Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

The meeting with COO Li Ruijie was exceptionally smooth.

Our backgrounds are very similar. We both left China for undergraduate studies and went abroad. At the postgraduate level, we chose a more pragmatic direction for further study. We switched from consulting to the Internet. We have similar ideas and similar orientations. It is inevitable that we can talk very happily.

In fact, he was very kind to me and he was extremely attentive when he listened to me. Coupled with the impression accumulated during his previous contacts in the company, he was not at all like the kind of person who would look at both sides from BCG and Kevin. I pressured and forced me to **** the people who submitted the certificate according to the seal.

Of course, if you are a boss, you have to prepare a few faces. I can understand.

Kevin asked me to stay after the meal.

Of course I don’t want to stay. It’s Saturday noon. If I hurry up, I can still rush to the gathering villa on Sentosa to play in the water.

But it doesn't depend on me. In the previous dinner, the COO only talked about the direction. I didn’t touch the spectrum at all. It was not only my brain cells that was wasted, but also the storage space of my recorder that contributed to the great work. .

I sent a message to Miss Pan De, the phone switched to airplane mode and started recording.

Today, we are going to do both. No one can stop me from setting up a sleeve for Kevin.

It is raining heavily in the city center. Kevin took me to a private club. We walked outside for a short while, and both of them got wet. I don't like this kind of indecentness. Kevin naturally made it worse. After sitting down, he took out a piece of flannel cloth for wiping glasses to dry the upper, and then discarded the cloth.

I moved my eyebrows slightly and didn't speak. Although it's a waste, it's someone else's business after all. Besides, Kevin might want to send out any signal through such waste, so I won't be allowed to be beaked at will.

The suit I wear today is made of wool fabric for travel. It is wrinkle-resistant, waterproof, and quick-drying. The shoes are not too expensive, but it doesn't matter.

Kevin made a move with **** and a waiter came over immediately. He opened the cigar booklet: "Do you want one?"

"I don't smoke. Thank you."

He didn't say much when he heard the words, and then lowered his eyes. After turning the booklet two pages a little, he turned back to the front page, and tapped somewhere: "What year?"

"The Century Six now in stock was first produced in 2016, sir."

Kevin nodded: "I want one of this, and I will cut it myself. Can I trouble you?"

"My pleasure, sir." The waiter stepped back.

It's really a burning bag. I thought to myself, Singapore's tobacco is already expensive, and the price in such a club has doubled. He also has the popular model of Cohiba, and has to add a multiplier. I have been to several popular local clubs that offer cigar lounges. This one is very deep, but it is said that most of the cigars are licensed and it is worth the money.

When people walked away, Kevin said, "Don't mind?"

I didn't smile, "Of course not."

"People are stupid and have a lot of money" came quickly.

Kevin picked it up for a little inspection, nodded to the waiter in thanks, and cut out a delicate cigar from the side pocket of his carry-on bag. After cutting the eggplant, he handed the cigar back to the waiter to set it alight, and said, "Give me a glass of Yamazaki's eighteen years and add an ice hockey puck."

I am calm.

"I'll be there soon. Ma'am?"

"A glass of water would be fine without ice." I smiled at him and nodded, "Thank you."

Kevin took off his suit jacket, took the cigar from the waiter, and handed over the jacket again. His actions were skillful and a little chic. Of course, I come from a worker's family and I have never been used to this decadent capitalist lifestyle. It is also possible that I simply did not deal with Kevin. After all, the one who is close to me is the real capitalist.

Although she herself may hardly agree with this identity.

"Why do they offer wine?" I deliberately leaned over and asked in a low voice.

It is still in the second stage of deregulation, and the prohibition on alcohol is still being implemented. Obviously, this store's approach is illegal.

Kevin breathed out a mouthful of cigarettes to the side, his brows loosened, and turned around and leaned forward slightly, saying: "This is a membership club, and there is no buying and selling behavior."

"so?"

"So there is a blank space here." Kevin said while loosening his tie.

"This is not blank."

"It depends on how you understand it." He laughed, sat back, and took a deep breath.

The air smelled like a dull dry tobacco and mixed with Kevin's cologne. I suddenly realized that this was his nature: Kevin was not talking about me, on the contrary, he was accepting me.

I don't think I can deal with him.

"How do you feel about lunch with Ruijie today?" Kevin looked over, "I think this is the first time you met in private?"

I nodded: "Yes. He is more talkative than I thought."

"That's not what I'm asking." He said, "I mean-think of him as the CEO of the new company. You will think of the way he talks, his views on future development, and so on. Is it satisfying you?"

