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I sighed inwardly. I asked so clearly what to do?

In fact, to judge rationally, my first reaction was impossible; but my instinct vaguely felt that Jocelyn was right.

Our group chairman and big boss are alumni, and the earliest company of the big boss was bought by the chairman. The project was not activated at the end, but the core team joined the group, and the second in command at that time currently holds a key position. The big boss took the money to make crab shells, but unfortunately, he was still a little bit off. Then there was the Dongfeng backed by the group and today's farce.

Winning or losing does not matter.

I didn't ask any more questions. Jocelyn has made it clear that she has no evidence, maybe it's just a guess. If this matter can be done, it may be of some help; or it may be invalid information-besides, who dares to ask for verification? I silently thanked Jocelyn, selling it for a while, and repeatedly emphasized the harmfulness of the framework plan passed. To put it bluntly, I reluctantly let Jocelyn find a free time at noon tomorrow.

I'm also very difficult. Frankly speaking, I am so busy now that it is very difficult for me to find time temporarily, let alone our big boss? I am really jealous of Jocelyn, but I am really grateful.

Thank you 10% more today.

Now seriously, Miss Pan De is also considered my half boss. I originally had a meeting in the evening, but since she said nine o'clock, I must be able to Skype at nine o'clock.

For such an arrangement, I was unable to eat at night. To prevent stomach pain, I shook a cup of protein/powder. The frequency of such improvisation has been quite high recently, although I still feel panicked, the feeling of fullness that follows is really useful. I want to buy that kind of semi-liquid meal replacement — I tried it once before, and the taste is too unfriendly to me — better than being hungry, isn’t it?

Skype is a hundred times more difficult to use than Zoom. I noticed that Miss Pan De’s hair ends are a little wet, and her clothes have been changed. She should have just taken a shower. But she put on makeup again, at least the eyebrows and lipstick are there, and the camera will eat makeup. I don't know the real situation.

Really particular. In fact, it is the same if she does not open the video, but only asks me to open it; but when she handles it like this, I feel like I'm very respected.

It is better to kill a person than to punish the heart.

"Good evening." Miss Pan De leaned back in the chair, still in the daytime position, but the soft light of the floor lamp at night blurred the sense of conflict a lot. She is wearing a knitted short sleeve, which may be cashmere in terms of color and texture.

I can't help but praise her, but this time the boss is the opposite. If the greeting can't serve its due role, it will only have a counterproductive effect.

I curbed my indifferent mind, only when she was in control, and asked: "What can I help you?"

"There are so many things you can help. Before that," the corner of her mouth raised slightly, "have you had dinner?"

Her superior posture disintegrated in an instant. I was more vigilant and said, "Thank you for your concern, I have eaten it."

Her brows stretched out: "That's good, I'm worried that this temporary meeting will make you hungry-let's have a brief chat. At today's meeting, you seem to be not satisfied with our framework?"

"No, I think this plan is pretty good." I won't be fooled by her nonchalant attitude. At this moment, I will be strong and vigilant, and I will consider every sentence before I say it.

Miss Pan De motioned me to continue.

"This is a framework that is of interest to our big bosses. Its advantages and shining points are obvious, but it is not perfect." I am calm and full of nonsense, "If I don't come out to make a fuss, do this work. It will be other people. And at the meeting, the ones I talked about were not really the key points."

"I am listening."

I looked at her. Her emotions are hidden deep.

I said: "The real key to this plan is the lack of external supervision. For such a huge team, whether it is internally efficient or unique, it relies on absorbing support departments to form a closed loop, not so much a team. , It’s better to say it is a separate company, the head of the department is too powerful, what is the difference between it and the CEO?"

Miss Pan De listened in silence, but did not immediately comment. Her eyes gradually showed a smile, but it made me feel like I was being scrutinized. I was not in a hurry to speak, but I felt a little nervous.

Does she believe it?

"You are really good at this." Miss Pan De said, "You are so talented. You can find the key to the problem in a very short time from the tedious information. Why did you choose to stay in the crab shell? If it was right at the time. Company A is not satisfied, why not pick one from MBB and try again?"

She checked me.

"Am I thinking about joining BCG now?" I smiled.

She was noncommittal, only saying: "Don't go to Maifu anyway. Another B prefix is ​​not suitable for you... So it seems that our BCG is indeed the best choice."

Here comes again, the contempt chain of first-line consulting companies. I smiled and returned to the topic: "If this key point is pointed out at the meeting, it will be very troublesome. I just hope that the debate on the secondary issue will blur the line of sight, so that after the framework is finalized, the follow-up work will have more freedom. Some."

Ms. Pan De expressed her approval, and then said: "I understand that you won the Philippine market three years ago. The strategy at that time must be very beautiful."

I lifted my eyes, this is the topic of tonight.

Is my first level over?

