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I went back to the office and sat down, and I still felt confused. I remember I didn’t offend Jocelyn? This, this is not even something I can’t remember. Even if I was drunk and fragmented, I must know that the person is Jocelyn, so I must stand aside obediently, let alone offend her. .

The big boss is not someone who makes jokes about his work. He should have actually handed over "this matter" to me in the car, otherwise he wouldn't ask me if I have confidence-it's just what I thought was "this matter" What Jocelyn recommended me to do in the past—what the **** is it? What task did the big boss give me? Really, I almost feel like I can hear the sound of brain cells falling apart, shrivelling, and then withering. I threw a handful of sugar-free mints into my mouth and took a deep breath: Ah. My throat hurts.

Well, at least I know that the big boss thinks I understand what "this matter" is, even though the only hint he gave me is the word "this matter" itself. I usually report to the big boss without passing through Jocelyn, so in terms of the process, there is no such thing as any task she will give me. To talk about any recent contacts, it was nothing more than I helped her with the aftermath at the party on Monday, and she told me to eat after the meeting yesterday...ah.

"Why are you laughing like that?" Xiao Chen, who only joined last year, looked at me with a very concerned expression.

"You don't want to know." I retracted my thoughts, shook my head unpredictably, and said, "Go to a meeting?"

"Yes." Xiao Chen hesitated and stopped. "Eating too much sorbitol can easily cause gastrointestinal problems. It may be better to eat one by one."

He spoke very implicitly. In fact, it will cause diarrhea.

"Thank you for letting me know about this." I blinked and walked to the conference room.

There was no meeting tonight, the matter ended early, I could have left work on time. However, I have other plans, so I stay in the company. Consultation This meal is not mixed. After dinner, the people at BCG are likely to be busy until midnight. It is too uncomfortable to make appointments for dinner at this time. I paid out of my pocket and ordered a dozen coffees from the nearby restaurant, and asked Xiao Chen to accompany me to fetch it and deliver it to the 20th floor together.

In the elevator, I asked him, "Do you remember all the names of the people at BCG?"

"Uh," he opened his mouth, "maybe you can call out most people's names. I think it can."

I raised my eyebrows and said nothing.

"I recognize one or two faces, but I can't remember the name." He added.

Sincerely, I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, let's get acquainted with it as soon as possible."

"OK."

Walking to the far left of the corridor, I greeted Xu Xin, the person in charge, and then tilted my head towards Xiao Chen and the two cups of coffee he was carrying: "A little bit of heart."

Yimin came over to greet me, and I also said a few words briefly, and my gaze deliberately stayed only at the height of the person, not looking down, so as not to let people think that I was glancing at the computer screen. I introduced Xiao Chen to them, mentioned the business he is now in charge, and left the center of the crowd. Miss Pan De stood up in a corner deep in the office.

I deliberately stopped a little further away, lest she shook hands with me again. Just looking at her, I didn't speak immediately, I smiled first, and then said, "Hi."

"Hi." A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Guess you might be busy until late, come and have a look before get off work." I folded my arms and leaned against the desk next to her, "Is it bothering you?"

She shook her head: "They just came back from dinner, I am now..." She raised her eyebrows and used a playful word, "Between things."

"I don't think you mind accepting this." I said the same thing as her that night, and handed her the carrot juice in the glass bottle. "This brand is better than the one I drank over there at noon."

"Thank you!" She took it over, "Will it make you too expensive?"

"Not at all. It's called'expensive'," I lifted my chin toward them, "This is from the company's cold drink cabinet."

She looked at me and laughed, obviously not expecting this move. I didn't rush to speak either. After a while, I said, "So... Frankfurt Airport."

"uh-huh."

"At the airport, I didn't see you." I instead supported my chin with one hand.

She motioned me to continue.

"But you saw me there," I looked at her, "I dare you, that's not the first time we met."

She seemed interested: "We will know."

"Even if there is any hint?" I said.

"Like I said, Frankfurt Airport," she blinked, "that's a reminder."

I lowered my head and smiled and stood up straight: "Okay. We will see you at the meeting tomorrow."

At this time, her little surprise had long since disappeared. Miss Pan De separated a little distance from me and said, "See you later."

