woman wearing irish linen shirt

We fought for a while, and she didn't obey the rules at all, and messed up my hair in a few minutes.Not to mention the mess, the perpetrator has not realized that he has made a mistake at all, and he has no sense of guilt: Facing me, my innocent victim, Miss Pande couldn't stand upright with laughter.

I went to the guest bathroom and came out after tidying my hair. I crossed my arms and stood coldly on the side of the sofa: "Have you had enough fun?"

Miss Pan De smiled, and patted the seat beside her: "Sit down."

"No."

"In India," Miss Pender blinked, "it's a sign of good luck when the birthday party rubs someone else's hair."

I gasped. "You really think I'll believe it?"

She started laughing again, and quibbled while laughing: "It's true! Why should I lie to you?"

bad woman.

I sat down at the farthest position from her, behaved well, for fear that she would take the opportunity to make trouble again.

It's not that I'm stingy.

It's not that I'm stingy.

Hair is very important to a person's momentum.

"I have a busy schedule this week, do you want to talk about work today?" I asked, "Of course we can push the schedule back—"

"Now is a good time." Miss Pender sat up, "but I expect a different answer."

I knew she was going to repeat herself, but I asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Third party information."

Miss Pender was never one to let things go.

"I can't give you that. Whether it's logical or technical, I can't provide you with that kind of thing." I brushed my hair, "Believe it or not, I gave it to you today, and tomorrow our company's legal department will give it to you." Can you send me to prison?"

She rested her chin on one hand: "So it's really good to talk about work at home."

"Ok?"

"You talk more humorously than usual," she said.

I'm not in the mood to joke: "Anyway, punitive dismissal is indispensable. As long as a little bit of news gets out, my reputation in the industry will be discredited."

Miss Pan De still looked like she was watching a show: "That's right. You can come to our BCG as you wish."

I simply suspect that she is deliberately avenging herself.

I remained calm, thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Can't you tell me why you need such a thing?"

She seemed a little surprised, and looked at me like a fox smelling blood. After watching for a while, she softly uttered a few words: "No."

I laughed immediately.

good very good.

I'm sure Miss Pender didn't ask for these things for the smooth "optimization" of this project.We are an Internet, grassroots enterprise, open the door to do business, and those false concepts are all for investors; the consulting industry looks glamorous and bluffing, but in the end, it also relies on customers for food.

In the old society, master-student inheritance still needs to be left behind, and those who don’t want to develop short-term projects into long-term businesses, as far as I know, such consultants have changed careers.

My qualifications in the consulting industry are still young, so I don't see the possibility of this project developing.Besides, it's a matter of Miss Pan De's level, and I don't have to worry about people from her own group playing games with her.

In my opinion, this thing is to enrich BCG's database - it's more like killing the chicken and picking the egg.

I'm afraid the meat on our sheep is not easy to eat.

"You know, Yao," Miss Pan De cut off my spreading thoughts easily, "When I want something very badly, there are always some channels that can satisfy my wish. Of course, this may require further research. Aggregated ... and the cake is divided among more people."

I turned my head: "What are you trying to imply?"

"It's nothing." She met my eyes, "And there's always a competitor out there."

I smiled slightly: "Kevin can't get this data."

She touched her cheek, innocently, with a harmless tone: "I know."

Miss Pan De changed the topic: "But what if he asks you?"

I forced myself not to look away, but at this moment, I don't know how wrong I say, and if I say something wrong, I will immediately put myself in a disadvantageous situation.

Miss Pender was different.

She has more energy to spare, her eyes just tease me lightly, as if flirting on business.

I made up my mind and pretended to be stupid: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You'll understand." She ran her fingers over the leather of the sofa. "You'll understand eventually."

Then, caught my hand.

She looked at me and laughed. "Now I'm getting into the idea of ​​discussing business at home. You're still as serious as ever, but people who love to break the rules...have an advantage."

I took a light breath: "I really hope this is the last time we talk about this matter. I think my attitude has been very clear, not all bids can be sold - can you give me the most basic decency? "

Miss Pender looked at me, but said nothing.She sat up straight, stroked her lips with one hand, and looked a little more solemn than before.I'm not sure what she's thinking, and she doesn't seem to want me to guess riddles.

I felt something in my heart, and Miss Pan De said: "I will say it for the last time. Later or earlier, I will get the information I need. Of course, the price may be different... and I also respect your principles. It's just, Yao, I really hope this information comes from you, directly or indirectly. I am very optimistic about you."

