG suit. It’s good.” He praised me first, “I want to find time to talk with you about Vietnam. When will you be free this week?”

In fact, I can talk about this now, but it would be nice to have a meeting with the people below to update the information. The boss may just mention it casually. I thought about it and said: “The draft of the presentation at the annual meeting should be completed by the end of the week. Shall we talk together at that time?”

“Of course.” His focus is really not this. “I don’t know if you have checked your mailbox. Your newly formulated reporting process is just right, the timing and ideas are all right, excellent proposals. I have asked for an excellent proposal in the entire department. put into action.”

I thanked it, a little bit clouded. Did he send a message specifically asking me to call to accept his compliment? The boss rarely does such a thing. I was afraid that he was typing some code word and he missed it, and said: “But this way, the pressure on the leaders of each group will be greater, and the workload of document collection will increase. Will the few leaders led by Xiuwen have Worried?”

“Now is a critical period, everyone should be prepared. After all, now you have to work with other people… I will talk to those managers again, don’t worry.” The boss said, “This new process is very important. I will make sure everyone All understand the meaning of doing this and fully cooperate with your work.”

I was flattered and said, “Thank you.”

The boss’s e-mail is not hesitant to compliment, because the original sender was me, and he copied it, which actually made me out of the limelight. Could it be done for Lao Huang? Our team is really close, even though I guessed so uncontrollably, in the next second, I still pressed down the flame of suspicion.

It should be the boss once again surprised at my “workaholic” level. After all, HR’s email was sent yesterday. Some people went to work in the company stupidly today, and some people have come up with a new reporting process.

But I am not a workaholic.

really not.

“The big boss called me last night.” He said, “Lisong has high hopes for you.”

My eyelids twitched, and I said, “I want to thank Jocelyn for this. I don’t know what I did to make her look different.”

The big boss really didn’t talk to the boss before. I quickly clarified that this is not a job I took the initiative to take.

The boss’s tone was very relaxed, as if he was chatting: “You can be more confident at your level. Jocelyn is wise, and I’m not surprised that you can win her respect.”

“Thank you Rudra, I will try my best to do the tasks assigned by the big boss after finishing my work.” But I didn’t dare to relax at all. These two are my bosses. Although the boss is much closer to me, there is still a difference between the top and bottom. In most cases, I will be careful when speaking, unlike Lao Huang.

“Speaking of which,” the boss said, “Your work is often very sensitive, sometimes even highly confidential. I am always convinced of your professionalism, I think, you must also pay attention to this point? ”

This is obviously something in the words. I said, “Of course. I pay a lot of attention to reputation.”

“Of course, I never doubted that. Just as the head of the department,” he said in a relaxed tone, “I feel obliged to remind you and help you when you are confused.”

I was stunned and asked, “Do you suggest that we should check between processes more?”

He wants to know how things are going?

But the boss quickly dispelled my worries: “No, in terms of the process, you are reporting to the big boss. I just want you to know that if there is a need, I am willing to provide you with a reference.”

“Then I want to thank you in advance.” I smiled and said, “Having a head like you is always reassuring.”

This should be the first time the boss hit me. The words were both polite and harsh, a little simpler, and should have been lifted by such intense praise and concern.

I don’t know if it was the boss himself or the boss instructed it?

I originally thought that the big boss was not that kind of person. It’s not that he’s really “intoxicated in business”. Almost all of our company’s executives have a consulting company background, and big bosses are no exception; but beating Kevin is one thing, so it’s not like that. His style.

But for no reason, how could the boss tell me this? Is he really worried about me going to conduct any breach of contract information transaction with BCG? Or is it that I have too many worries, he just hopes to provide me with backing, fearing that I will encounter difficulties, but because of all kinds of worries, he is unwilling to ask him?

The boss is restrained, not simple. I can still distinguish this difference.

If he asks me a second time, maybe it means “carding”: a message from me must go to him before it is sent out.

I’m really embarrassed in this way. But I will do the same if I am in his position, at least the motivation is explained.

Everyone is adapting to the new office model this week. For cross-regional Internet companies, it is normal to work across network cables and even jet lag. This kind of “adaptation” is actually more aimed at working hours.

