The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi was silent for a moment, and then he spoke after organizing his words: "Boss, I did work in that well-known foreign company. My poor English was related to the special nature of the department I worked in before."

Ding Hong crossed his hands in front of his chest, leaned back in his chair and did not speak, but his expression showed that he was listening.

"The products and businesses that our department was responsible for at the time were specifically designed for the Chinese market and industry standards, and were not applicable to other countries and regions. My boss was a very pragmatic person and felt that it would be more practical and effective to recruit people with better business capabilities rather than employees who seemed to meet the requirements of foreign companies. Therefore, unlike other departments, excellent English skills were not listed as a prerequisite."

An Yi looked calm and continued to explain: "Moreover, the previous boss, like you, studied abroad for many years. He did everything himself and was very obsessed with cleanliness at work. In fact, there are returnees in the department, but he feels that no one can express the professional terms and characteristics of the business in English more accurately than he can. His original words were: 'You guys, I will be satisfied if you can express the correct meaning in Chinese. In English, I have to guess and correct mistakes, which is even more troublesome!'" At this point, An Yi couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart, his face full of nostalgia and warmth.

Perhaps she was a little tired, or maybe talking about the past relaxed her mind. An Yi propped up her arm and gently supported her chin with a chuckle: "Anyway, he is the only one who goes to the directors' meeting. He makes the meeting documents and PPT by himself, so the boss feels more at ease. So the reports submitted by our department only need to be in Chinese, and the boss will take care of all the English reports for external use."

"Generally, companies have very high requirements for the position of manager assistant, not to mention that the company is among the top 500. How did you pass the screening of the human resources department?" Ding Hong did not miss any loopholes. At the same time, he also felt that An Yi's former boss was too self-perfecting, and such behavior would make his subordinates lazy, but he did not see such a problem in An Yi. Perhaps he had his own way of controlling his subordinates, which was different from ordinary people.

An Yi secretly complained when she heard this question: The boss is really hard to fool. I just explained so much, but he still found out the unreasonable things. He spoke again in an orderly manner: "It's the same as my current situation. I applied for a small administrative position in the department at the beginning. I have been working for about a year. The previous assistant went on maternity leave, so the boss promoted me to his assistant. Thinking about it this way, I noticed something interesting. Before that, I worked in three companies. It seems that the positions I applied for were not assistants at first, but later I was transferred to assistant positions."

"Have you ever summarized the reasons?" Ding Hong also found it interesting.

"Reason?" An Yi pondered and said, "The first three bosses all had similar evaluations of my work ability, including my personality, and thought I was trustworthy. As you just questioned, the Human Resources Department recommended other colleagues who were more qualified, but they were rejected by my former boss. Later, he forwarded the rejection email to me, and I remember there was a sentence in it: 'An Yi is more likely to gain the trust of me and other members of the department.'"

At this point, she chuckled: "I'm worried about them. What if they misjudge me? Or is it that the words 'trustworthy' are written on my face?"

It was just a casual joke, but unexpectedly I got a response from my boss.

"It's your eyes."

"My? Eyes?" An Yi was even more confused.

"Your eyes are very clear."

"Oh? Clear... is it that easy to judge?"

"Although the saying about the window to the soul is cliché, a person's eyes can really reveal their character and temperament."

An Yi nodded, not quite understanding, but not making any comment. Suddenly, a joke came to her mind, and she opened her eyes playfully towards the stern man opposite her...

Ding Hong was caught off guard and fell into An Yi's slightly dark brown eyes, which seemed to contain shining stars and captured his mind.

But An Yi did not avoid it as he did in the past, but just looked back without dodging or evading.

Time seemed to stand still, and the people, things and objects around them became virtual images. Only the two of them were left alive in the universe.

"Boss, are you sure? If you find that I am not as good as you expected, don't blame me!" An Yi chuckled.

The scenery and time returned in an instant. The noise of the bustling crowd and the music floating in the air filled his ears again. Ding Hong felt as if he had fallen back into this world from a confined space. An indescribable feeling of emptiness knocked him down.

"No, I trust my own judgment more than you." Ding Hong's voice was a little hoarse. He picked up the drink on the table and took a few sips. The cool and refreshing drink instantly relieved his suddenly dry throat.

"Thank you, boss. I will try my best to repay your trust!" An Yi was touched by this recognition and tried to save some face for his English ability, so he said hesitantly: "Actually, my reading and writing skills are still acceptable. After all, emails and notifications between departments are all in English. The only thing I lack is listening and speaking."

"Okay, I see. You don't have much chance to come into contact with this kind of affairs in your job, and I don't expect you to improve your English skills quickly."

An Yi suddenly felt at ease. He immediately put his hands down, sat upright, and nodded respectfully.

Ding Hong was already helpless with this woman's face-changing skills. Suddenly he thought of a question: "You never applied for an assistant position? Do you really dislike it that much?"

"Don't people who are looking for jobs submit a bunch of resumes? As for me, I just want a clerical job, so I also applied for an assistant position." An Yi answered indifferently, but the man opposite him narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? Then why are you so opposed to being my assistant?"

