Fang Lang looked at the young and beautiful girl in front of him and listened to her self-introduction. He then remembered that among the several assistants recommended to him by Wan Chongxin, he seemed to have chosen the one named Ophelia Berg.
However, the reason for choosing him at that time was because this girl was a top student and a master's student in business administration at Harvard University.
At that time, there was no QQ or WeChat, so you could upload a photo or send a video to see. This could be regarded as winning the first prize by opening a blind box!
But such a beautiful girl, are you sure she is an assistant and not a mistress? However, in his heart, Fang Lang couldn't help but give Wan Chongxin a big thumbs up.
If it was the assistant, wouldn't it be difficult to do it? After all, she still had to arrange many things at work, and if she was taken into the room, many things would be inconvenient!
Listen to other people's self-introductions, what is a personal assistant? If you don't stick to your body, you can't be called a qualified personal assistant, right? Well! I should give this girl a chance to work seriously.
Fang Lang was determined to get up from the bed. He lifted the quilt and looked at himself, only wearing a pair of underwear. He said hesitantly:
"Your name is Ophelia Berg, right? Last night...?"
Looking at Fang Lang's expression, how could Berg not understand what Fang Lang meant? His face turned slightly red, but he quickly concealed it and said:
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"Don't worry, boss. I just came here this morning! My job is to assist you in handling the company's business, which does not include sleeping with you.
If you need someone to accompany you, I can arrange it for you.”
Hearing Berg's words, Fang Lang's brow was immediately filled with black lines. Isn't this assistant a little too tough? He just speaks such fierce and vicious words without thinking. Doesn't the boss have any face?
But can it really be arranged? As the boss, I can't show my weakness.
If the assistant can face this kind of thing calmly, why can't I face it?
"Ah! This is not needed for the time being. I will ask you to arrange it when I need it. But can the arrangement be up to your level?"
This time Berg finally blushed, but he quickly regained his composure and his expression became a little ugly.
Fang Lang noticed Berg's expression and also realized that he had said the wrong thing. How could he compare his assistant with those women who were able to come out and accompany him?
He quickly made amends:
"What I mean is that with a pretty assistant like you around, it's hard for me to be interested in other women!"
After hearing Fang Lang's apology, Berg's expression eased a little. He was fully prepared. If the man in front of him had any ill intentions, he would just give up this high-paying job and resign.
Although I was very happy to hear him praising my beauty, he was my boss and I had to make him give up his fantasies about me.
So, just say:
"Thank you for your compliment, but I already have a boyfriend! So, I hope the boss can give me some respect."
Such a beautiful girl will be hanging around you every day and actually told you that she has a boyfriend. Are you sure your boyfriend will be at ease with such a job?
While thinking about her boyfriend, she blurted out a phrase that was popular on the Internet in later generations.
"Would you mind having one more?"
Fang Lang regretted the moment he said this, and quickly changed the subject:
"So what's our schedule for today?"
Berg clearly heard Fang Lang's words, but he didn't react for a moment. Hearing Fang Lang asking about the itinerary, he quickly took out a small notebook from his small bag and said to Fang Lang:
"We need to go to Global Terminal in New York this morning. Yeah!"
Hearing Berg's "Ah", Fang Lang thought something unexpected had happened, and quickly threw back the quilt and stood up and said:
"What's wrong?"
It turned out that the reason why Berg exclaimed "Ah" was that he understood the meaning of Fang Lang's words just now. Berg had never experienced such nonsense from later generations.
Although she had been trying to remain calm, she was startled by these words and her face turned red in an instant.
When he looked up, he found Fang Lang, wearing only a shirt, standing in front of him, looking at him with concern.
His body muscles were well-proportioned, obviously from regular exercise. The eight abdominal muscles showed off his masculine beauty. For a moment, his eyes were a little out of control.
Her face also became more rosy.
Fang Lang saw that Berg was fine, his eyes were fixed on him, his face flushed. He looked down and found that he was only wearing this pair of shorts.
This situation was obviously different from the situation when he was dragged into the bathroom by De La Torre's wife to take a bath at De La Torre's house. At that time, Fang Lang was facing De La Torre's wife, so of course he would feel embarrassed.
But the girl in front of him was not a relative of his acquaintance, so Fang Lang certainly wouldn't mind her seeing his strong muscles. It would be best if he could conquer the girl in front of him with his body.
But he didn't have any sexual fetish after all, so when he saw that Berg was fine, he calmly picked up the bathrobe that Berg had just put on the bed and put it on.
Seeing Fang Lang put on his pajamas, Berg finally reacted and said:
"No, it's okay! You need to go to Global Terminal this morning to check the operation of the container system, and listen to the work reports of various branches at the group company in the afternoon."
