Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I nodded, looked back, and went downstairs. After a few seconds, I said, "Is she famous?"

"She is beautiful."

"You didn't answer my question—and you will be complained. Our HR is not as considerate as I am." I was about to get to the place, and I stopped at the corner of the stairs.

Lao Huang smiled and put on the mask again, obviously not taking my words seriously. He tucked the upper edge of the mask and said, "I have a buddy who works at BCG. He is obviously well-trained, but a few vague keywords are enough. After all, I also have my secret channels."

The consulting company has a very strict service confidentiality agreement. I don't really believe that Huang is here to make mysteries. He just said: "What channel, LinkedIn?"

He was visibly stunned and said: "Yes. I checked all the possible executives, of course, I also looked at several other companies, but I didn't expect to win the prize. How did you guess?"

"Blindly." I spoke Chinese. I knew he didn't understand, and then added: "I also have my secret channel."

He really didn't understand, he seemed to want to regain another city, paused, and said, "Then do you know what level she is?"

Lao Huang is so proud, this must be a big fish. But she is really young. I guessed the rank I was thinking about and asked him: "Does it begin with D?"

Old Huang shook his head: "Begin with P."

It's hard to conceal my surprise, partner, this time I am afraid the company has really lost money. I patted Lao Huang: "This information is very valuable, and your fishing on LinkedIn was not in vain."

Old Huang made a gesture to pat my shoulders away: "Hey, I didn't allow you to have physical contact with me! I might complain to you."

Within a few seconds of gagging, we all changed faces as soon as we stepped out of the stairwell. The fifteenth floor is simply decorated, and there are many lights on the stage at the end, which makes people almost think that this is a small indoor concert scene. The lighting engineer was wearing a black T-shirt on the edge of the stage to make the final communication. Besides, there were all orange crowds—I saw the boss at a glance. He was standing with the boss and Kevin, and all three of them were wearing T-shirts. If you have to describe a dark suit jacket, it is ugly.

I took a breath involuntarily, and exhaled it as quietly and slowly as possible, lest it sounded like a sigh. For the benefit, at least this year there should be no light show, and people can't show off in such a narrow space. The orange T-shirt and suit are completely forgivable. Yes, it can be forgiven.

I don't wear it anyway.

"Oh, the boss is there!" Old Huang also saw them, "Are we there?"

"I'll talk to the kids in the group for a while, you go first." I won't be fooled by the treacherous old Huang. Just seeing the group of three makes my head faint. Didn't I bump into the muzzle now? However, I really need to talk to the boss about this matter. I have to say whether it is useful or not. If I don't report it as soon as possible, it is me who suffers. Today may be the relationship of the conference, the meeting room is not difficult to book, after finishing this, I quietly stood next to An Ning.

An Ning is actually doing data, but was temporarily seconded to Kevin's project team. The office area is adjacent to our department and often eats with the Chinese in the department. She is the sister of one of my undergraduate classmates. She also studied in the United States. We have known each other before, but no one in the company knows about it. When she saw me coming, she greeted me enthusiastically: "Li Yao, it's been a long time since I saw you!"

I smiled: "Before you said that after returning to China for the New Year, you should eat and drink well, right?"

"Ah." She also followed with a smile, "I just came back to quarantine to make it choking, and it's too uncomfortable to take a throat swab sample."

I nodded in agreement and said, "By the way, I ordered something to eat at noon. Please remember to come over."

"Wow, it must be a good thing to treat you? Is that interesting?"

"It's just ordering Internet celebrity egg tarts or something, nothing good." I lowered my voice. "I just passed by the 16th floor and saw a dozen takeaways from the nearby coffee shop in the conference room. That's true. It's very interesting. It must be the big boss who paid for it out of his own pocket."

An Ning's spirit came in an instant: "Who is it?"

"I don't know. It doesn't look like our company's."

"Hey, don't tell anyone," she touched my elbow and lowered her voice. "We seem to have asked a consulting company to help optimize this year."

I frowned: "We don't have this practice?"

She looked up and said, "It seems to mean coming down from the group. I knew it by accident. There seemed to be postings on the intranet before, but they were quickly deleted-our group was spread! I heard what they said. ."

