Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Miss Pan De also looked more formal than yesterday. She still wears trousers, but the color is darker. Inside the suit is a light-colored sweater without any jewelry. In addition to the Xinhe Yimin who I saw yesterday, there were a few more people on the BCG side. The chair on the left hand side of the big boss was empty. Behind it was a man who had not formally seated him, possibly Miss Pan De's secretary. On Kevin's side, the number of people is roughly the same as ours, and An Ning is also there, sitting by the door, stood up now, saw me, and nodded.

This time there is no flower head, and the drama has been unveiled.

The meeting was hosted by Miss Pan De. This can be considered as a face to our big boss—well, yes, he still wears a T-shirt, just get used to it. As soon as we came in, the group of kids behind us began to whisper about this group of Internet kids who have been peaceful for a long time, how can they ever see the world? I thought Ms. Pan De was a great newcomer. Before the BCG side noticed, I immediately warned them with a stern look in my eyes. The group of people closed their voices quickly, but unfortunately they still lost the battle. Kevin looked at me from the other side, then looked at the boss, his eyes ridiculed. Beyond words.

"Good morning, everyone." The room calmed down, and Miss Pande spoke. "I'm Sonia Pande, a partner of BCG Singapore, responsible for your company's resource integration project. We should be in the next few months. See you, you can call me Sonia."

Resource Integration. I repeated it silently in my heart, the word was very vague, but I heard it very clearly: cut the meat with a soft knife.

"This is our project manager Xu Xin, consultant Lin Yimin, from the Shanghai office." Lin Yimin is the man in suit who cheered me up yesterday. The rest are from the Singapore office and are not of high level. I waited for it and wrote down the names and faces one by one.

Then we also introduced them separately. The big boss briefly talked about our company's situation. It was basically a condensed and enhanced version of the content presented by Sanjay and I yesterday. Then, BCG's explanation began. I didn’t take any notes on the face. Today I’m just bluffing and I want to bluff Kevin first. I’m just listening. The so-called resource integration soon became clear under the unified presentation of BCG style: It seems that some people in the group are dissatisfied with the splitting of our largest department into two. They feel that this is not efficient, and they want to regroup back to the same one. . But simple stitching obviously can't solve the problem-BCG has helped us tear down the company.

Kevin's confident eyes began to be mixed with hypocrisy, and as expected, he also recalled. The soldiers are all wandering. There are outsiders at such a big meeting today. Few people dare to catch fish grandiosely, but very few really keep up with the beat. I pretended to look at the chairman, but I was actually observing the boss's face. He is still a poker face. The big boss was listening attentively to the presentation, and Jocelyn sat behind him, always recording something, rarely raising her head.

I do two things at once. The big boss is the founder of the company. Although he doesn't direct specific technical business, he has a good idea about the framework of the entire company. He certainly doesn't want us to take it apart—but he didn't stop the person the group invited to consult. This shows that either he doesn't think it will be enough, or he can't stop it. It is a long project for a team of BCG to come here, and the asking price may be high. Decided to spend such a large sum of money at the beginning of the year, so the group's intentions are very determined.

I quietly looked at Miss Pan De. I don't know if it was her partner who talked about this business, or the group directly approached her?

The big boss still has a great say in the company at the moment. Kevin pulls the sideline right now. If the department is not taken out, he will look good at that time. It seems that we have become comrades-in-arms again: things in this world are often difficult to distinguish between black and white, and now I look at his face and find it pleasing to the eye. Teeth whitening is very good, and I will ask him where he did it later.

The company divided an area on the 20th floor to work for the people of the BCG project team. This arrangement is very interesting, because the space utilization on the 20th floor is not very good, and there is not even a cold drinks cabinet. They come to our 19th floor for ice cream and everything. We are separated and do not work on the same floor. This is not what I thought about: Huilin, who is in charge of the relevant placement, is a personal spirit. She must have noticed everything I thought of.

At the end of the meeting, the boss carried Lao Huang and went straight to the smoking area downstairs. I was still busy with Vietnam, and I finally took a breather, and saw a message from a newly registered intranet account. I looked at the suffix: Okay, BCG man in a suit, I can’t ignore it. As soon as I managed to deal with it, I was also scheduled to go out for lunch tomorrow. I had been thinking about it all morning, and I felt a little lack of energy. Originally February was not too busy. I planned to buy a refrigerator as soon as I returned to Singapore. I was free at noon today, but now I will buy a refrigerator? forgive me.

