The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Hello, Uncle Han!"

"Uncle Han, why are you here so early? Aren't we going to have training in the afternoon?"

"Uncle Han, would you like to have lunch with us?"

"Yes! Yes!"

The meeting room was suddenly noisy with greetings and pleasant surprises. Uncle Han stood among the flowers calmly and smiling, nodding, responding, or chatting. An Yi couldn't help but secretly give him a thumbs up in admiration.

Amy smiled helplessly and raised her voice: "Please be quiet, let Uncle Han speak first. But there is a surprise!"

As expected, everyone quickly fell silent and looked at Uncle Han expectantly.

Uncle Han showed his signature harmless smile: "Girls, these two days of training must have been very tiring. I came here specially to treat you all to a meal. Please give me some food, please?"

"That's great! But we have a working lunch at noon..." After her joy, Helen turned to look at Amy with a little hesitation.

Amy smiled and said, "Uncle Han told me about this plan a long time ago, so he deliberately didn't let me order food for lunch today."

"Hahaha! Uncle Han, you're so cute!"

"Uncle Han's idea is really thoughtful!"

"Then let's go and come back quickly, otherwise we will be late for the afternoon training."

Uncle Han winked slyly: "Who said the training must be held here? How about we have a dinner table meeting? Anyway, I am the only trainer scheduled for the afternoon."

The conference room was bustling again. The beauties packed their belongings and took the elevator with Uncle Han. They sang and laughed, and the fragrance of the wind was blowing, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Considering the hot weather in July, it was not convenient for them to organize transportation, so Uncle Han booked a restaurant on the top floor of the next building, which was a high-end Japanese restaurant. Several girls were secretly amazed, wondering if Uncle Han had enough money in his wallet! At the same time, they also admired Uncle Han's thoughtfulness and care for them. The delicate and refreshing Japanese food in summer is really the most suitable, especially for office girls who strictly control their diet calories.

In an elegant and cozy private room, on both sides of the long dining table, Uncle Han, as the elder and the one who paid the bill, naturally sat in the main seat, Amy sat in the secondary seat, and everyone else sat wherever they pleased.

After a noisy discussion, the ordered food and drinks were served one after another. With the clinking of cups and plates and bursts of laughter, everyone began to eat. Including Amy, everyone envied An Yi at this moment, because she was the only girl who did not wear lipstick and tasted the various dishes freely and unrestrainedly. The others were all thinking about competing for beauty, and with Uncle Han present, they were unwilling to remove their lip makeup. Fortunately, they were already familiar with the skills of how to avoid lipstick stains. Some of them took small bites to eat delicious food, while others adjusted the angle to put the food into their mouths perfectly without touching their lips. They were all very elegant and dignified. Although their eating speed was greatly reduced, they had to control their diet in order to maintain a slim figure, so they did not have too many regrets when facing the delicious food.

"Xiao An, have you adapted to the job?" Uncle Han's words were heard by An Yi, who was having a comfortable meal in the corner. He looked up, smiled and nodded while trying to swallow the food in his mouth.

Uncle Han couldn't help laughing when he saw this. All the girls were taking this opportunity to chat with him, or listening attentively and nodding their heads. It was called a dinner table meeting, but eating was just an additional thing. They were so relaxed and focused on eating as if no one was around, not even raising their heads.

An Yi finally cleared the food in her mouth and found that Uncle Han was still looking at her with sharp eyes, and the other people were also looking at her with different expressions. The private room, which was very lively just now, was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. An Yi groaned in her heart, but the smile on her lips did not diminish at all: "Thank you Uncle Han for your concern. I have adapted to it." It is okay to complain privately to gain sympathy, but she would not be stupid enough to complain in front of the big leader who represents the company's position.

"Suntech was so busy recently that it really forced you to improve your skills. It's your ability that you can hold on." Uncle Han raised the sake in his hand, and An Yi immediately picked up his own cup, smiled and shook his head slightly with shyness. Then the two of them toasted each other from a distance and took a sip of the wine in their glasses.

After all, it was under the banner of training, so the sake in everyone's cups was just for the occasion and no one actually drank it.

After the "special" attention from Manager Gao and Uncle Han, several general assistants also looked at An Yi differently, and the two girls sitting nearby took the initiative to talk to her.

It turns out that not every general assistant can see the boss often. For example, Selina, who sits opposite her, works in a branch office downstairs from the headquarters. But like Helen, all the documents she needs to sign can only be handed over to Amy to submit to the boss. Unless the boss comes to the branch office for a meeting and needs to take minutes, the boss will arrange tasks and do electronic approval for her through emails and text messages.

Emily, who was standing next to An Yi, was a petite and cute girl who complained even more than Selina. She was the general assistant of a storage and logistics company under the boss' name. The company was called the boss's industry, but in fact it was fully managed by professional managers, and the boss himself never set foot there. Anyway, she had been in the company for nearly a year, and she had never seen the boss's true face.

The two of them revealed a hint of disappointment and unwillingness that was not easily noticed. An Yi understood very well. They were different from him. They were still young and were the most ambitious in their careers. Like Li Xiaomeng, they wanted to make further progress in their positions. He sighed softly in his heart. Times have changed. He was once a hardworking employee at work, but now he is trapped in family affairs. What he expects is no longer the same as these girls.