This question is really strange. But the most important thing in private conversations is to compare hearts, nine truths and one hypocrisy. I honestly said: "Our COO is very gentle and willing to listen to other people’s opinions, not the kind of person who just believes in his own judgment. I would say that this is a steady rise. A great CEO candidate for a company of the future."

Kevin held his cigar and looked at me through the smoke. I can feel him smiling, which is weird, because Kevin doesn't have much expression at this time. He smoked the cigar slowly, not eager to exhale, but aftertaste something in his mouth; then he puffed the smoke straight out.

Really sophisticated, I slandered myself secretly. In his mind, are we familiar enough to share such "gentleman relaxing time"?

I am not a gentleman anyway.

As for him...

I don't think so.

Kevin said: "I don't think the new company will develop so smoothly, at least not as you said, it is in a stable rising period just after its establishment."

I raised my eyebrows: "I'm listening."

"You have a misunderstanding. You think the new company is just a matter of changing heads and manipulating brains, right?" He looked at me.

I refrained from responding, but motioned him to continue with my eyes.

Isn't this taken for granted? Does the group really want to use the original team of crab shells to start a business again?

"Leader of this reform, Sonia, Sonia Pande, I don't know how much you know about her." Kevin leaned on the sofa, habitually akimbo with one hand, and sucked lightly. Mouth the cigar in case it goes out, "Maybe you have logged on to the BCG Singapore website to see her introduction to her field of expertise, maybe you have also watched the few minutes of interview video on the page and know that she is a very...very'BCG' person, Of course, I think that in the last six months, you have also felt it.

"I don't know her background. I tried to inquire when I was still at BCG, but it failed." Kevin spread his hands and said in a low voice, "But she has done the case of the company next door. This is confidential, you I also know that Internet companies publicize that. No company will admit that it needs the help of consulting companies. It is too old and does not conform to the spirit of the Internet."

I frowned slightly: "Through the case of the company next door, what are you trying to say?"

Kevin gave me a look: "As you know, the next door started much earlier than the crab shell, and that set aimed at the market-learning from the best people-copying the model-expanding the scale- The rules for cashing out the market are scornful, but they are really easy to use. Have you ever wondered why an all-European company will change overnight, and after the change of dynasty, the next door is completely behind us?"

"I thought they..." I paused, "I thought that some, uh, technical problems occurred during the transfer of power. This can also be seen in the market. The new owner next door is too arrogant and not at all. Respecting the rules of Southeast Asia, they even have to reproduce the entire office system from China and force it to employees and third parties in Southeast Asia. A few major mistakes are enough for us to complete the overtake. I have been in the crab shell during this period, so I know What targeted adjustments have we made."

Kevin looked at me deeply, nodded slowly, and said, "Guess why this is?"

They secretly hired a helper, but the helper cooperated with the outside world to give them a game?

How dare I say this, my own recording is not easy to handle, and Kevin may not be completely unprepared over there. I just looked at him, slightly surprised and thoughtful.

"I agreed to my channel, so please forgive me for not being able to tell you the details." Kevin enjoyed his cigar and was silent for ten seconds before continuing, "But I'm sure that Sonia has done a great job for this. Contribution, and she was promoted because of this case."

I frowned tightly: "You mean, our group was..."

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Kevin raised his hand and spoke slowly. "You see, we are a US stock listed company, and we are obliged to explain to the public what we are doing, and at the same time bear the expectations of shareholders. ..."

"I don't think she is the kind of person who will participate in insider information trading." I am stunned.

"I know." Kevin glanced at me, watching the smoke scattered.

He was smoking a cigarette and took another sip of whiskey. We did not speak for two or three minutes. I pretended to be looking at the spirits collection that decorated the entire wall in the distance, and analyzed how many out-of-print wines were in it, and what the total price was.

But my heart is very confused.

Since the mention of Miss Pande, I didn't want to believe a word Kevin said. I think he is full of nonsense, I think he twists black and white, I think what he said is the tailored truth... In the end, I think he has said all of it faithfully, but I deny that it is the truth.

Kevin tapped his expensive cigar lightly, and the beautiful ashes fell off and fell into the glass jar.

He took another long breath and spit out: "Sonia is a talented counselor. Being able to rise so fast shows that she has resources, good luck, and strong ability. The three are indispensable. I'm pretty sure she doesn't. She would violate the rules and betray the customer, even if it was just a part of the customer's information, she would not do such a thing.

"But have you ever thought, Yao, a person who understands the rules to the extreme and has such superior conditions, how far can she go?" Kevin leaned forward, "She has a hundred ways to go. One hundred, Yao. What do you rely on to believe that the same thing will not happen again in the crab shell?"