Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I smiled meaningfully, as if I didn't care at all. Under the dining table, I wiped my hand on the napkin.

It's all sweat. My heart beats too fast.

Seeing that I did not answer, Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows slightly. She still had the kind of smile on her face, but her hand had returned to the spoon, and she tasted the vegetables. At this time she stopped looking at me, just looking at her staple food.

What's so good about curry, it's vegetarian! No matter how delicious it is, where can it go!

I don’t know where my frustration is, and I said, "Don’t laugh at me—I’ve never eaten this kind of vegetarian meat. Do you think it’s delicious?"

There was a little smile on Miss Pande's face: "The taste is not bad. Well, I don't know how it tastes for ordinary people. I often eat this kind of food at home, and you know I went to the United States when I was a teenager. ..."

"There is a taste of childhood." I said for her.

"That's it." She put down her spoon. "Do you want to try a piece of vegetarian lamb?"

"Thank you." I shook my head. "I have also heard of some vegetarian products made with soybeans. The more common one is tofu vegetarian meat. When BeyondMeat was launched last year, artificial meat became a trender again."

"Actually," Miss Pan De leaned forward slightly, looking at me, "it's hard to say whether plant meat is considered'artificial meat'. I think artificial meat in the true sense is different."

I was a little lost. It took me a long time to open my mouth and realize what Miss Pan De had just said. I hurriedly turned back from the nonsense soybean topic and asked her: "Assume that we now have animal protein artificial meat suitable for commercial mass production— —Do you think artificial meat is meat?"

She just wiped her mouth, after listening to my words, put her index finger lightly on her lower lip.

"Yao?" I suddenly heard her calling me.

"Huh? Oh—" I took a breath and said with a smile, "I'm sorry. Uh, your lips—" I quickly added a "tick" after "lips" to avoid ambiguity, "The lipstick is really very Good-looking. May I know the color number?"

"I'm not sure if it was the color you saw, you know, it might have been eaten by me," she tapped her finger on her lips again, turned her head down to find the lip pencil and gave it to me, "it's this one. "

NARS's bettina, an unpopular color number, I have never heard of it. At this moment, my impression of the color of her lips when I first saw her is very light. I can only bite the bullet and praise her: "It’s a little different from the current one, but it’s really suitable for you. You know, in During the holidays, you like lighter makeup. The color of lipstick sometimes determines the tone of the whole makeup. I still remember that when I first learned to make-up, I always liked blood red..."

She looked at me and both laughed.

"I do like lighter colors when I'm not working. I've been using this one recently, thank you for your attention." She looked at me. I am a blind cat and a dead mouse. How dare I answer the conversation, just laugh, Miss Pande said: "But you should be very suitable for blood red or burgundy lipstick."

"Not at all." I waved my hand a little embarrassedly.

Actually it's okay, but it's too much. Lipstick numbers can easily change a person's temperament, such as this bettina, which is very straight.

When I put it on her mouth, I didn't think so. Maybe it had something to do with race.

I dared not let myself think about it anymore and said, "I'm sorry. We were just talking about artificial meat, right? What do you think?"

"I didn't answer just now." She tilted her head, "I was asking, do you think man-made diamonds are considered diamonds?"

"Forget it."

"What about the cyborg?"

I looked at her, is this about philosophy? I said: "From the current technical conditions, it is still difficult to achieve the same structure between artificial humans and humans. I don't think that can be equivalent to humans."

"So it's the structure." Her hand lingered on her ear, her index finger touched the eardrop lightly, still looking at me like that.

I was a little uncomfortable and said, "The boat of Theseus will always be the boat of Theseus. This is true for me."

"Then the answer is'yes', artificial meat is meat." Miss Pan De responded.

"Is this your opinion, or is it my opinion that you summarized for me?" I frowned slightly.

"Both." She blinked, moved her hand away from her ear, and sat upright.

I subconsciously sat up straight, and Miss Pan De asked: "How are you thinking about it?"

Finally came back.

"I have some questions," I said, like facing a big enemy, but propped one hand on the table, resting my cheeks, "Why me?"

"It's not necessarily you." Her eyes were still smiling, but her expression changed as she clasped her hands.

We also pretended that the atmosphere was pleasant, but both knew that the situation had changed.

I said: "You are not afraid that I will find other candidates along the clues and deal with you while packing them all to Lisong?"

"Do you know?"

"I don't know." I met her eyes, "If you were me, would you?"

