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After get off work this week, I took the time to write a map, trying to look at the problem from the perspective of BCG, and reverse their company split plan.

Under applied psychology, there is a small but popular branch called criminal profiling, because a large number of American dramas such as "Criminal Minds" are well-known to the audience.This science is much more widely used than is generally believed: Sometimes people find that certain people or certain vehicles are more likely to be stopped by inspectors, and what is revealed behind this is actually a kind of naive predictive profiling.

The accuracy of this science is not high at present, and it is far from reaching the level of independent application.

The same is true for reversing other people's plans.

We already know that the main purpose of the resource integration project that BCG came to our company to implement is to separate the European and Asian departments from the company and establish new subsidiaries.This is an end as well as a means, and what is behind it is, I guess, dissatisfaction with the founder faction.

Ms. Pan De's criteria for finding a CEO of a new company, and the information disclosed by Jocelyn, both prove this point from the side, and the source of that dissatisfaction is likely to be the chairman of our group.

I have nothing to do with the chairman, and trying to get past Miss Pender is no easy feat.I can't do the two kinds of military planning, and secondly, I can't do these two. If I want to run my errands well and keep the company safe, it's best to leave a way out. I have to focus on the specific split and reorganization plan.

The mega-team model can already be clearly defined as a framework for corporate restructuring.As for the actual method, Miss Pan De has also made it clear, it depends on how to understand it.

Earlier, she inadvertently mentioned something about the new company's personnel structure, asked for my opinion, and even expressed her expectation for reporting in documents.According to this analysis, these external department members absorbed into the department are not so much a communication bridge between the department and the original department to which it belongs, but rather a bridgehead for each department to establish in the new company.

Then we will be cautious in selecting candidates, and BCG may have to give opinions.

This is a point that can be delayed.

But this hodgepodge, how do I think it is unreliable, and colleagues who know a little bit about business will definitely not be fooled by them; let alone deliver with the head of the client on the bright side, the big boss.What is Miss Pan De relying on as her confidence, so that the big boss must nod to this?

And on Tuesday she suggested that BCG would not be shy about exposing its actual intentions.

why?

Countermeasures must also be carried out.Even if the boss doesn't mention it, I have a vague feeling that the work is difficult to carry out.There is no progress for Lao Huang, and it is unrealistic to turn the tide, and it is unrealistic to rely on hard thinking, and one has to wait for the right time.

Now we are at a loss, whether Xiao Ding and Chen can be used is the key.

I already have a vague plan for what I want to hand over to Xiao Ding, and it depends on him how to implement it.Since Rubendin has been confirmed to be available and has good abilities, I can give it a try.The difficulty is still on Raymond's side. The "Tai Chi" team is currently rushing to the forefront, and the workload is too heavy. If Xiao Chen can help, it will undoubtedly be a timely rain for Raymond.

On Saturday I ironed all day clothes.I'm going back to work in the company next week, the office is very cold, and the sleeves of the jacket are wrinkled.I am eager to try: I can finally return to the main battlefield and deal with people face to face. I feel like a fish in water. For some people in the future, I am afraid that it will not be as easy as it has been in the past two months.

The Monday morning rush hour subway was as bustling as a can of sardines.People were stuffed in the masks, as if they kept the suffocation of the moment they left the water until they died-I suddenly felt that I didn't feel like I was in it.

I couldn't be more excited.

The office seemed much emptier than usual, and the boss who was supposed to belong to Group A was far away from me.There is no way, groups belong to groups, but when there is an important meeting, no matter who has to go beyond the rules.As soon as I sat down, Lao Huang winked at me, and he just cut his hair, and he looked much refreshed.

"He's in good shape." I went over to greet him with my water glass in my arms.His arms stretched the sleeves of the T-shirt to the full, and he looked very powerful.

"Thank you. Touch it?" He flexed his arms, exposing his biceps like chicken breasts, and swayed in front of me.

I rolled my eyes: "I'll complain to you in the afternoon."

"No one praised me." His tone was a little disappointed, "I went to show the boss just now, and he was very perfunctory."

"You exercise for yourself, and praise is not a by-product." I decided to comfort Lao Huang, "What is your current arm circumference? Is it over 35?"

"35?" He said in a strange way, "Forty when he was congested!"

I don't have any idea about men's arm circumference. I only know that it is a relatively important indicator. Hearing his emphasis, I still don't understand why he cares so much about the difference of five centimeters.

