The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Manager Lu was so excited that he said, "She is about the same age as me, how can we be similar? People would believe her if she said she was unmarried."

"Oh?" Mr. Zhao sighed, "Sure enough, beautiful and virtuous women have all been married off early!" He seemed to be feeling sentimental about his situation as a bachelor.

"It's better to marry well than to marry early." Manager Lu drank a glass of wine and shook his head slightly: "She is quite pitiful when you think of her."

Although his words were full of pity, he was in high spirits at the moment, his face was flushed, and his eyes were pink, which was really inconsistent with the context. Manager Lu reached out and smoothed his slicked-back hair that was firmly fixed with hairspray.

"Is Miss An in trouble?" Mr. Zhao was puzzled and looked worried. Anyone could see that he was concerned.

Actually, it’s just a divorce.

Mr. Zhao was amused. He had been drinking a lot some time ago, and when he and Manager Lu were talking about everything, he had forgotten why. He casually praised Secretary An for her good looks and suitable family life. At that time, Manager Lu mysteriously told him that she was divorced and seemed to have a daughter. He also joked that if he didn't mind, he could take her home and put her in a vase as soon as possible. I don't know if Manager Lu forgot what he said after getting drunk? Or did he want to be a matchmaker for him in the presence of the two superiors? Today, he actually brought up this topic again, and he did have a stronger interest in Miss An through his recent deliberate observation. But after all, she is Boss Ding's person, and he can't be misunderstood as wanting to steal business secrets through Miss An. Maybe Manager Lu also has this consideration and scruples in his words.

Speaking of which, Manager Lu saw that the time was right and was about to reveal the secret when he heard Manager Lu sigh. Several people turned around and saw that it was Manager Lu who accidentally knocked over the wine glass. He was trying to save his cell phone that was spilled with wine. He took the tissue handed to him by Mr. Zhao and wiped it while saying self-deprecatingly: "Sorry, sorry, I'm not drunk! I just accidentally knocked it over."

The others all burst into laughter. The one who emphasized that he was not drunk was the one who was drunk, so Manager Lu must be really drunk.

President Ding raised his wrist to check the time, and the others immediately understood and said polite words like it was late and they would not come back until they were drunk another day.

At the door of the bar, Ding Hong insisted that Mr. Zhao leave first, but Mr. Zhao refused and declined again and again. After being persuaded by Manager Lu and Lu Hua, he finally got in the car and waved goodbye again and again.

"Boss, your car is here." Lu Hua ran up to open the back door without waiting for the car to stop. His face was not as red as a pig's liver, but it was bright red.

Ding Hong nodded, stepped into the car and said, "Everyone get in."

Manager Lu and Lu Hua were stunned. The boss wanted to send them home? This... was inappropriate.

Manager Lu leaned over and said to Ding Hong, who was resting with his eyes closed in the car, "Boss, how can I trouble you?"

"You can't drive after drinking."

You can call a designated driver or a taxi. The two of them had a tacit understanding but didn't say it out loud. They thought, could the boss have something to tell them? Seeing the boss's resolute expression, the two of them immediately understood what he meant. Without hesitation, Lu Hua gave up the seat in the back row next to the boss to his immediate superior, and sat in the front passenger seat.

The car started slowly.

The car is quiet.

The two subordinates were waiting for their boss to speak, but not only did he not want to talk, the pressure he released from his body seemed... not auspicious...

"Lü Hua."

"Hey..., boss, I'm here." Ding Hong called his name without any warning, which really startled Lu Hua so much that his whole body trembled, and his confused brain instantly became clear.

“How many big clients do you have?”

"The previous manager Zhang transferred three clients to me including Mr. Zhao, and Manager Lu gave me a group client. I recently developed two new clients myself. Although they are not very mature yet, they have great development prospects." Lu Hua was full of confidence and answered fluently about the boss's temporary business ability assessment.

Ding Hong snorted coldly, and the driver Xiao Yangjun in the car trembled in his heart when he heard it, wondering where his boss's displeasure came from.

"Thank goodness you only have these few clients. If you had more, I wouldn't have enough secretaries."

As expected, Manager Lu secretly praised himself for being alert. He had intentionally knocked over the wine glass to interrupt the topic. It turned out that it was not because of his suspicion, but because of his deep insight into his boss's micro-expressions.

So that's what happened. Lu Hua was terrified that he had accidentally offended his boss. He quickly reflected on the scale of his words during the meal and thought about how to apologize and make amends.

But he didn't have time to think about it. He just heard the boss speak again, and the topic was still directed at him: "Where should I put you? Tell Xiao Yang quickly."

The boss ordered him to leave! Why didn't he give him a chance to apologize and repent?

"Manager Lu, please go on..." Xiao Yang asked in a friendly manner. Having been a personal driver for several years, he certainly knew Ding Hong's temperament and the meaning of his words. Since the man sitting next to him was unable to recover for a moment, he had to help him. After all, there were very few people who could respond quickly to such a ruthless act by their boss.

"Here... here is fine." Lu Ye had no time to distinguish the directions. He just pointed outside the window and heard a "click". The car had stopped steadily on the side of the road and an unlocking sound was heard at the same time.

It was Xiao Yang's voice again that entered the buzzing eardrums: "Please be careful on the way." Lu Ye almost tumbled out of the car in a panic, bowed and bent down while closing the door and saying goodbye. But no one in the car responded. As the door slammed shut, when he stood up and looked up, the car had already driven away.

Looking around, he wailed, "Please at least drop me off at the bus stop so I can see where the stop is!"

inside the car.

