Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 7:

Lao Huang was anxious to go to dinner, and he wanted to dismiss me in a cigarette. He spoke quickly: “Is the big boss a workaholic?”

“I wouldn’t say he is a workaholic,” although I think so in my heart, “but he does have a passion for his career.”

“Yes, yes, whatever you say, you can just name it.” He rolled his eyes, “Did the big boss invite the boss to dinner?”

“I don’t know.” I thought for a while and frowned. “It doesn’t have to be a meal alone, Jocelyn didn’t reveal that much.”

“That’s not important. Has the big boss asked me to eat?”

I looked at him: “Have you eaten?”

Lao Huang didn’t answer the conversation, maybe he was too lazy to talk to me.

That’s right. At least as far as I know, the boss does not have the habit of often asking employees to accompany meals. Occasionally eating together while reporting to work is the busiest period at the end of the year. If he beats me and tells me to go to the office, it will be the same, and letting the boss do the work is the same. Why bother to have a meal?

The cigarette has been exhausted. Old Huang patted me: “If I were you, I wouldn’t worry too much.”

I didn’t sleep well that night.

Jocelyn sent me the restaurant address at the lunch break. The place was a bit far away. Fortunately, I didn’t meet at noon, so I greeted the boss and ran away. After getting off the bus, I found a place to touch up my makeup before I went in. I have never been to this shop. The leader took me around the shop, like a giraffe being led for a walk in the zoo—but I barely met with any table of customers along the way, and the layout here is really hidden. After a while, the leader motioned me to go inside and stopped leading the way.

Opposite the big boss sat Miss Pan De.

“Yao!” The big boss raised his eyebrows as a greeting to me, “I am hungry and ready to let them serve cold dishes.”

“I’m sorry, it’s a long way.” He didn’t mean to blame at all in his smile, but I was still a little worried, put down my bag, and shook hands with Miss Pande quickly, “Sonia, I’m glad to see you again.”

“To each other.” She sat down with me again, “Li Song and I have just arrived.”

“Oh, that’s it! I hope my lateness doesn’t spoil your appetite.” I looked at Miss Pande. In the last two meetings, she took the initiative to get up and shook hands with me. She just explained to me again, which made me grateful. She just smiled and shook her head.

The waiter showed up at the right time and asked in a low voice at the table. The answer was the big boss, and I had a good idea, most of the big boss asked me to accompany me. But it is obviously more appropriate for Jocelyn to do this. If I were to replace her, when she informed me yesterday, Jocelyn would give me some hints.

Jocelyn said nothing. I recalled the details of yesterday, and I don’t think I missed anything.

“The weather is really good today.” The big boss is not very talkative. If he speaks, it is mostly work. I have to hold up the scene. “It was cloudy and the news forecast did not say that it would rain. I saw fish tails when I came over. There are many tourists on the Lion’s side.”

“It’s very suitable for a day of walking.” Sonia commented, “How is the new team doing?”

“Xu Xin is a very professional consultant.” I said.

“She rarely exaggerates.” The big boss suddenly joined in. “One day people from Temasek came to visit. I was wearing the company’s event T-shirt and Shanxi outside-frankly, yes, not so good-looking.”

That was not Shan Xi at all, I thought, it was his upper body that was taken out of the black suit—I want to emphasize again, black, striped suit, suit—no serious person would wear it like that.

“I think you have noticed that our company does not have a ‘clothing code’, and Yao is considered one of the few people who can conduct business receptions at any time.” He continued, and his words paused here.

“Thank you!” I said. Although he may be talking about my dressing style, he may also be complimenting my business ability-I am very happy no matter what.

The big boss smiled and looked very relaxed. He looked at Miss Pan De: “After the day was over, I asked Yao, ‘how do you think I’m wearing this?’ Her face looked pale, and then said, ‘Stay stable without losing the geek style.’”

Miss Pan De smiled happily.

I’m so courageous, I think, but it’s not the big boss who pays BCG after all. People can laugh whatever they want. I can’t tolerate a little soldier. As for me, I can only try to maintain an expression between laughing and not laughing. It is best to have a little embarrassment and regret: this is not difficult for me at the moment, because I am still so nervous that I can’t figure out where I am. What role do you play in this dinner?

“How am I dressed today?” I heard the big boss ask.

“Very decent.” He wore a light-colored polo shirt, which was too rare.

“Like I said,” he spread his hand out, “Yao rarely praises people.”

Miss Pan De’s eyes flowed to me naturally, she was not eager to speak, and she stayed for a while before she said, “What about me?”