"Okay then! Have you had breakfast? Let me wash up and have breakfast together!"
"Okay, boss!"
I thought to myself that it seems like this small boss of mine isn’t that difficult to get along with!
Yes, it was the boss. As a Harvard University MBA student, Berg was already 24 years old. According to her, the boss in front of her seemed to be only 21 years old.
Of course I can call him the boss.
Just as Berg was thinking about all sorts of things in his mind, Fang Lang had already finished cleaning up and walked out of the bathroom.
Looking at Fang Lang, who was wearing a tailor-made suit and putting on a tweed coat, Berg suddenly thought that it might be a good thing to work beside such a handsome boss.
Fang Lang noticed the way Berg was staring at him, so he smiled and said nothing.
There was nothing wrong with teasing this beautiful girl, but as a boss with a large army and huge assets, he knew that he would never be short of women, so he would not be so impatient.
Although Fang Lang was very satisfied that his assistant was such a pretty girl, there was one thing that made him very dissatisfied.
That was his guard platoon, who actually let a strange woman into his room easily. This was an unforgivable mistake.
Fortunately, Fang Lang did not sense any hostility from Miss Berg, which was why Fang Lang did not take any action against her.
When he opened the door and saw that there was not even a soldier standing guard outside, Fang Lang became even angrier. He was now in free America, a place where shootings happened every day, and his own guard platoon didn't even send out the most basic guards.
Do they think America is very safe?
"Qi Qingshan?"
Fang Lang shouted loudly while standing outside the door. This floor of the hotel had basically been booked by them, so Fang Lang was not worried about disturbing others.
Soon a voice of "Here!" came from the room opposite.
Qi Qingshan opened the door and walked out.
Seeing Fang Lang, who was dressed neatly, with a gloomy face, he was a little at a loss for a moment. He actually got up later than his superior. This was really wrong!
"Send a telegram to Brazil to transfer a platoon of marines from Zhuang Xintian to the United States to take charge of security work. The current security platoon will be transferred back to Brazil for retraining.
I'm just playing the piano. Can I just let my horse run wild in the United States? There are no guards. In the morning, I let other girls come to my room to wake me up.
What if it's not a little girl but a killer? The platoon leader of the guards will be fired and made a soldier."
Fang Lang spoke in Chinese, so only Qi Qingshan could understand him. However, Qi Qingshan's face turned pale at this time. This was a very serious problem.
Moreover, he himself has a certain responsibility for this situation, because as Fang Lang's adjutant, he is responsible for following up on these things.
When Qi Qingshan heard that Fang Lang was woken up by a strange girl, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and broke out in a cold sweat.
He said quickly:
"Yes, boss! I'm sorry, I am also wrong in this matter, I am willing to accept the punishment."
Fang Lang knew that Qi Qingshan was also wrong, and said coldly:
"When you return, you will be confined for a week and have to write a self-criticism."
Qi Qingshan's face turned bitter and he stood at attention immediately:
"Yes, sir!"
Fortunately, no one else could understand their conversation and didn't notice anything unusual, but everyone could see that Fang Lang's face looked very ugly, and Qi Qingshan on the opposite side was even paler.
This doesn't mean that Fang Lang is a moody pervert. He was just flirting with another girl in his room, and now he got angry because the girl appeared in his room.
Just because the other girl is pretty, he doesn't bother her, but instead makes things difficult for his own soldiers.
It is unforgivable for the soldiers under your command to fail to perform their duties and neglect their responsibilities, no matter which country's army it is.
Just because you are not harmed does not mean you can be exempted from punishment.
I didn't get hurt this time, will I be so lucky next time? How could the Japanese not know what I did in Japan?
If someone sends an assassin to kill me, won’t I die unjustly?
The soldiers of the guard platoon who walked out of the room did not understand what was happening. It was indeed a rare experience for them to follow their superiors on an inspection tour to Europe and the United States.
So, everyone has let down their guard.
Qi Qingshan said with a dark face:
"What are you looking at? Are you here for tourism? You actually let a little girl go straight into the boss's room and wake him up. Is this your fighting power?
Luckily this girl is an assistant in the boss's company. If she were a killer, you would be shot!"
The guard platoon leader was a white man of Portuguese descent. When he heard Qi Qingshan's words, his face turned pale and he knew that he was in big trouble.
Although his superior was a very easy-going person, he would never show mercy when it came to killing people.
He came out quickly and said:
"I'm sorry, sir. I failed to do my duty. I am willing to accept any punishment."
"What are you still standing here for? Where are the people protecting the commander?"
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