These words shocked An Yi so much that her heart trembled suddenly, and she was immediately annoyed: She was so careless that she lost the battle. She didn't expect that the boss was waiting for her here!

It was rare to see her always coming up with a lot of twisted ideas and being speechless, but Ding Hong was not proud of it. Instead, he was inexplicably angry and wanted to find out more clearly, so he "kindly" reminded her: "I remember all the reasons you mentioned before, there are other reasons, right?"

An Yi didn't dare to answer, but just blinked his eyes, trying to beg for a chance to let him go with a frightened and innocent look, but the boss seemed determined to get to the bottom of it. Did he really want to tell her? Wouldn't that be courting death?

No matter who you are, no matter how well you know your shortcomings, who really likes to hear others point them out to them? If she says it because she doesn't want to endure her boss's bad temper that can explode at any time and be as cold as ice, will her boss let her experience the fun on the spot?

An Yi didn't dare to think any further, and subconsciously bit her lower lip again, ready to fight to the death.

It seems that there is no way to find out today. Ding Hong was defeated again because of his soft heart. He raised his wrist to check the time and returned to his usual cold and serious tone: "Have you finished eating?"

"I'm done eating. I'll clean up right away." An Yi understood that this meant the boss had let him off, and he also knew that he had to rush to meet a client, so he thought it must be time, so he quickened his hands.

"Can you...work overtime this weekend?" There was a barely perceptible hesitation in the boss's usually decisive voice.

But An Yi didn't notice that her brain was weighing the pros and cons quickly, and even her hands paused: Should I work overtime? Youyou was not in China, so it was a good choice to kill time on the weekends. She was originally planning to do so. But the boss's request was different. She was afraid that if she agreed easily this time, what would happen if the boss made similar requests in the future?

Alas, she was so loyal just now, but now she is like this! Ding Hong sighed. He could see what this woman was worried about. Forget it, considering that she had just confessed a lot to him, he reluctantly explained a few more words: "I have accumulated a lot of work during my one-week business trip. If you can help, it will definitely be more efficient. But it is not forced, including in the future. It depends on your willingness."

This made An Yi blush. She was not the kind of person who ignored work, but Youyou was too important to her, and she didn't want to miss a minute with her daughter for any reason. Since the boss had promised, she was relieved and no longer hesitated: "I have something to do at home tomorrow, so I can come to work overtime all day on Sunday. Do you think this is okay?"

She has made an appointment with her parents to go to the bath center tomorrow, of course, to fill the gap left by Youyou's absence, so that the two old people would not miss her too much and feel lonely. But An Yi did not dare to spend too much time alone with her parents, as being alone would easily trigger her parents' worries about her.

Ding Hong nodded without saying anything more, called Xiao Yang and asked him to drive the car over, then he got up and walked out of the restaurant first. An Yi also picked up the packed food and followed him.

I continued to review the few remaining documents on the way and finished them just in time when I arrived downstairs at the client's building.

"Xiao Yang, send An Yi back, and then give the documents that need to be filed at the headquarters to Amy. Then... wait for my call." After saying this, Ding Hong picked up his suit jacket and briefcase and got out of the car. He ignored An Yi's farewell, slammed the car door shut, turned around and strode away. The two people in the car looked at each other in silence, and then they both smiled with relief: The God of Death has finally left!

Xiao Yang started the car again and drove back to the main road. An Yi sorted and packed the documents in the back seat, and finally felt relieved. Seeing Xiao Yang concentrating on driving, An Yi thought that he must be able to see the farce between him and his boss in the rearview mirror. He sighed in grief and anger.

"Miss An, what's wrong? Do you need help?" Xiao Yang's voice came.

"No, no." An Yi waved his hands hastily and smiled awkwardly: "The documents that need to be handed over to Amy have been sorted out. I will communicate with her later. I am sorry to trouble you for your help again, thank you!"

"No, you're welcome, it's just a small matter."

An Yi turned around and picked up a brown paper bag, and carefully reminded: "And this, the boss just ordered a few more burgers, and he asked me to bring them to you. I put it on the small table, don't forget to take it."

Xiao Yang was surprised: "Me? I'm not hungry, please take it and eat it."

An Yi chuckled and shook his head: "I've already eaten a long time ago. Maybe the boss took into consideration that you ate too hastily at noon."

Xiao Yang secretly complained: The boss has never expressed such concern before. Such an unconventional behavior may be related to Miss An.

Seeing that Xiao Yang no longer refused, An Yi thought that Xiao Yang was used to this matter and couldn't help but sigh: "The boss seems strict, but he actually cares about his employees." Thinking of their previous encounter at the intersection, and how he would always wait for her to go upstairs before leaving, plus the self-blame after accidentally scratching her today...it turns out that the boss is very affectionate and loyal in private!

Alas, that's just for you! Miss An. Xiao Yang complained in his heart, but he couldn't tell An Yi about it.