Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Today we talked very openly. The boss shared his concerns and opinions with me unreservedly. After all, our positions are similar, and we are very pessimistic about the future of the company and the prospects after the split and reorganization. He chose to leave at this moment, his position is glamorous, and his bargaining power is the strongest. This is a blessing.

I was still hesitating whether to go with him, but the boss seemed certain that I would stay, and gave me a lot of advice, and told me that I was welcome to talk to him at any time.

Because the atmosphere was just right and the contradiction between the group and the company, I also asked him clearly. It is said that he is an old man of the company, but he knows no more than me. I just heard that the chairman of the group and our big boss have indeed been at odds in recent years. There are some ideas about whether the expansion of new markets should be focused on Brazil or China. Contention.

In this regard, people with first-line work experience must agree with the judgment of the big boss. There are wolves in the north of China, and tigers in Hangzhou. Shanghai has also emerged as an upstart who cannibalize the sinking market like an ant colony. Even a global hegemon like the Rainforest Company can't take advantage of the cheap market. Our domestic foundation is still weak, and it is really not suitable to venture into it. Throwing money into the water is easy. The most indispensable thing in our group now is money; but if we only hear a sound...how can we explain to shareholders?

Shareholders only want to "broken their wrists."

This place in Singapore is very interesting. A multi-ethnic society, mainly Chinese, pursues an efficient and neutral approach, and is a model of a small country in terms of diplomacy. However, at the economic level, the "outside" is very serious: in the Internet field, companies that can be named are either domestic capital behind them, or the founders are simply domestically born and come here through projects such as SM2. And based on various considerations, I chose to cultivate here.

Let’s not talk about our company. Backed by the group, behind the group is inextricably linked. In the end, you can always see a certain southern giant. A few years ago, this giant accounted for more than 30% of the shares. As for the company next door, it is basically a "outpost of a certain company in Southeast Asia", and even the CEO has been airborne from China. It's a pity that the office struggle over there is more intense. After less than a year of staying together, the people went back again.

People's local market is not divided enough, to open up wasteland to Southeast Asia, do you still want to enter?

It's really how bold people are and how productive the land is; I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it, I'm afraid that I won't think of it.

Maybe this is why our group chairman has already become a billionaire, and I am still working.

I called the capitalist.

"It's off work?" Miss Pande said lightly, "I was at the Sands Hotel, and the dinner with the client ended very early today, but I almost didn't eat anything. Are you in the company?"

"I'm at home." I unconsciously smiled a little more. "It sounds like your Friday has a perfect ending."

She was very gentle: "You can't inquire, Yao. We have set the rules."

"I'm so jealous." I said, "You can choose when to follow the rules and when you don't. I have only a monotonous position."

She laughed softly, and then said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I'm wondering if I have the honor to meet this lady who is talking to me." I cleared my throat. "Is it too sudden if I invite you to dinner?"

I didn't expect the meeting with a third party on Friday to end so quickly. I started planning almost as soon as I noticed this gap. She has a full schedule tomorrow. If I don't meet tonight, I don't know when I will have to wait.

Life is short, and girls must learn to take the initiative.

Miss Pande's voice slowed down a little: "You mean, is it like a date?"

"Yeah. The restaurant where you wanted to go for lunch has already opened. I just booked the last outdoor seat for tonight five minutes ago." I said deliberately, "A Friday night that ends work early is perfect for a date. , I was wondering if anyone would appreciate it."

Miss Pan De took a breath: "If I don't go, who do you plan to meet?"

"Well..." I tried my best to keep quiet, while secretly expecting her to promise, "Will you come?"

The Raffles Hotel has been renovating in recent years. After all, it has been in existence for more than a hundred years, and the catering department is pretty good. The chocolate cake is especially well done, rich in layers, delicate and high-quality: the price is of course also high-end, but it is worth the money. We are dining in the courtyard today. Large wooden tables and chairs are placed under the umbrellas. The floor lamp behind the sofa is already lit. The white colonial buildings are bathed in the dusk, and people can vaguely glimpse the past.

I have an appointment tonight.

Miss Pan De was staring at me and lowered her head, and whispered: "Why are you smiling like that?"

"I like to watch you sit in a place with a nice view." I feel a little silly smiling, "You look so good."

"Don't make trouble." Miss Pande supported her chin with one hand, just covering her mouth, as if I couldn't tell that she was smiling too, "The weather is good now, it's cool, and there is a little sunlight. At noon I am It was still raining when I came out."