I exchanged glances with An Ning. She is not high-ranking, and she was seconded by an external department. Obviously, she is not Kevin’s confidant. If even she knows about this, then Lao Huang’s "grass" must be a sham shot, and I don’t know where he came from. I heard. I was hesitating how to talk to the boss about this matter, and An Ning suddenly said, "A new restaurant in Chinatown has opened up selling local dishes. Xiaoding and the others said it was delicious. Do you want to eat it? "

I was a little surprised. I didn't expect that she would invite me, so I said: "I just came back recently. I was too busy, but unfortunately I was busy with the house decoration. Later I want to have a housewarming party. Will you come to my house to have fun?"

"Good!" She looked very happy. After a while, the activity started, and I heard her whisper again: "You look good in this way."

"Thank you." I took off my mask and smiled at her, preparing to speak on stage.

The plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Before the conference was over, the meeting room I had booked was cancelled in advance. There was no time to report this incident to the boss. The boss was always energetic. As soon as the event was over, he led a few people in the company's T-shirts to the 16th floor.

Those people really belonged to BCG.

We may have three lines of greetings—or five? —I immediately entered the topic, the boss couldn't see anything on his face, but Kevin and the others absolutely knew beforehand. I was asked to introduce the situation unpreparedly, not to mention the slides, even the computer was not brought up, which made me regain the feeling of being Party B after a long time. With my back to the real Party B and a few superiors, I can only bite the bullet and pull out the whiteboard, and use an oil-based pen to draw twice on the white edge while organizing the language.

Anyway, I was also trained by the former owner’s elevator theory system. I wouldn’t be in a mess—it’s rather funny to see Kevin deflated. The boss occasionally helped me add a few words and voted for praise. Gaze. It may be an appreciative look-to be honest, I only saw him look at their dog like that.

Then came Sanjay, Kevin's general. He obviously made sufficient preparations for this demonstration, which is not only reflected in his slides, but also in his dress: I really don’t know where this master of time management is, he actually took advantage of it to go upstairs. I replaced the T-shirt in this gap. Although the jeans and shirt are not as formal, they look much more professional than me, a person wearing an orange shopping bag.

Miss Pan De did not show too much tendency. I know they must be happy, and the snobs in the consulting company have never seen me in such a battle. She barely spoke, and she seemed very attentive when listening to the introduction. From time to time, she took notes on the computer, and the questions were mostly completed by two subordinates. Compared with a quick glimpse in the morning, her long hair on vacation is pulled up, and the linen shirt is also hidden by a collarless suit of the same color as the pants, much more like the big boss than our big boss with orange T-shirt and black suit. NS.

Surprisingly, she speaks an American accent. I thought that a young partner like her should have grown up in the UK.

She was so impressed by Lao Huang, obviously there was a reason. Miss Pan De is indeed very beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, because of the special circumstances, compared to ordinary people, I have come into contact with too many high-caste Indians from study to work. Therefore, I never say she looks good because of a cross-racial beauty filter—she is. The kind of beauty that can really make mankind reach a consensus.

My mood has not improved. On the contrary, it is precisely because she is beautiful that I feel worse. No one is willing to appear in front of a good classmate with such a funny posture. People are willing to compare. Moreover, I feel that the BCG group of people are not good.

Even if it was Kevin who deliberately gave us a stumbling block-how can a customer just give a demo to the consulting person first? Even if, as An Ning said, the consulting company is invited by the group, they should be asked to optimize, and they will never let them directly help the company decide where optimization is needed. A lot of internal pre-work and meetings are definitely indispensable. At my level, It's not that there is no sound of wind.

Sanjay is still talking. Some details are obviously not something that should be mentioned at the first meeting. The more I listened to him, the more lost my heart became. An ominous premonition gradually spread. I don't know how old Huang and the boss feel. We are sitting on the same side and it is difficult to exchange opinions naturally through eyes. It’s just that this hunch is getting clearer and stronger, I can’t believe it, but things seem to be going in that direction—

Why do they seem to come to buy us?