Manager Lu had sweat dripping from his temples and apologized, "I'm so sorry, boss. I didn't instill our company's corporate culture in Lu Ye, so he still has some bad workplace habits."

"Yes." After a moment of silence, Ding Hong said, "I know his strengths, and I also know that he has worked hard since joining the company. He has done a good job. The western business is waiting to be developed, and there is more room for him to play there. He will be transferred there after the press conference is over."

"Okay." Manager Lu understood that his boss' words were final, and there was no room for maneuver. He cursed Lu Ye for being so eager for quick success that he ended up in a place far away from the headquarters.

"What about you? Where do you get off?"

Oh, I guess I can't escape the fate of being driven away. Manager Lu pretended to look out the window to indicate that this place was enough. At least the boss gave Xiao Yang some face and let him drive to the subway station with a big light sign in front.

Like Lu Ye, Manager Lu bent down to say goodbye. When he saw the car disappear out of sight, he picked up his phone and dialed Lu Ye's number. The moment the call was connected, the other party's crying rang out, but he was interrupted fiercely: "Shut up, you can still cry when you know the result of your punishment! Now, immediately, go back to that bar!" He had to severely reprimand this incompetent subordinate. He had wanted to train him to be his right-hand man in Sun Technology, but now all his plans were disrupted. He also caused him to be angry with the boss. It was really unlucky!

An empty taxi happened to drive by, so Manager Lu wasn't too unlucky. He waved his hand and got into the car.

You, you.

Thinking back, Ding Hong took a sip of water from the cup beside him. I didn't expect that you, a middle-aged divorced woman, are so charming that you are not to be underestimated. You are not willing to let go of young and old men. What am I? Who else can you attract? It's really exciting.

The flight attendant smiled and asked if he needed more water, but Ding Hong shook his head and refused, slowly closing his eyes and preparing to take a nap. He refused to let a woman intrude into his rare idle brain and take up his precious time.

You are such a fool, such a big fool. As he felt sleepy, Ding Hong couldn't help but curse to relieve his frustration.

But he never reflected that his anger was just asking for trouble.

In the workplace, it is common for men and women to have fantasies and ambiguous feelings when they spend more than eight hours together. Although the morals of today's society are declining, only a few people take action after all, and most of them are just brain exercises to adjust the tense and monotonous life. If Ding Hong had not cared too much and was not a domineering and protective person, what would Qin Lang and Zhao Zong be? Let alone An Yi's current situation, when she first entered the workplace, it was not surprising that she was pursued openly and flirted with secretly, although it was not continuous.

Although An Yi has a kind heart, she is not stupid and can be deceived. On the contrary, she is a senior executive assistant. She is naturally distant and knows how to avoid risks between men and women. She seems gentle and amiable, but she is the most difficult to get close to.

I have to say that love is wonderful. It can confuse the mind of a smart and capable person without him realizing it. It's interesting.

As the plane landed safely, the business class passengers were the first to step out of the cabin under the guidance of the flight attendant's gestures. When Ding Hong walked down the gangway and had not yet stood firmly, the black suitcase in his hand was snatched away by someone.

Turning around, he saw a burly bearded man grinning at him, "Surprised? Unexpected? Didn't expect that I would come to pick you up at the airport in person?"

Ding Hong just gave the other person a look of disgust and walked directly towards the big-brand sports car whose door opened like a wing.

"You actually recognized my car at first sight. You really know what it is!"

"Such a flamboyant color is only suitable for you."

"How dare you say that to me? Your cars are the weird ones."

"Mine is unique in performance, but yours is hard to describe in words in color."

"You are such a country bumpkin! These are the colors I personally mixed and will soon set off an international trend."

"as long as you are happy."

"Venomous tongue! I must have nothing better to do than to run over here to pick you up."

"Do you think it takes courage for me to sit on it?"

The other party immediately retaliated by slamming the brakes and swerving on the vast road. This action once again triggered a disgusting verbal sparring. The two friends finally had enough of their verbal sparring and stopped.

At this time, the car had already driven out of the airport through the special channel on the apron.

"My subordinates were stopped by you?" Ding Hong got to the point.

"Yes, my car can only seat two people, so I have to take a bus to bring them here."

The person who replied, the owner of the luxury car, was Pan Yang, a primary school classmate of Ding Hong. The two were sworn enemies back then, and Ding Hong's nickname "Little Red Bird" was widely known in the school, thanks to Pan Yang. When he was in junior high school, Pan Yang moved south with his father's company and transferred to another school. They did not cross paths again until he went to school in a college in a neighboring city abroad.

The two recognized each other as soon as they met. Real men are broad-minded. They laughed away their grudges and played together from then on until they returned to China and lived in different cities again, but they never lost contact.

"I've already agreed to take you on this project, why? Are you worried about keeping an eye on me?" Ding Hong sneered.

"Don't tell me, you guessed half right. My father praised you highly and told me to hold you close. If the money invested this time is wasted again, I will have to go back and serve as his soldier."

"The outside world's evaluation of us is: We are not afraid of the second generation of rich people living a life of luxury, but we are afraid of them investing in starting businesses." Ding Hong laughed sarcastically.

In fact, this is not self-mockery. Whenever any of his companies, even a small business that he just invested in for fun, has a slight mistake or negative news, the next day, the economic, entertainment, legal and even parenting sections of major networks will analyze in depth and from various angles how he cheated his father and how he has no talent for business. It seems that everyone is looking forward to him proving the famous saying that wealth does not last for more than three generations.