"Well, the weather forecast says it will rain heavily. If you want to go out to talk about things, you'd better not wear clothes that call you that." I said, "No matter how good a suit is, you can't help it being washed away by heavy rain. You are really good to wear brown, yes. Did you sign a cooperation agreement with any earth-colored elves when you were young?"

"There is nothing in this world..." She finally couldn't help but smile, "Forget it, I shouldn't try to refute it at all."

My mind moved with Miss Pande. She is undoubtedly beautiful, no one can question this, but under the smooth outline, in the deep eyes, I found something more fascinating.

Regardless of work or life, she seems to be at ease. This requires strong confidence and courage, wisdom, and opponents. Miss Pan De is calm and cunning, like a flame in the middle of the night, warmer than fire, deeper than fire, and closer to eternity. It seems that every creation in this world is full of love for her, and never lacks too much, as if she pawned good luck and paid a high price for her beauty.

And she was favored by good luck, like a template for a darling.

Miss Pan De is far better than the template.

She is more vivid. I think back to every confrontation, her victory, her anger, her praying mantis behind... Time and fortune are all on her side, and I-is she merciful to me?

Do not.

She can't help me.

Miss Pan De is still more like water. The water is gentler, more delicate, and more powerful. The dry river bed in my heart has recovered again. At first, it was only light rain. It was veritable rootless water, and I don't know where it came from.

Before paying attention, there was already a creek. And when the water flows through the cavities, the scars, and the opposing gullies, it becomes unstoppable. It finally hit me, the precursory mist was dense like a sharp sword, and the dangerous smell filled my nose. The water mist adhered to my cheeks, my ears, and my skin, like a kiss before death.

But I was bold again.

Let me be careful of her?

She should be careful of me.

The dusk was swallowed by dark clouds in an instant, and there was a thick black meaning in the gray clouds in the distance. The rain came down almost in an instant, and the night drove the last warmth of the sunset to the sky, silently strangling it to death, and there was no gentleness. The sound of rain isolates us under the umbrella, and the brightness of her face depends on me: as long as I move and block the light, she will be lost in the evening rain.

If I want...

I let out the light source of the floor lamp, almost eating sideways. I cut the old and spongy potato cakes, and I asked, "Can you see the food clearly?"

"I was thinking," Miss Pan De deliberately said, after being silent for a moment, "If you can't see clearly, it might be better."

"No matter how delicious it is, there is nowhere to go. The food here is so bad that it seems to be left over from the morning buffet. I dare say that some hotel staff meals are above this level." I joked with her. "People in the catering department should reflect on it."

"You have to reflect too." She put a piece of something into her mouth, "The worst second date dish I have ever used."

I covered my mouth and cleared my throat: "The store you chose, although it is a few weeks ago. I am not responsible."

Miss Pan De obviously disagrees, took a breath, raised her head, and looked at me with a look that she didn't know how to refute. Just when I thought she was about to give up, Miss Pan De spoke up: "I will give four stars."

"Four stars out of five stars?" Seeing her affirmation, I was almost dumbfounded, "You are too generous. If it were me, I could only give the environment one star, and the food would lose two stars at most-this is already extra mercy. It’s a staple food that doesn’t even care about placing the plate, and it’s not even comparable to the rice **** in the convenience store. Let me make up for it by buying you a third meal. I promise I will find a store worthy of ten stars."

She suddenly lowered her head and laughed. The rain is too strong, and Miss Pande’s laughter has been swallowed up by the white noise, only her trembling shoulders and the corners of her mouth that evoke incessantly reveal her mind. Miss Pan De seemed to be really happy, even I couldn't help being infected, her hand movement stopped, just looking at her.

If there is no **** in this world, no cause and effect, then I must be very lucky.

How could there be such a lovely woman?

My heart was pounding, as if she was temporarily taking over, and she controlled all of them.

And I am willing.

"Well, I'm sorry." She cleared her throat a little, with a smile on her face, "I will tell you my scoring standards. Before that-of course, even if you can't find any reason, I'm willing to talk to you. Eat the third meal."

She looked at me: "No matter how boring this second meal is, and how bad the weather is, I still enjoy it."

heavy rain. The waiters ran back and forth repeatedly, and the guests who moved indoors showed a slight hurry. Everything was washed away by the heavy rain in the city center on the evening of July 3rd. The curtain of water traps us in place, isolates us, and connects us.

My ears burned all at once.