I just moved my eyes appropriately on her upper body, so as not to appear frivolous or perfunctory. She is wearing a light brown suit today, not only the color is outstanding, but the fabric is also quite elegant. I can see that this material might have a lot to do with it, but it’s a pity that I’m not so immersed in this aspect, so I can’t say anything about it. Her heels are lower than before, and I noticed it when saying hello, probably because of the occasion: she is almost innocent today.

“I would say it matches your identity. The fabric is very interesting, by the way,” I said as I thought about it, “I’m curious, why this looks like linen or double silk weaving, but it gives me another kind of Does the line feel so clean?”

The lines are clean, or they look sturdy, which means that she can’t wear high-weight and densely woven materials in Singapore.

“You noticed.” She laughed, “Well…this is a wool fabric with a sparse mesh structure—”

“Wool.” I nodded affirmatively, encouraging her to continue.

“It is also blended with cotton and silk to make the body feel more comfortable.” She talked a little bit slowly when talking about the textile process. Obviously who told her this content, “This is why its gloss is not like that of ordinary worsted wool. Obviously. It was produced in a textile factory in western India and was a gift from my brother.”

It was only when I was in college that I learned that the level of Indian suits is very high in all aspects. On average, it even surpasses Japan, making it one of the strongest in Asia. This material is definitely not easy to make. I don’t know much about tailors who can achieve the effect of her upper body. Maybe she did it elsewhere-I haven’t figured out what kind of dinner this is, and I don’t want to get too far on the topic all at once, and just say, “Who doesn’t want to receive such a gift?”

“Such a good gift should also be given to a friend.” The big boss said, “Is it for a well-dressed lady like you, or should I add some knowledge of clothing? I was almost listening to Greek just now. ”

“Actually,” Miss Pande said, “I have always longed for an environment that encourages all my energy into the career I love. If we can succeed in a T-shirt, why should we learn Greek?”

“You are welcome to work in the Internet industry. Our company even sends out several T-shirts every year.” The big boss said in a self-defeating spirit.

The lunch at noon was uncharacteristic, and the big boss never said anything about the company. Not only that, he also tried his best to avoid related topics such as the industry prospects. Most of the time, it was left for me to play. He occasionally interrupted or added, and it just made the content we talked more life-like. I felt very strange in my heart. I figured out that it was a private meal, but I was more anxious than when I walked in.

Miss Pan De also went to the company in the afternoon. The big boss invited her to follow our car, but she declined. My bag is set aside, and the tablet is taken out and pressed on my leg, so that I can start working immediately if necessary.

“How was the lunch at noon?” I suddenly heard a sentence in Mandarin with a northern accent.

It is the big boss who is talking. The big boss is one of the first few high schools who came to Singapore with a full scholarship and took root here. When only we are two, he often speaks Mandarin, although because of the living environment, sometimes there is a mixture of Chinese and English. Every time I report to work, I will actively change to English in time to avoid misunderstandings on individual words. .

I wondered what he was asking, and said: “Sonia is very easy-going, but it’s also pretty good.”

“I mean how the food is.” There was a smile on his face. “I was thinking about coming over for dinner with my family. Next month is an anniversary.”

“Oh.” I was a little embarrassed, and quickly said, “The portion is small, and although it is a molecular cuisine, the taste is generally more traditional. The timing of the serving is good, I think it is suitable for a date. Congratulations.”

He nodded and said, “What if you have to do multiple-choice questions? Is it ‘good’ or ‘bad’?”

“pretty good.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t speak for a long time, just closed his eyes and rested. I was busy turning off the vibration of the phone. After a while, he said: “Jocelyn said, this matter is best for you.”

What’s the matter? What? Is this meal? My mind flashed, Miss Pan De? I didn’t know if I was procrastinating for too long. I was hesitating to say something before trying to get some leeway to think about it. At this moment, I heard the big boss laugh. I looked over, and he said: “Jocelyn said that you will understand when you say it, but I don’t believe it-do you have any code words?”

What? What code word, why don’t I know? What the **** is it for me to do?

I neither dared to say “yes” nor “no”. I figured out how the big boss would understand the hardships of my favor. After thinking about it, I just said, “I don’t know if I live up to her expectations?”

The big boss laughed, and after two or three seconds, he said, “Are you confident?”

“Yes.” My mouth reacted much faster than my brain.

There is a fart. What the **** is it? What did Jocelyn say?

“Okay.” He rubbed his eyebrows and sat up a little bit. “Tell me about the situation in Vietnam.”