Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

My heart froze, and then jumped wildly again.

Miss Pan De has not come to our company for two consecutive weeks. She has also hurried uncharacteristically when it comes to requesting third-party documents and choosing the CEO of the new company... What I should know-I should be aware of it!

I looked at her: "When did it happen?"

"Before my birthday." Her tone was plain.

"Is it because of revision?" I frowned. But before I had time to think more, Miss Pande dragged my hand over and put it on her knee.

We clasped our fingers. She was still so calm, shook her head, and said: "I thought about it for a while. I said when you agreed to date me, I would apply to avoid suspicion at the right time. Why are you so surprised?"

I took a breath and didn't say anything.

I never thought that she would do it before me. I like her, and I can feel that she likes me, I want to seek a future with her, and I want to embark on a romantic adventure with her. There are many stumbling blocks ahead, but they are all jobs. In my position, I still have to weigh and deal with a lot of important matters; let alone her.

After Miss Pan De applied for the avoidance of interest, how should this project be counted? She only became a partner. Our company's case is too critical. This year and even the next few years will obviously be a long winter for them...

I couldn't sit still, squeezing her hand: "But your job—"

"It doesn't have much impact." Miss Pan De laughed suddenly and tilted her head. "At least the dividend that belongs to me will not be small. After that, Xin will be solely responsible for the projects of your company-I always treat him very much. Don't worry, I will get him to the Singapore office if I have the opportunity. Of course, Yao, I am still willing to help you as far as possible..."

Her voice became quieter and disappeared completely in the end.

My heart is twisted.

I actually suspected her...

Miss Pan De took a tissue from the coffee table next to the single-seater sofa and handed it to me, and kept wiping my face with her thumb. She wiped away my tears over and over again, and I couldn't say anything like a fool.

He choked in his throat: I am so dear.

How good can I be.

"I didn't know that you would cry like a child." The way she smiles always touches me like that, "Look at your nose and mouth, the skin is all squeezed together. It is easy to get wrinkles if you cry like this... but I'm not saying You will have less attractiveness when you have wrinkles. I think you will be as attractive as always—perhaps more attractive."

"I can't tell if you are complimenting me or laughing at me." I spoke, and she laughed even harder. I was a little annoyed and felt embarrassed, because my voice sounded so weird. My crying voice made my pronunciation of every word vague, like a crying sad child.

Ok. She said that I cried like a child. This description is very accurate.

"I don't think so." She squinted her eyes and pulled out a piece of paper for me. "I think I'm just sharing my true feelings. Do you want to talk about why you cry? Do you feel a little sad? "

I shook my head and choked, "I feel I am not worth it."

Miss Pan De frowned, unexpectedly, she seemed a little dissatisfied. But she was not eager to deny my feelings, just asked: "You are not worth anything?"

I heard her dissatisfaction, where would you dare to tell the truth? But my brain seemed to be disconnected, and no matter how hard I tried to reconnect with it, it didn't give me any response.

I had no choice but to tentatively and said very quietly: "You."

Miss Pan De snatched the piece of paper just handed me back. This scene made me feel familiar, and her eyes immediately reminded me where I have seen this situation.

On the day we held hands for the first time, she also took a napkin like this on the side of the flower bed in the block near the company.

But now, this woman is my girlfriend.

I watched her quietly. She wants to apply for avoidance of suspicion, is it also out of this reconsideration?

When introducing her in the future, can I say that this charming lady is my girlfriend?

I'm terribly timid.

If I ask at this time, Miss Pande will definitely not get angry. I wanted to confirm it immediately, but I was afraid that she felt that I was not serious enough: my guilt immediately spread, and wrapped around my body tightly.

In the corner of my heart, I almost shrank into a ball.

Miss Pan De stared at me like that, with a shocking light in her eyes, which made people face the truth: "Repeat what you said again."

I swallowed: "You."

"Complete your sentence. What'me'?" She raised her eyebrows.

She always feels oppressive when she says imperative sentences. I hesitated: "I, I don't want to seek comfort or let you deny my lies. You may not be able to imagine how-how cowardly I am. I didn't even maintain my trust in you, as I am today. I'm asking you..."

"Complete your sentence." Miss Pan De turned a deaf ear and stared at me. "What did you just want to say?"

"I don't think I am worthy of you."

"Who is worthy of me?" She folded her arms, "say a name."