Miss Pan De said: "I want a copy of the departmental data at that time."

"Can I ask why?"

She glanced at the camera, then looked at the screen: "May I know why you ask?"

"This is highly sensitive data." I kept quiet.

During the video conference, the impact of Ms. Pan De's real person can be reduced a lot. Because of this, the sense of alienation and sense of scale are both catabolized by network transmission and will not be shocked to the other side of the screen. But Miss Pan De did not become the second person because of this. She would look into the camera from time to time, and there should be nothing on her side, but I was always frightened.

"I'm afraid I can't answer your question." She looked attentive, and besides, she barely expressed any emotions. "I think cooperating with our work is one of your tasks."

"This level of cooperation allows me to do it. It is too expensive. I am very expensive." I smiled. "Although it is highly sensitive to the outside world, it is not a confidential document after all. Spend some money to find a new person, he will be very Willing to provide such data."

"That's illegal."

I looked at the camera: "Really? I thought you didn't know before."

There was finally a slight fluctuation on Miss Pan De's face. I beat the drum in my heart, and found that the inexplicable things gradually converged in the corner of my eyes: she laughed. Miss Pan De tilted her head and raised her eyebrows: "You seem to have no intention of gaining trust at all."

"I don't need to do that." I said, "We haven't signed any contracts, and you haven't given me any promises. Only you I can trust, and you have to trust me. In this way, I can work with you. "

"You work for me." She said firmly.

I didn't care what the master-slave relationship she emphasized, and said easily: "Of course, that's also a way of saying it."

She looked at the screen and did not speak immediately. After a while, Miss Pan De said: "So, there is no data?"

"Unless you let me know what it is for." I kept smiling, "As I said before, I'm very expensive."

Miss Pan De also smiled. But compared to just now, her smile is different. I thought of her provocatively on the court in a daze.

She opened her mouth and brought me back to reality: "Um... well. For you, BCG should show enough respect. Let's say something else, about your department."

"You are welcome to ask questions."

"You have a different style from the European department. As far as the recent discussions with the managers are concerned, apart from the work content, it is actually hard to imagine that you are from the same company." Miss Pan De left her seat back, but seemed more relaxed. , "What do you think of this difference?"

It seems that her question is irrelevant.

I'm telling the truth: "The leading factor is the head of the department."

"Can you be more detailed?"

"Uh, as you may already know, the big bosses value us more. In terms of autonomy, our two departments are more open. The COO is not responsible for our specific business. Usually, Rudra, Kevin and I'm reporting to the big boss." I cleared my throat very quickly, "Because there is a clear communication channel with my superiors, many business processes are handled more freely than other departments. Rudra and Kevin are completely different As a result, the working style directly affects the entire department. In addition, there is a certain gap in the maturity and market depth of the markets we are connecting with, and the actual difference is of course even greater."

She listened very carefully and immediately asked: "Which model do you think is better?"

"Let me put it this way," I replied, "Rudra can lead the team on European projects, but Kevin can't do Asian projects."

Miss Pan De obviously didn't expect me to speak so bluntly. She smiled deeply and asked, "Can I know why?"

"He doesn't know anything about the Internet." I said, "He is an excellent senior manager. I believe that when Kevin is placed in any position, his excellence can be reflected. But it depends more on A certain methodology, I do not approve of his depth in the technical direction."

"Put you in Kevin's place, can you do better?"

"I won't say that. Our style is completely different."

She nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly said: "Are you often working late lately?"

"To each other." There is something in my words.

"I saw you move your neck several times during the day." Her eyelashes were darkened under the light and appeared thicker. "And your voice, I don't know if it is related to the Internet, it sounds hoarse a lot. ."

"There will be more recently. You know, the situation in Brazil is not good. Our local colleagues have long been working from home, so meetings are more frequent." I cleared my throat again to cover up my emotions. It turns out she just cares about me.

The real reason is of course not this, I am still somewhat vigilant.

"It sounds like I don't have any personal time. No wonder I have to use my mobile phone to send messages during the meeting." She looked directly at me, and her eyes fell a little further down again, and I knew she was looking at my face.

Miss Pan De's voice was soft: "Boyfriend?"

"I don't—" I lowered my head and smiled, then looked at her again, "I don't have a boyfriend."

Her eyes changed again. The noise in the communication will move and quiet in a thin mist, as if her smile has content and her expression has warmth. I couldn't help asking: "How about you?"

Miss Pan De was too gentle at this moment, and I couldn't help being lost, thinking that the halo of the floor lamp at the edge of the screen was no longer restricted by the world, thinking that her seat crossed the line and the wall, and I thought she was right in front of me.

I heard her say: "Are you flirting with me?"

Buzzing in ears. What did she say?

My brain crashed on the spot, installed cards, and disconnected from the Internet, all in one go.