The president is pregnant with a cub after going on a variety show

It is Mr. No. 6.5 on table 2 with a score of 3.

The next day Jian Shuhua knew what was going on with Fang Lin.

Nebula Group works from nine to five in the morning, with a two-hour lunch break.Jian Shuhua does not advocate invalid overtime, so the company's work happiness is extremely high.

Jian Shuhua was sitting in the office at nine o'clock in the morning. Fang Lin hesitated to speak, stopped talking and wanted to speak, wandered around three or four times, finally rushed in from the administrative office, and stood up straight in front of Jian Shuhua's desk.

Seeing him standing in a military posture, Jian Shuhua felt exhausted, and pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit down and talk."

Fang Lin sat down, his expression so tense that he almost forgot to smile, and got up immediately: "Mr. Jian, I'll still stand up and talk."

Jian Shuhua rinsed the teacup, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to him: "Speak slowly."

He took off his glasses and put them by his hand, and gently pinched the space between his brows, which was a little sleepy.

Fang Lin's Adam's apple twitched and swallowed.

"Mr. Jian," his voice was vulnerable like never before, "I, I want to resign."

Jian Shuhua: "Huh?"

This was something he didn't expect. He moved away from the KPI report he was looking at and looked at Fang Lin: "Is there any good place to go?"

Fang Lin was brought out by him alone, from accepting his funding to continue his studies, a blank sheet of paper just out of school, to being his only assistant today.Before Fang Lin, Jian Shuhua had three assistants at one point, for no other reason than Fang Lin was excellent, and good enough.

He has both cultivated feelings for Fang Lin and has known him for many years. This kid has a calm temperament and is not someone who would casually mention resignation.

It is even less likely to be a problem of work pressure. Although Fang Lin takes care of his daily life, he only needs to cook one or two meals occasionally. It is not necessary to remind Jian Shuhua when to eat and not to be hungry for too long, and to bring him some commonly used medicines, etc. Under the circumstances, he will never work overtime during holidays, especially after 6 pm, he will not arrange Fang Lin's new work.

What's more important is that the salary has been paid to a corresponding level - Jian Shuhua knows the basics of employing people. As a leader, only when he protects the interests of the employees can the employees protect the interests of the leader.

Therefore, looking at it comprehensively, Fang Lin has a high possibility of job-hopping. Maybe someone from his peers is poaching someone. Although this child is temporarily an administrative post, the school's gold content is at least among the top [-] in China. I have been in contact with him over the years. Many industry leaders are very promising seedlings.

But Fang Lin denied Jian Shuhua's deduction: "No."

Jian Shuhua raised her brows slightly: "Is that dissatisfaction with the company? Or dissatisfaction with me?"

This time Fang Lin was silent.

Originally full of confidence but was slapped by reality, Jian Shuhua was not in a hurry, and pointed to the chair again: "Sit down and talk, you don't have to be so rigid with me, I will respect your choice, but knowing the employee's willingness to leave is also a The responsibility of leadership, I have the obligation to give you a hand when you go astray."

Fang Lin sat down and looked up at him.

Jian Shuhua quickly caught a detail, Fang Lin did not meet his gaze.This is a cowering behavior, which means that he has a certain fear of himself.If this behavior happened to a grassroots employee who rarely saw her, Jian Shuhua would think it was normal, but as an assistant who was with her almost every day, it was very abnormal.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and asked softly again: "What's the matter, what did you do to apologize to me?"

"No," Fang Lin seemed to finally muster up the courage to look at him, "Mr. Jian, I just feel that my presence here...will have a bad influence on you."

This is also an unexpected answer.

The relationship between him and Fang Lin is quite normal. Fang Lin's ability and education are enough for any company in China, and he is not an employee of Xingyun Group who came in through the back door. How can there be "bad influence"?

Jian Shuhua said "hmm", "For example?"

Fang Lin was silent for a while, this time Jian Shuhua didn't urge him any more.

An atmosphere of silence creates uncertainty, a dilemma, and people who are restless or harboring concerns are often the first to break through.

Sure enough, Fang Lin spoke again: "For example, some people say that you are raising me... raising a little boy... homosexual or something like that."

Unexpectedly, the question that she had speculated for a long time turned out to be the answer, Jian Shuhua almost couldn't help but laugh.

“I answered this question from the media when I held a new product launch event in Philadelphia,” he said. “You should have known about my sexual orientation and my thoughts. Why, now you find out that you are actually homophobic?”

That answer was two years ago, and Jian Shuhua wondered if Fang Lin's homophobic reflex arc was too long, maybe it would have to go around the earth once.

Fang Lin shook his head again: "It's not your problem, it's me, it's..."

His tongue stumbled, and he reorganized the language before continuing: "It's the issue of nurturing."

Jian Shuhua suddenly realized, and he expressed Fang Lin's thoughts in a more popular way: "Some people say that I take care of you, so you think that you have caused such slander for me by working beside me, don't you?"

Fang Lin nodded, with his head hanging down into the table, but he didn't look at him.His tone was very fragile: "Yes, Mr. Jian, you have helped me a lot, and I don't want me to bring you a negative influence."

And added: "When I heard them say that about you, I couldn't help explaining it. I know I shouldn't explain it. The more I explain, the easier it is for them to have something to say, but you didn't hear them talking about you. Those words... are worse than what my grandma at the entrance of the village said, I'm sorry, Mr. Jian, I seem to have made them more energetic by explaining."

Jian Shuhua, the grandmother at the entrance of Fang Lin's family village, was lucky enough to meet her once. She was a 72-year-old lady, thin and thin, and her spirit was infinitely better than the students who dozed off in the university classroom. She had never gone to school and could stand at the entrance of the village. It's not the same as scolding the person who threw her eggs for a whole day.