Just like my unintentional joke with Miss Pande on the day of golf, once I work from home, overtime pay is completely lost. The boss can’t wait to allocate all three weeks of work to one week. As for why this happened—

When I received a reply email from the big boss at 1:30 in the morning, I felt relieved again.

To balance it out, at least when the children are off work, the supervisor is still busy; the supervisor has finished the meeting, and the manager is still holding a symposium with Brazil; the tea party here is also closed, and I and Huang are still rehearsing; the boss wants He has been busy until the time when his daughter will be complained by neighbors when she practices piano again, and the big boss will simply work until the next day.

I changed from last year to me, I’m afraid I would never dream of working overtime to such an extent during the most leisure time of the year.

Therefore, science and technology are the primary productive forces. The pioneers in the “History of Surplus Value Theory” must be ecstatic when they see the situation today, and they may live and die again.

I can’t sleep, hold the phone, and don’t want to open it. The screen lights up from time to time, and the boss has ordered something in the group. Even if other people are still awake, of course they will pretend not to be awake, or else they have to get up at one and a half to report their work?

I didn’t care about those, and the documents were all finished. I must play dead this weekend.

I really can’t sleep.

Miss Pan De’s latest news is still lying in the chat software, I didn’t click on it, so she can’t see the read receipt, and she won’t know that I’m still awake. The message was sent by her at eleven o’clock, which is really strange. She is such a person who pays attention to measure. It stands to reason that she would not send me messages back during get off work hours.

I couldn’t help but think of the chat that night.

Is this working time for her?

I swore that I will never send instant messages to partners at midnight on Friday. Although this is not a poisonous oath…

No, to swear is to swear. One cannot break his vows, at least not.

I turned over and sat up.

What to do, I still can’t sleep.

I started looking for reasons. Overtime is too serious this week. I must take a good rest on the weekend, otherwise I won’t be able to work next week. It’s okay for me to stay for two days in a row—and I should get my mind out of work. See what I have been thinking all day? Does the old meeting ask me to eat and take cards? Will there be any divorce between me and Lao Huang? I have to think of something else. Every day I play “Relieve the previous suspicion” with Kevin’s department and sing “Rebuild the Alliance”, and compete with BCG’s talents in Tai Chi Kung Fu. My mind is no longer normal.

I was so abnormal that I thought it would be a private message.

But in case—

No, it’s impossible. She must have wanted to talk to me about the previous incident. I thought about her sticking to my ear and asking if I would help her—I turned on the light shhh, and rushed to the living room to get the package.

I just owe it, I thought while unpacking the package, I was too busy. At the end of the year, there was no gap in business trips, and all exercises were interrupted. It only took a few months? I have all the energy to spend this kind of thinking about it-so it is not busy enough-I looked at the two packaging boxes lying in the cardboard box, what kind of urgent need can be solved by this kind of electric silicone?

At this moment, I deeply realized that the big boss is my noble person.

Yes, you have to work overtime.

I turned on the phone.

At the moment I clicked on the workgroup, suddenly a whimsical idea flooded my mind: What if I lose the internet?

Now that the message has been sent to my mobile phone, whether it is the last online time or the read receipt, can it be realized only by reading the data from my side and sending it back to the server? I turn on the flight mode now, turn it off after seeing it, and return to her tomorrow morning, no one will know. Even if it’s useless, it’s almost two o’clock now. As long as she gets up early tomorrow, what else can she know?

I’m just more active with curiosity.

I am curious about the news, not curious about her.

As the saying goes, the one who knows the few and the one wins, I will read the news tonight, and I will return to her tomorrow morning. I can think about strategies in my dream. I’m not stupid, then she will definitely lose the game.

right?

In the preview, the latest message from Miss Pan De was: “You are willing to have with me…”

I once again confirmed that I had disconnected from the Internet, and clicked on it.

There are three pieces of her news.

“It’s been a long week. I just finished work.”

“You are right about our small talk earlier. If we work from home, it is necessary to grow 30 livers. In addition, I think we should thank the liver. It has no pain cells.”

“Would you like to have dinner with me? Tomorrow night.”

It was too late at night, and I couldn’t distinguish what the joke about the liver meant. Is she just greeting?

Or does she really remember every word we said?

Just wait for nothing, and know the way to victory. right?

It’s a fart.