Chapter 41 I'll come down and get it myself.
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She doesn't even let me take her to the company in the morning, so she probably won't want me to pick her up from the company in the evening either.
Thinking of this, Bo Siye's eyes grew even darker.
“Okay.” Jiang Siyu nodded. “I’ll send you the location in a bit.”
She had to go on a field trip just before she got off work, so meeting up at the movie theater would be a good idea.
After a pause, she asked Bo Siye, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Siyu felt something was off about his voice, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
I just feel a bit stuffy...
Thinking about how they slept together last night, Jiang Siyu asked uncertainly, "Could it be that you caught it from me last night?"
Although she no longer had a fever, her cold symptoms had not completely disappeared, and she would still cough occasionally.
"I'm not feeling unwell." Bo Siye tilted his head back, suppressing the stinging in his eyes. "See you after get off work."
Jiang Siyu stopped herself from asking any further questions, and a moment later, before hanging up the phone, she repeated Bo Siye's farewell.
See you after get off work.
With a "beep" sound, the call ended.
Bo Siye closed his eyes and tried to put down his phone with trembling hands, but the muscles in his fingers were too tense to move.
After an unknown amount of time, the phone, which had finally slipped from Bo Siye's hand, fell to the ground with a jarring thud.
His empty hand twitched slightly, as if trying to grasp it, but then he let go helplessly after realizing the phone had already fallen to the ground.
Time passed, and the landline in Bo Siye's office suddenly rang. He bent down to pick up the phone from the ground and realized that it was almost 2:30.
Walking to his desk, Bo Siye sat down sideways on it and answered the phone.
"Mr. Bo, this is the receptionist."
"What's up?"
"Someone just delivered something to you. The recipient is... surnamed Jiang. Should I take it up to you?"
Normally, the receptionist would never make this call, but just before refusing to accept it, she suddenly remembered the business partner who had been personally picked up by Song Qi a few days ago, and whose surname was also Jiang.
That's why the receptionist dared to make that call.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. The receptionist, a little nervous and afraid she had made a mistake by acting on her own initiative, quickly added:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bo, I'll have them take the items away right away."
"Wait," Bo Siye interrupted, "I'll come down and get it myself."
"...Yes." The receptionist hung up the phone but still didn't react.
She looked at the bag being carried by the deliveryman; it was just an ordinary-looking paper bag, and didn't seem to contain anything valuable.
But President Bo insisted on coming to collect it in person?
Is the person giving the gift more important? The receptionist felt she had spoken the truth.
Shortly after, the elevator doors opened.
Upon seeing the person emerge from the elevator, the employees on the first floor immediately stood at attention as if they had seen a ghost.
"President Bo."
"President Bo."
"President Bo..."
The receptionist stood ramrod straight as well. Although she often saw Bo Siye coming and going here, the sense of oppression he brought her was no less.
As Bo Siye approached, the receptionist pointed to the deliveryman and said, "Mr. Bo, this is the person who brought the package."
"Hmm." Bo Siye looked at the errand runner, and after a moment of silence, seeing that the other party did not move, he finally spoke: "Thank you for your trouble."
"Ah? No, no trouble at all, it's nothing." The deliveryman quickly handed the bag to Bo Siye.
Bo Siye immediately picked up the receipt on the bag and checked it. The person who placed the order only left the name "Jiang", but the phone number was indeed Jiang Siyu's.
So, she had someone deliver it to her?
Bo Siye glanced at the contents of the bag. A thermos?
He was puzzled, but refrained from opening the takeout order there.
After he entered the elevator with his things, the deliveryman stared blankly at the red bill that the other party had just given him, his expression changing from shock to astonishment.
The receptionist laughed when she saw him like that: "Go ahead and get busy."
"This, this much money?" The deliveryman still couldn't believe that he had received such a big surprise just for running an errand.
He glanced at it briefly and estimated it to be around a few thousand.
Although the receptionist envied the delivery guy's good luck, she didn't have any designs on him and comforted him:
“It’s a tip from President Bo because he was in a good mood. Just accept it. There’s no need to feel pressured.”
"Okay, okay."
The delivery guy walked out of the Fanyu Building with his hands and feet clasped together. After looking back several times to make sure no one was chasing him, he smiled, got on his bike, and rode away humming a song.
Giving gifts to the CEO is great! He's not only handsome and rich, but also incredibly generous. Long live the CEO!
The office floor upstairs.
Bo Siye placed the bag on the table and then stood beside it, staring at it.
Ah Yu, why did you suddenly send me something?
Should we call and ask?
It's during working hours now, will it disturb her?
Bo Siye pondered to himself, but his hand instinctively took the insulated box out of the bag.
Just as he took out his phone to call Jiang Siyu to confirm, a message popped up first.
Did you get the item?
Bo Siye: [Just received it, is it food?]
【Hmm.】 Jiang Siyu replied to Bo Siye's message while talking to the employee who came to discuss work.
The restaurant where I had lunch today specializes in stewed soup, so I had some sent over to you to warm you up.
Okay, I'll finish it.
"No need." Jiang Siyu smiled, seemingly able to imagine the serious expression on the other person's face when they said this.
Drink as much as you want, and if you like it, I'll have someone deliver more next time.
She had never given Bo Siye anything before; this was the first time, but it wouldn't be the only time.
After putting down her phone and finishing her conversation with the employee, Jiang Siyu looked at the other person standing in her office.
After reviewing his resume, Jiang Siyu was somewhat surprised.
"You've been with the company for almost ten years?"
"Yes," Xie Fuyi replied, "nine years and one month."
His tone was somewhat bitter when he said this.
Jiang Siyu: "Nine years and one month, that makes you a long-time employee of the company. Moreover, with your achievements, you shouldn't just be a team leader in a project department."
Xie Fuyi's calm gaze trembled violently after Jiang Siyu said those words, but quickly returned to calm.
"The company is full of talented people. I just did what I was supposed to do. I'm already very satisfied to be a team leader."
"I see." Jiang Siyu closed his resume. "In that case, my project this time is probably not suitable for you."
To be fair, Xie Fuyi is an employee with outstanding personal abilities, and he has signed a twenty-year contract with Guanjing, so he would be a very suitable candidate for Jiang Siyu.
But his ambition was worn away; a person without ambition lacks drive.
He is not suitable to be a member of Project 9, and even less suitable to become the head of Project 9 in the future.
(Note: Each project team under the Guanjing Project Department will have an overall person in charge, and will be further divided into different subgroups according to their functions. Each subgroup is managed and assigned tasks by a subgroup leader.)
Jiang Siyu handed Xie Fuyi's things to him: "Go ahead and get busy."
The decision was final.
Xie Fuyi understood that this meant he had been eliminated.
Looking at his resume in Jiang Siyu's hand, he slowly raised his hand and took it.
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