I nodded and said hello to Yimin and the others. When Xiao Chen saw me coming back, he seemed to have seen Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. I really think he might cry with nasal blisters every moment. Holding back a laugh, I led the people out of the office area and didn't speak until I got into the elevator: "Let me guess, have you been asked about the specific business contacts?"

"Yes."

"Which area?"

"Thailand."

"Did you say?" The nineteenth floor came in the blink of an eye. I didn't look at him and went straight out of the elevator.

"No...really! I didn't say a word."

I took the bag, turned my head to look at him, and thought it was a bit funny: "Then how do you deal with it?"

At noon after the meeting on Tuesday, I specifically emphasized this matter to them. Of course, I didn't say it too clearly. Maybe one or two innocent minds didn't turn a corner. It's normal. However, these new employees will always ask each other about these things, and if I can't figure it out until now, I will go to the staff of the old Huang.

"I said I was an intern."

I stopped: "Did they believe it?"

"I think you believe it?"

I looked at him, and Xiao Chen's claim to be an intern was quite persuasive, but his tone of voice during the conversation really didn't increase the credibility. I asked again: "Did you remember all the names?"

"Ah... yes, I remembered it."

"Okay." I said, "you will also attend the noon meeting tomorrow."

In the evening, I removed the boxes piled up at the door from the old home to the new home, found one of them corresponding to the number, and opened it. There is my personal computer in it. There is also a package of wheat flour that may have expired, and the package has not been opened. My plan at the time was that when I arrived at my new home, I would take it apart and make something to eat.

Finding Miss Pan De on LinkedIn is not difficult. Although there are more than fifty results with the same name and surname, she is ranked very high, and there are photos. She joined the work in the same year as me, and the rate of promotion was amazing. Of course, this was expected from the very beginning—without an education background. There are very few references in other information. Some of the people who endorsed her work skills are familiar, but all of them are industry elites on the Asian side. She does not seem to have any work experience in the United States. I pulled up again. We have more than 20 people in common. Considering her origin, this number is not too much.

I removed my makeup, and while patted my face, I recalled every point in the past that might be the intersection of each other. She and I are definitely not alumni. If they were, the introduction of the big boss at the time would not be so vague. When we talked about this, she would also give out more details, so there is a high probability that they are next door. Assuming that she also received her PhD in five years, if we did a Ph.D in the same year and had similar majors, the chances of meeting in some activities would not be low—but if I met it then, I would definitely have an impression, considering the future At that time, I had paid great attention to remembering people. Frankfurt Airport... I always think this is misleading information.

The accident at the airport is quite impressive, but I haven't even seen a missed flight in Frankfurt. It was definitely not last year. But I was only a junior at the exchange in Hamburg. Our undergraduate colleges are so far away and there is no alliance relationship. We shouldn't have met at that time. I don't believe in evil, and I even turned over the student-time photos on the computer, but I still found nothing.

No clue at all. Perhaps this matter will only be known to me until the day when Miss Pan De takes the initiative to reveal the secret-but I need a reason now. Any excuse is fine, for official or private matters, I have to find an opportunity to get close to her. Work matters are obviously not a good conversation category. Although I don’t know what the main purpose is, but the big boss asked me to go, definitely not wanting me to turn the cart before the horse, in order to obtain more information and occupy a favorable position so that the other party can gain more in the process. Multi-information, occupies a favorable position, in life, using gold to gold can create GDP, fair trading in information is not a good idea.

-Besides, Miss Pan De is not a person who can be easily talked about. I still don't know where we have seen it before.

Frankly speaking, I don't think I'm good at slalom. The most embarrassing thing I have ever used is to deal with the boss of graduate school. I have never seen it before. I don’t know about it because I am applying for an inter-professional degree. For his main thesis and research results, most of his main papers and research results are rushed to understand within a few days. It appears in the email, naturally, I have admired him for a long time, and how I respect the so-and-so school, and now I think it reveals an American hypocrisy. If you can't find an entry point, Miss Pan De will only become Boss 2.0, not to mention that I may not have the good luck at the time.

Kevin and the others are in the water/very/deep, our department can do this, besides me, Huang may count as one, and the boss is also counted as one. But logically speaking, the boss may change sides at any time, so there are not many choices for the big boss. Anyway, I am still very grateful that Jocelyn was willing to nominate me: it would be better if she could tell me what "this matter" is.

I rubbed my arm and exhaled. What can we talk about together?