I frowned slightly.

What do you mean?

Miss Pender took a sip of water, crossed one arm, and imperceptibly announced the end of the conversation.She did give me the decency I asked for, but there was a great mystery behind that giving.

It is impossible for me to take the initiative to choose to be at a disadvantage, and then ask.

However, my solidity is solid, and my position is undoubtedly in chaos.

She put down the water glass and looked at me with very light eyes, like a gust of wind under the white clouds: "I think you want to go home first tonight? Some people may want to stay up late thinking."

I leaned in and smelled her neck.Miss Pender is always delicious.

She froze for a moment, as if she didn't expect my actions, but then put her arms around me, rubbing the back of her head with her palms, and said softly, "itch."

"Don't mess with my hair." I sniffed her. "I'm not going back. In our house, it's tradition for birthday people to feel happy. You need me."

"Move your hands away." She glanced at me, "I won't believe your nonsense."

"You rubbed my hair again!" I pressed her down, "Don't scratch it anymore!"

Miss Pender giggled: "You are so stingy."

"The most you can do is rub my hair at that time." I told her that I was not stingy, "and you can't mess it up. Long hair takes a lot of energy to take care of, you know it."

She raised her eyebrows: "What is 'that' time?"

I whispered in her ear, "It's the right time to talk dirty."

"Yao!"

I took a breath: "Stop grabbing my hair!"

I was out of shape all Friday.I didn't sleep much the day before, and I had a lot of backlog of work. Meetings, big and small, came one after another, with no end in sight, not to mention thinking about Miss Pande's informative warning.

I tend to think that it is a warning from her, a kind of warm reminder with evil intentions: of course, her kindness is also mixed, depending on how I understand it, her subordinates in some form, her client employees, Or the object of her romantic relationship.

I had a gut feeling that Miss Pender was telling me the truth.

There is no evidence to stand alone, but there are too many clues behind this "history" of hers to endorse it.

First of all, the concerns of the big boss can be clarified.Not only did the group have very clear ideas about the personnel arrangement after the blood exchange, but this consideration was close to taking shape, so that the BCG, which was acting as the executioner, already knew where to put the knife.

Is it Kevin?

Kevin was the group's favorite from the very beginning, and the twists and turns in the past few months were just tests and beatings on the prince?

I'm not sure.I just vaguely feel that this possibility is unlikely. Almost all of the group's wholly-owned subsidiaries are growing rapidly, and none of them has placed a professional manager in such a key position as the CEO.Kevin's professional accumulation is limited. If it wasn't for some kind of office balance, if I were in charge of personnel in the group, I would rather hire someone else from the outside.

Even if he is indeed the only candidate, Miss Pender's search for executives must be true.I judged that Kevin was in the same state as us in the first few months, his eyes were all darkened, and he couldn't guess what kind of fairy fight was going on above.

But the situation is changing day by day.Now what does he know, and more importantly, what does he want me to do on the weekends?

I can't guess.

Who is it that asked for this third-party core document, BCG?group?

Is this a trap?

I can't give it out.According to my usual bright mind and the red line drawn by my bright mind, it is impossible for me to step on the line.Past experience has taught me that human nature is evil, human beings are weak and ugly, and because of this, to maintain human nature, we must learn to persevere.

But if you really rely on reason in everything and follow the rules...

I can't be in a trance after talking about work for 10 minutes.

What on earth is Miss Pender trying to tell me?

On Saturday morning, I went out for a jog while taking out the garbage. When I came back, I bought several drinks and low-calorie snacks. I climbed the stairs to go home. When I arrived at the door, I felt that my quadriceps were close to strike.

Such intense training, day after day, even until she was 30 years old, how could she endure it?

The HIIT with a higher level of difficulty completely scrapped my cardiopulmonary function.

I turned on the ventilation in the second bedroom and mopped the floor. I managed to tidy up the few sweatshirts piled up in the cloakroom.The clutter of the house is always more pleasing to the eye than the constant mysteries happening in the corners of the world. As long as you start from scratch, even if you only pick up a piece of clothing at the beginning, the house will always be tidy one day.

The world is different.

Philosophy and physics span tens of millions of years, and generations of people have devoted all their logic and love to find the truth and explore puzzles.

Is the answer 42?

There is no absolute truth in the world.