"You don't look like a speculator standing on both sides at the same time." She stepped back slightly.

"I'm not really." I said, "but I don't have the habit of providing free services to people, especially-considering you designed me first. It is really wonderful to use me to win Kevin... But how do I know this time Not your second game?"

Miss Pan De is not at all annoyed. On the contrary, she showed interest, looked at me and said, "I like you just that."

"Thank you. You praised it earlier." My heart fell to the ground, and I was right. She really knew that the pen was done for Kevin. I have been thinking about this for a week.

But why...

"There are some differences. At that time, I liked your cleverness," she said in her posture as if she was talking about love. "Now, I like your caution."

"And you don't seem to be sorry at all for taking advantage of me."

"Yao, this is not the way to calculate the account." Miss Pande said, "You lied first. Besides, I also counted as helping you...Kevin and the others are much more friendly to you now."

So it seems that BCG knows very well about the false prosperity between our two departments!

I forced a smile: "Yes, thank you too, Kevin thinks I am very close to you."

Miss Pan De twitched her hair: "Is it really bad to make it? Of course you and I can get close."

I was at a loss for words, and reluctantly said: "A fake can't become a real."

Her teasing look reappeared, just listening to her: "I thought we had reached an agreement. Artificial meat is meat-why can't we be true?"

Well, this time she definitely made it so ambiguous on purpose. I forcefully suppressed the panic, pretending to be like a okay person, and only said: "It depends on the structure. Plant meat is not considered artificial meat."

She smiled slightly: "Can I hear your price?"

"I want a separate contract." I said, "I will get all the shares in the subsidiary after one full year, including the current contract."

Our company gives out one-quarter of the shares negotiated at the beginning of the year every four years; in addition, part of the annual year-end bonus is also shares, which are also given in this form. Now the company’s stock price is very high, but it can’t be cashed out. It’s not worth it for people to stay here for four or four years.

It is also difficult to go cruelly. At our level, most of the salary is in stocks, and it is difficult to give up even if you know it is a bad check. The so-called sunk costs are not costs, but who can completely be a rational person?

Miss Pan De clearly understands my thoughts. I thought she might not have an idea about this, but she definitely said: "It's reasonable. I think it should be able to help you get this condition."

I immediately added: "Twice."

She was a little surprised and didn't answer the conversation right away. After two or three seconds, she said slowly: "I know it's rude to ask, but... how many shares is that?"

I smiled: "A lot."

She fell into my rhythm.

Miss Pan De said: "I can't say that you can double your shares, but there should be no problem with some tilt at the corresponding level."

She should have a number in her heart. What number did the group give her? It would be great if you could ask, follow this one push, and many things can surface. But Miss Pan De will never reveal it, I might lose even one more question. Thinking of this, I immediately gave up the temptation and said, "You can't promise me any position, can you?"

"Unfortunately, I don't think that is within my purview."

"It doesn't matter." I kept smiling. "If what I just said can't be realized by then, or if the position is different from what I expected..."

Miss Pan De answered: "I will ensure that your interests are maximized."

I looked at her and laughed: "I want to enter BCG Singapore."

Miss Pan De was unprepared, stunned for a moment, and said: "Considering your qualifications, I cannot arrange a suitable position for you. And this is not something I can decide alone. I am not saying that you are not qualified, but We really rarely look for candidates for middle and senior positions from the outside."

She is very serious. I thought about whether she would fool me, and if so, how I would fight back then; I don’t want her to be so sincere, for me, it’s just right.

What kind of person is Miss Pan De?

Generally speaking, I'm more likely to start as a consultant. The salary of several top consulting companies is very transparent. The consultants of BCG Singapore received about 180,000 new. If I express my willingness to accept it, Miss Pan De will definitely not believe it; The project manager is about two hundred and forty-five million, not to mention whether this number is attractive enough, it does not matter-what matters is what Miss Pan De thinks.

The person in charge of the core business post of the group will not do it, and go to BCG as a project manager... She is too smart to stop her.

"I will handle the interview myself. If I get stuck in the front, I won't complain about anything." I paused for a moment and said, "I am not interested in going to the project. I heard that you have been recruiting data talents as a support department. Principal, do you think I'm still qualified?"

Miss Pan De looked at me with sharp eyes. But her kindness quickly played down everything. She just said apologetically: "Of course I am very happy. But you know, this requires a lot of procedures and some discussion, so now I can't make any promises— —"

"I don't need it." I smiled and said.