At this time, Uncle Han raised his glass and stood up, speaking loudly to everyone: "In fact, I am here to treat all the beautiful colleagues to lunch today on behalf of General Manager Xiao Ding. General Manager Xiao Ding asked me to convey to you that the company's smooth operation and steady development are inseparable from all of you here. He is usually very strict with official duties, and being his assistant is very hard. So all of you are excellent talents, and I hope you will continue to assist him in the future. General Manager Xiao Ding also promised to give you a better career development and generous remuneration."

An Yi and others also raised their glasses and stood up, expressing their loyalty to the boss and their deep gratitude to Uncle Han for his message. Then everyone sat down and continued to chat. Uncle Han was a graceful and humorous man, and he often made the beauties smile. Those who were worthy of being the boss's general assistant were all talented and beautiful, and had a good mind and a good tongue. Although it was a pity that the boss could not attend in person, everyone knew Uncle Han's position and weight in the company and in the boss's heart. How could such a good performance opportunity be missed? So Amy, dignified and graceful; Helen, enthusiastic and talkative; Emily, cute and lovely... Everyone was showing their unique and perfect side.

An Yi had a headache. She was old and still had to participate in such a tiring competition. It was just a lunch, but it was like a harem selection. The key point was that the real master was not here. Was it worth it? Looking down at herself, it seemed that being simple and unpretentious and having no desires was very appropriate for her. But in such a warm atmosphere, staying out of it seemed more like seeking fame and posturing. So she had to follow the local customs and stand up to toast Uncle Han, toast with several other people, and greet and compliment each other in a pretentious manner.

Of course, she was sincere and willing to toast Uncle Han. Because of the last promotion incident, although her truthful disclosure to Uncle Han did not have the desired effect, through the boss's interpretation of her personal situation, An Yi guessed that Uncle Han had spoken up for her.

In the end, the lunch lasted more than two hours before it was over. An Yi secretly rubbed her slightly sore mouth and jaw, and sighed that it would be better to listen to the technical director talk about those dizzying product knowledge in the conference room, at least it would not be so tiring, and even her stomach was slightly bloated and painful. What's the point of delicious food if you can't digest it.

Uncle Han was walking and chatting with Amy and the others around him. At this moment, he seemed to glance at the back of the team and saw An Yi following him. He looked like he was wandering in the sky. He looked at the other people following him closely. He was more certain that what An Yi said last time was true. It seemed that this kid was determined to leave. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He could see that Mr. Xiao Ding valued and trusted An Yi more than Amy. But what puzzled him so far was why he had to appoint and reuse someone who was going to leave soon. Did Mr. Xiao Ding have the confidence and means to let An Yi continue to work for him? He still needed to understand Mr. Xiao Ding's intentions and plans when he had the chance.

At the entrance of the building, the girls said goodbye to Uncle Han and said goodbye to each other. An Yi glanced at the people around Amy, who were encouraging and inviting her to the next entertainment activity. At this moment, she was exhausted physically and mentally, and just wanted to go home and have a good rest, so she quietly walked towards the subway station. Behind her, Amy cast a glance at her from the crowd, and then looked away in an instant.

The two-day training ended successfully. According to the boss's requirements, each participant of the training had to submit a summary report.

On Monday night, Ding Hong was half-leaning on the sofa in the hotel's luxury suite, casually opening a few training summaries and reviewing them. Uncle Han had already briefly reported to him the situation of the training and lunch meeting last night, and he knew that everything went smoothly. Originally, this was a training that did not require him to worry too much. He checked the reports of his assistants just to understand their feelings and attitudes towards this training. As expected, in each email, in addition to the necessary overview of the training content, the whole email was full of various praises, a deep understanding of the significance of the training, and full gratitude to his boss, and good words and sentences expressing loyalty and determination were everywhere.

Only, this report was so concise and clear that he could guess who it was without even looking at the name - An Yi! The introduction and explanation of the training content in the letter was reported very seriously, except for a perfunctory thank you note at the end of the article: Thank you very much for the company providing me with such a valuable learning opportunity!

It was so neat and tidy that there was not even a single extra word! Not even a single official line like "I hope you will organize more in the future" or "I hope to participate again in the future" was written.

Ding Hong felt a surge of anger in his heart. He understood why An Yi didn't write. It wasn't that she couldn't, but she didn't want to. The woman was determined to resign and didn't want to give him any misunderstanding or hope. She refused to write even the clichés that were well known and meaningless. Although he knew, understood, sympathized with, and acquiesced to the reason why the woman resigned, she was so resolute that she didn't take into account that he arranged a training that was not planned and necessary, just to distract the woman from her lovesickness. Yes, the woman didn't know about it, so she didn't need to appreciate it. But Ding Hong felt uncomfortable because of the blockage in his chest.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Ding Hong stood up to open it. A beautiful woman in a silky red backless evening dress stood in front of the door. Seeing Ding Hong, she smiled charmingly and gently put her slender, white wrist into the strong arms of the handsome man in front of her. The two walked into the room and the door closed heavily behind them.