It may be a male talent to care about the slightest difference in such subtle places.

Just like women care about waist size.

By the way, I haven't gained a single catty in the past two months, and I have maintained my body shape very well.

"You're really good." I comforted him hypocritically.

"Is this your new hobby?" His head moved.Although wearing a mask, we are so familiar, I know he must have pouted at the water glass in my hand.

"Yeah. I need to drink more water, it's good for my skin," I said.At this time, more children came one after another. I backed away a little and said, "The people who praise you are almost here. Go and show off your forty arm circumference."

Old Huang rolled his eyes skillfully.

After all, it was two months since I had seen a real person, so everyone felt a little fresh.Two colleagues even came over to my desk and exchanged greetings about my physical condition.I've recovered from the flu long ago and am in great spirits, showing them the earrings I recently bought online.

But the closer it got to noon, the worse my spirits became.

Miss Pender invited me to dinner.

And it's not even a meal.Eating is an activity full of humanistic significance. Since ancient times, the Mianchi meeting has been about eating, right?The Hongmen Banquet is for dinner, right?Even if Zhao Kuangyin wanted a drink to release his military power, he had to eat first.First of all, there must be a table, there must be a meal, there must be people to enjoy it with, and it is best to have something to talk about at the table.

These three examples seem to be bad omens?

It does not matter.It is important to eat, it is very sacred.

At least not two people wearing suits worth several thousand Singapore dollars, sitting by the flower bed, each holding a six-inch sandwich, and wearing a mask on the sleeve after the end.

——It can’t be called eating like this.It's called Hongmen Banquet.

Did I mention it before the Hongmen Banquet?

"No one will believe that you are a partner of BCG." I stretched my legs straight, and I was wearing pants today, fearlessly, "It was so efficient, we even stayed at the flower bed and had a working lunch. "

"Oh...Yao," she smiled apologetically, "I didn't know that store wasn't open yet. Let me make it up, okay? Are you free on Wednesday at noon?"

"Raffles Court is not open at noon on Wednesday. The sign says 'Closed until July [-]st'." I ate the last bit.Subway's sauces are high in calories. Generally, I choose a twelve-inch whole wheat without any sauce, rather than a six-inch one.But eating too much at noon will make the brain sleepy, which is not conducive to the following work; another extremely minor reason is that I am too embarrassed to eat a twelve-inch sandwich in front of her.

"What are we going to talk about today?" I asked.

She shook her head slightly: "We can talk about it the day after tomorrow. I'll treat you to lunch. Today, as you said, this can't be considered a working lunch."

"So what I just ate was work?"

Miss Pande was amused by me, she covered her mouth and laughed, and accidentally rubbed some sauce on the back of her hand.

I subconsciously raised my hand and pressed it down again, took out a tissue and handed it to her: "It's a little stained on my hand."

"Thank you!" She wiped off the sauce, wiped her mouth with the remaining sheet, and said, "Is there any more?"

"One more." I pointed to the corner of my mouth.

She took a new tissue and handed it to me.

I froze for a moment, I didn't eat the sandwich with sauce?But then I came back to my senses: Miss Pender had already approached me.

I immediately turned my back.After I recited it all, I realized that I didn't have a mirror at all. I usually go to the bathroom to touch up my makeup.My hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, was it too flustered just now?

I haven't seen her for so long, I have forgotten how much impact she has on me.

I originally thought that I had restrained myself very well in the past month or so, but looking at it today, I have lost everything.

I became distracted again, and compared to before, it turned out to be more intense.

Too useless.

I clicked out the front camera and handed her the phone.Miss Pan De looked at me, she was a little provocative, she took the mobile phone away, and at the end, she took back the paper that was handed to me just now.I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say, and finally chose to remain silent, and put the phone away.

There are two intersections to go back to the company from here.One of the intersections has very short pedestrian traffic time, and we just encountered a long red light when we walked past, so we chatted one after another, I complimented her high heels, she praised my suit tailor.After all, it’s not important anyway, I warned myself not to think about it, but I couldn’t help but speculate: Today she invited me out for dinner, what was she trying to say?

I felt a sudden warmth in my right hand.

Looking up, Miss Pender stood shoulder to shoulder with me, and everyone around me moved forward: the light is green.

I don't even know how I crossed the road, but I remember the crowds, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a car parked in front, with the lights turned on ruthlessly, and the whistling of cars on the road nearby, and she Always by my side.

She took my hand.

I rely on.