The content of scolding is rich and varied. It was the first time in Jian Shuhua's life that she saw that there were so many ways to scold others.

Jian Shuhua was straightforward: "Then have you been taken care of by me?"

"No."

"Did you see me raising little boys?"

"No."

"Then are you a little boy?"

The answer is of course no.

"I never pay attention to the matter of being "smeared", nor will I respond to the so-called "black material". These have no impact on me," Jian Shuhua said, "Fang Lin, do you still think Are you overwhelmed by what you hear while working beside me? "

Of course, the word nurturing is not only aimed at Jian Shuhua, but also at Fang Lin.

"No," Fang Lin sighed heavily, "These are nothing to me, but..."

"Then you're still struggling with the previous question."

Jian Shuhua got up as he spoke, and searched for a while in front of the bookshelf behind him. Some of the books here were sent back from Philadelphia one after another a few days ago, and many of them were about to be rummaged through. .

He picked out a green book with his fingertips, turned around and handed it to Fang Lin: "Read the mark on page 114."

Fang Lin didn't know, so he took the book, turned to the designated page, and there was a line of words marked with a pencil: "Human psychology is to gloat, and our purest happiness is to see the people we envy get hurt?"

Jian Shuhua: "Read the mark on page 289."

Fang Lin continued to read: "You can buy a dozen of these online food critics for a dime. Anyone with a mouth and a computer is enough?"

"In the world where people gather, there are only three topics of discussion: bragging about showing off, embellishing others to belittle others, spying on each other and telling stories?" Jian Shuhua said, "Do you understand?"

He leaned back in the office chair, his posture was very relaxed, but with an inexplicable sense of control.

Fang Lin nodded.

Jian Shuhua reached out to him to take the book away, and said, "Recite it again."

Fang Lin: "Huh?"

The corners of Jian Shuhua's lips raised slightly: "Forgot?"

Fang Lin recited it stumblingly. Although he was not very fluent and added some words, the meaning was not bad.

Jian Shuhua nodded, and put the book on her desk.He said to Fang Lin: "If you are for better development, I will congratulate you on leaving and wish you success in the future, but if you are only affected by other people's remarks, I think I should advise you that you are dead. People who have experienced it once should be stronger, others will only see what they want to see, and do you want to take the path they think you are going, or the path you want to go?"

After that, he got up and glanced at his watch: "We chatted for 8 minutes, it is now 9:52, I will approve you to take a paid holiday today, and I will approve it for you when the system submits a business trip. If you still have this idea tomorrow, I don't agree." It will interfere too much with your choices."

Following the sound of the last word, Jian Shuhua also stepped out of the office and walked towards the meeting room.

Today, the strategic development and planning department has an appointment for his 10 o'clock meeting.

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, and didn't realize it until Jian Shuhua had completely walked away.

His cell phone rang, and Fang Lin looked down. On the screen was the name of a friend. Last night he chatted with this friend depressedly until late at night, and asked him to call before ten o'clock today to comfort him that he was unemployed.

He picked it up: "Hello? I told you... I was persuaded... This is the second time he has enlightened me since we two met... Do you come out for lunch? I treat you."

In the conference room, a transparent folder with several sheets of printing paper was placed in front of everyone.

It was a small meeting, and only the manager of the war development department and the director of the planning office participated. Both of them were girls, and they were very capable in wearing a suit and skirt custom-made by the company.

Jian Shuhua briefly flipped through the planning project that was said to be related to him personally.

It is a love variety show called "Let's Get Married", and Nebula Entertainment, a subsidiary of Nebula Group, also participated, mainly to promote the transformation of their own idol artists.

"We believe that building your personal image is also conducive to the development of the group. The other side of the flow in modern society is capital," the department manager said in a gentle voice, with appropriate cadences and sounds very comfortable. The variety show that the company invests in, we hope to specially invite leaders to support us."

"Several well-known young entrepreneurs in China are also involved in the entertainment industry, but the fields are somewhat different. At present, there are..."

She said that at this moment, Jian Shuhua just turned to the page of special guests.

The program group intentionally arranged for an actor to form a CP with him, and a photo taken against the light was sandwiched between the brief introduction.

This is a very qualified artistic photo from a modeling point of view.When Jian Shuhua saw it, his first thought was wildness.

Yes, wild.Although wrapped in a suit that binds human beings in principle, this photo exudes a free and dangerous wildness that belongs to a beast.

The hair is well-clutched, and there are small drops of water on the tips of the thin strands. The water marks spread from the sharp and straight line of the bridge of the nose, slide to the slightly dry lips, and drip on the collarbone.The slight upward movement of the chin highlights the existence of the Adam's apple, and he is wearing the familiar three-piece suit without a shirt.The movement brought up the gap in the neckline, and a trace of water winding down from the collarbone could be vaguely seen.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of eyes that are slightly pressed by the brow bone, like a beast lurking in the dark waiting for the time to ripen.

It is Mr. No. 6.5 on table 2 with a score of 3.

Jian Shuhua's gaze shifted to the introduction next to the photo. There were three words printed in the name column: Lin Zhiyan.

interesting.

The author says:

The human psychology is to gloat, and our purest joy is seeing someone we envy hurt hurt.

You can buy a dozen of these online food critics for a dime.Anyone with a mouth and a computer is enough.

From Chuck Palahniuk's "Guts", the page numbers used in this article are the page numbers of the Kindle version of the electronic paper book.Some sentences in this book are very profound, but it is too dark, so it is not recommended for everyone to read.

There are only three topics discussed in places where people gather in the world: bragging about showing off, embellishing others to belittle others, spying on each other and telling stories.

From García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude.This book is not recommended for young cuties to read_(:з」∠)_