Chapter 78 You Underestimate Me
On the way back, Shi Yanchen drove the car into the largest shopping mall in CBD.
"Where are you going?" Pei Song asked.
"Since we're out here to have fun, I have to buy you some souvenirs." Shi Yanchen said as he drove the car directly into the underground parking lot.
The elevator reached the fourth floor and Shi Yanchen walked straight to a high-end outdoor sports store.
"We're going skiing for the team building, and I'll help you choose a set of equipment," he said.
Pei Song followed him into the store.
The clerk brought out several new styles of the season, one of which was from the bright orange Fire+Ice series and was particularly eye-catching.
"Try this one," Shi Yanchen said. "It's bright in color, safe on the slopes, and this series is very waterproof."
Pei Song tried it on. The orange ski suit with black details was both sporty and fashionable, making him look radiant.
"The hood and cuffs of this model are adjustable," the clerk introduced, "and it also has a professional snow skirt design."
"I want this one." Shi Yanchen said, and picked out a complete set of protective gear, gloves and other professional equipment.
"You picked so many?" Pei Song looked at the piles of equipment.
"Of course," Shi Yanchen said, "when the president is on a business trip, he has to make sure his most capable people are safe and sound."
Pei Song laughed: "Don't be ridiculous, it's obviously you who wanted to buy it."
"Then I'll pick one too?" Shi Yanchen picked up the dark blue model from the same series and tried it on.
"Didn't you say you were going to City B?"
"You can prepare in advance," Shi Yanchen said, "you never know when you'll need it."
Pei Song was about to pay the bill when Shi Yanchen handed him the card.
"I'll do it." Pei Song said.
"Don't fight with me." Shi Yanchen glanced at the equipment list, "These are my Christmas gifts to you."
"Thank you." Pei Song said, his voice unusually soft.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the store, Shi Yanchen looked at the shop next to it and asked, "Do you want me to pick another pair of boots for you?"
"That's enough," Pei Song said quickly, "I've already bought so much."
"By the way," Shi Yanchen glanced at the sign, "Do you still want to eat? There are many dessert shops downstairs."
"Do you treat me like a pig?" Pei Song pretended to be angry. "I just ate so many snacks that I'm so full that I can't walk anymore."
Shi Yanchen looked at his puffy cheeks and couldn't help but smile: "Okay, okay, let's go back."
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At five in the morning, the bus departed from the company building on time.
Pei Song found a seat by the window, put his backpack behind his head, and fell asleep in a short while.
The carriage was filled with the sound of breathing as everyone was catching up on their sleep.
The car kept stopping and starting along the way, and the iron rule of "sleep on the car, pee on the car, and stop to take pictures" was implemented thoroughly.
When the bus finally stopped at the entrance of the ski resort hotel, it was completely dark.
"Manager Pei, your room is on the third floor." Xiao Zhang, the administrator, handed him the room card. "Please take care of your own dinner. There is a restaurant downstairs."
Pei Song dragged his suitcase into the room and then took out his cell phone to send a message.
It turned out that the signal on the mountain was intermittent, and the edited message was circling and could not be sent out.
When he came out of the shower, his cell phone started vibrating like crazy and the signal was finally restored.
Shi Yanchen: We have arrived
Shi Yanchen: What did you eat for dinner?
Shi Yanchen: Are you used to staying in a hotel?
Shi Yanchen: There won't be only one room left, so I have to share with others.
Pei Song couldn't help laughing: "Have you watched too many melodramatic TV dramas?"
Almost immediately, the other party replied: "I don't believe it unless you video chat with me."
Pei Song clicked on the video, but the picture seemed to be blurred, and Shi Yanchen's face was stuck.
"It's really like a PPT." Pei Song said with a smile, "Look, you are now a still picture."
"......" Shi Yanchen's voice was clear, "Then turn off the video and talk directly."
"I'm going to sleep now. I have to get up early to go skiing tomorrow."
"Be careful." After a pause, Shi Yanchen said, "Don't get too tired."
The next morning, Pei Song and several colleagues came to the ski resort.
The morning sun shines on the snow, making it crystal clear, and the distant mountains are coated with a layer of gold.
"Manager Pei, can you ski?" Hao Yan asked while tying her skis.
She was one of the main organizers of this team-building activity, and she was curious when she saw Pei Song carefully adjusting his ski equipment.
Pei Song raised his eyebrows: "You underestimate me!" He turned and shouted to several other colleagues, "Come on, let's have a competition! Besides Brother Li and Sister Ma from the project department, who else can do it?"
"Count me in!" Hao Yan responded immediately.
"I can do it too!" Xiao Wang from the marketing department raised his hand.
"Manager Pei, don't underestimate me because I'm small. I'm a veteran!" Lin Lin from the technical department said with a smile.
Soon, seven people lined up at the starting point of the snow trail.
Pei Song was eager to try, his eyes full of excitement.
Other colleagues who didn’t know how to ski also came over to see how the usually gentle Manager Pei would perform.
"Ready—go!" With Hao Yan's order, seven people rushed out at the same time.
Pei Song took the lead with clean and neat movements.
The cold wind blew in his face, he squinted his eyes slightly, and immersed himself in the pleasure of running freely.
The snow made a slight sound under his skis, and he was speeding up, and behind him he could hear the exclamations of his colleagues.
"Oh my god! Isn't Manager Pei so handsome?"
"I didn't expect that he looks so gentle and refined, but he is such a great skier!"
"Wait for me, Manager Pei!"
Pei Song was enjoying the thrill brought by speed, and he caught a glimpse of a familiar car parked beside the snowy road.
It’s Zhou Feng’s car.
Zhou Feng just got out of the car with a cup of hot coffee in his hand.
He looked at Pei Song's figure on the snowy road and was slightly stunned.
He had never seen Pei Song like this before - the orange ski suit made his figure look tall and slender, and every turn he made was as natural as flowing water, drawing a perfect arc on the white snow.
The figure running freely on the snow seemed to emit a dazzling light, making people unable to take their eyes off.