It is really inconvenient to have no refrigerator. I basically feed on microwave food and frozen fast food. The food courts near my new home have limited varieties and average taste. If I eat around the company, I always feel like I will be caught back for a meeting at any time. Moreover, there are countless places in Raffles that are suitable for simple meals, and sometimes they are uncomfortable when they meet young colleagues.

I drew my eyebrows, and stayed at the bathroom door, unwilling to go back.

At the end of the corridor is floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking around, the Singapore River turned golden in the strong sunlight. It used to be a commercial center, and those bungalows used as warehouses or shops have mostly become high-end restaurants today. I don't know if people who work at Raffles are willing to come here to spend their spare time. I am definitely not willing: I think I will be caught back for a meeting.

Yes, I am already very hungry. But I dare not eat, nor buy my refrigerator. I can only take advantage of the reflection of the golden light and use the window to tidy up my hair, hoping that this short leisure time will slow down the flow of time and let me rest for a while.

It's almost telepathic. I took out my phone and just saw a message that was sent out. It is the news about the confirmed situation in China that is forwarded, and it contains brief science popularization of various protective measures. I slid up and found that I received the last message. It was already in April last year.

"Dad, don't worry about me, is there enough disinfectant for masks? I will send some back?" I said.

His text message back: "Yes."

Really simple.

Our relationship is a bit awkward. Is it so awkward when I’m younger when I don’t remember things, I don’t know, and there is no one to verify; but since the fourth grade of elementary school, one day I ran into him with an aunt, and then our father was alone. Speaking is always a little bit responsive. We never talked about it, but I think he should have seen me at that time and knew that I saw him.

Apart from this, I can't think of any reason that caused the current relationship. It should be said that there is no other reason: my dad's sense of existence is quite weak. I remember one time he took me home and bought a popsicle on the way; another time, I was about to go to high school, and he suddenly asked me how I was doing. Otherwise, I really don't remember anything about him. He didn't say a word even when my mother pierced the big hole. He never complained to me.

Lao Huang greeted me with a smoky suit. I was guilty of nausea, rolled my eyes, and couldn't help laughing at the end.

Old Huang said: "One of us must be a peacemaker."

I didn't answer the call.

"At the same time, he can't just be a good gentleman."

I didn't look at him straight: "Do you mean the boss?"

"It depends on how you look at it." He dangled his head when he spoke. "Besides, who in our team can take on this important task?"

My slightly more serious gaze could only move away from him, looked out the window, and finally said, “Vietnam is very challenging. It’s best to be able to see it on the ground, but a lot of things have to be deliberated this year. It’s easy to send someone now, but when can I come back? There are limitations to online communication or wired communication. If only I could have a helper."

"Do you want new people?"

I smiled at him: "Then I told the boss last year."

Old Huang said silently: "Call the name."

I pretended to think for a while, and then said, "How about Ruben lending me?"

Xiaoding is the BBC, in the company, everyone calls him Ruben.

Old Huang reluctantly gave up his love, nodded slowly and said: "I will talk to the boss."

"You are the best person." I winked, "Lunch?"

He shrugged: "Let's go."

Now is the time for unanimous external parties. We have reconciliation intentions here. Of course, Kevin also needs to release some kind signals. Sanjie was the one who had the least conflict with us. I was not surprised when he invited me to dinner that night. I briefly exchanged the intentions of the respective bosses. I think he is too tired. They are all wage earners. Why bother with each other? So I suggested that it would be over after a simple dinner, so that I could rest early. Sanjay has never worked with me. Seeing that I usually dress up, I might think that Kevin and I are the same kind of people. Hearing this, I felt he was obviously relieved, and he was obviously unwilling to spend too much time on such flamboyant social interactions.

I went home before nine o'clock. Today I tore off the sofa's membranes and pushed them one by one to the place I had previously imagined. There was no much noise, but the process was a bit longer. I hope my neighbors don't mind. I didn’t do the soft decoration of the house at all: I really didn’t have time to do it. I bought the house as soon as I bought the bedroom and bathroom. I didn’t even put a scented candle in the bathroom. That’s it, it took up a lot of sleep time. . After that, I am afraid that there will be inevitably intertwined plans. Let alone our arbitrariness, BCG may not have enough information. I think I can make appointments in restaurants with better decoration, so that I can kill two birds with one stone, and I can also find some reference for the soft decoration of the house.