I opened my mouth.

"It's not you anyway, is it?" she asked again.

After listening to her, I neither nodded nor shook my head. I wanted to avoid my sight, but I couldn't bear it.

I pulled her hand: "I was wrong."

She glanced at me badly, and shoved the tissue back to me. Miss Pande helped me pin my hair behind my ears: "I will not praise you today. I will not say where you are attracted to me, and how many unique and precious qualities you have. I will not say that when you see How happy I am when there is only me; I will not say how I enjoy every minute and every second I spend with you. But you have to remember, Yao, I don’t want to listen to this kind of thing. To the second time."

She kissed my forehead: "You have to believe my eyes."

When we woke up the next morning, both of us had swollen eyes.

She was okay, but my left eyelid was swollen like a bee stung. One eye is big and the other is small. Miss Pande saw it and almost burst into tears.

I haven't cried like this for many years. Before I went to bed, I didn't expect to do preventive work. I stayed in the room for a long time and refused to go out. Miss Pan De was not in a hurry, she took me to take a selfie, flipped around the photos, and started to laugh again.

I said, "Can you send it to me?"

"Of course." She did it immediately, and then caught her off guard and watched me cut her off and set her as the contact person's profile picture.

"How about you call me? Let's see the effect." I said.

In the end I was chased by Miss Pande and ran out of the room.

We spent the whole Sunday by the pool. Peter originally wanted to use the barbecue grill, but after asking about it, no one, including me, would like to eat grilled food. The food on the second day of the party was still mediocre, but my swollen eyes added a lot of jokes.

This makes me feel better.

I don't want to become the elephant in the room-of course they are considerate to me, Miss Pan De is obviously treated differently, and the curiosity of the torture brigade dominated by Weng Kexin is like a bottomless pit that is difficult to fill.

By the way, Miss Pande claimed that she was amused by my funny look.

After I got home, I was busy until midnight. This state of getting more and more excited about work makes me feel a bit strange in a trance, but holding the last piece of the puzzle in my hand, I don't even know what a timeout is.

The group is intertwined, and the chairman's voice is the loudest, but his fist is not necessarily the hardest. After all, for organizations like enterprises, profit should be the first priority. It is impossible to do charity, and it is difficult to just think of public revenge.

Even if the group is one piece of iron, it has its own way to deal with such iron plates: it depends on what I can find out.

The chairman obviously does not think that the big boss is an "obedient" CEO. The differences between the two in career are almost impossible to reconcile, and I don't have the ability to resolve this set of conflicts. It is very expensive and has no income. Working in this direction is obviously a loss of money. .

But there are two points.

First, the shareholders of the group want to make money; second, he himself is just a shareholder.

What the group chairman wants to do to the big boss can also be repeated on the chairman when the temptation is big enough. Therefore, the crux of the problem is not how to leverage the black box of the chairman, but the group and profit.

The way of checks and balances is written on the balance and in the hearts of people. Regrettably, the world is always dynamic, and the full picture is not yet known to people. On the surface, the information available for reference is of the same height, but after repeated deliberation, I feel that the only thing I can rely on is humanity.

People are the measure of everything.

The beginning of "Guiguzi" is the yin and yang. Those who assess the power of the world and figure out the feelings of the princes can become those who make good use of the world. Although it is the world two thousand years ago, the company is compared with it, but it is a mere dwarf, and I feel it is very useful nowadays.

How to create the greatest profit?

adventure.

This feat has indeed been accomplished by many people. However, taking risks requires too much courage, and adventurers are often alone and destitute. Capital is chasing benefits, but also aversion to risks. With decency, it is difficult to fight against human nature——

With decency, you become a slave to humanity.

At this time, it is necessary to talk about "the right time, the right place, and the people". Stable and fat profits must be so.

With the right time and place, the company has it. If the group can remove one foot, it will naturally be the icing on the cake.

As for people and...

I carefully sorted out my thoughts since entering the company in the file.

Ever since BCG brought projects into the company, intentionally or unintentionally, I have been thinking about this question: What kind of model is really suitable for us? The Internet-style equal "compatibility" of the big boss with confidentiality of rank is like a joke to me; and my proposal that was rejected by Miss Pan De at the meeting on the spot, thinking about it now, is not a good idea.

Personnel management and company structure are knowledge.

Any knowledge must be organic.