When passing by Gao Ziyin's desk, Gao Ziyin stood up and said, "Mr. Jiang, stop."
"What?" Jiang Yanyu frowned slightly when he was suddenly called, as if someone had suddenly interrupted his way and he was a little impatient.
Because of his slight impatience, Gao Zinyin felt a little uneasy.
I was scared to death every day.
Jiang Yanmin looked at the card with disdainful eyes, "Got it."
Then he went into his office.
Less than a minute after he entered, a man followed him in, carrying a lot of clothes in dust bags. All he could see were black and red. They must be his clothes.
It seems that you came so late this morning because you went shopping for clothes.
After the person who delivered the clothes left, the phone on Gao Ziyin's desk rang.
"Come in for a moment." The person on the other end called Gao Zinyin, never her name.
In Gao Ziyin's opinion, people of her level were not worthy of a name in President Jiang's eyes, and he was unwilling to even call her by her name.
Just because there is a need, we would say "come here" or "come in for a moment".
He never smiles, and always has a stern and scary expression, as if he doesn't want to say a word.
Gao Ziyin went in. "What's wrong? Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Yanyu nodded. "These clothes are yours. Burn the clothes you are wearing or throw them in the trash."
Gao Zinyin's face slowly turned red. She had spent hundreds of dollars to buy this dress.
She thought this was the best dress, and the style was no different from those high-end ones. She herself could not tell the difference between this dress and Chanel or other brand-name suits. Since she could not see it, she thought others could not see it either. They were all black and the styles were the same.
Judging from Mr. Jiang's tone, he seemed to have realized the price of her clothes and could no longer bear it.
Although he was dissatisfied, he never said it.
At a glance, Gao Zinyin saw the clothes on the sofa. The logos on the collars were all big brands.
"Then Mr. Jiang, how can I return this money to you?" Gao Zinyin said.
"No, I won't pay it back. I'll claim it as clothing expenses. Where's the taxi ticket from last time? Put it here and bring it to me for signature." Jiang Yan was writing something and was inattentive in his conversation with Gao Ziyin.
"Wait for me to get it." Gao Zinyin returned to his seat, found the taxi ticket, and pasted it together with the reimbursement receipt. It took about a minute, and Gao Zinyin returned to Jiang Yanyu's office.
Handed the receipt to Jiang Yanyu.
Jiang Yan took a look at it, tore up the receipt and threw it into the trash can.
"From now on, for taxi fares under 100 yuan, you don't need to ask for receipts. I'll reimburse you." He then pulled out a 100-yuan bill from his wallet and handed it to Gao Ziyin, "No need for change."
Gao Ziyin was stunned for a long time.
What does Mr. Jiang mean by this? Does he think thirty cents isn't worth reimbursing, or does he think the amount is too little?
But if he doesn't reimburse, wouldn't Gao Ziyin feel embarrassed to ask Jiang Yanyu for money every time?
Gao Ziyin was about to leave, but Jiang Yanyu said, "Take your clothes."
Gao Zinyin was stunned for a long time, then went back, grabbed her clothes and left.
She always felt that Mr. Jiang's behavior today was a little unexpected. Although he was still the same as before and didn't pay much attention to people, he was much better than before.
At 1 p.m., Jiang Yan sent a WeChat message to Gao Ziyin, saying that he would not have dinner tonight because he had an engagement.
By the way, let her inform Song Xun.
It seems that Gao Zinyin will also attend this social event, and it also seems that the woman will not come tonight.
At half past eight, the three of them got into the company's Mercedes-Benz business car, which still had the same layout as before.
Song Xun sat in the front, Gao Ziyin and Jiang Yanyu sat in the back, and Jiang Yanyu closed his eyes to rest.
At the table, there were four people on the other side, and only Gao Ziyin and Song Xun on this side.
First we talked about business matters, and then we talked about personal matters.
Jiang Yanyu still didn't talk much, but once he said a word, it made the other party think for a long time.
The people on the other side probably thought Gao Zinyin was a delicate little girl, very young and tender, especially like a flower in bud about to bloom. They kept teasing Gao Zinyin and asking her to drink.
Gao Zinyin refused with embarrassment. She really couldn't drink.
He looked as if he had never seen her before.
"What? Are you teasing my people?" Jiang Yanyu's words made the whole table quiet.
He said this with a raised voice, quite clear.
The other party was still holding a wine glass in his hand, and was extremely embarrassed. "No, no, look at what Mr. Jiang said. How dare we bully your people? Right?"
Jiang Yanyu stopped talking and continued to talk about business with others.
The whole car ride back was extremely depressing.
"Xiao Gao, President Jiang helped you out. Aren't you grateful to President Jiang?" Song Xun seemed to be joking to ease the atmosphere.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Jiang." Gao Ziyin said.
Jiang Yanyu seemed to be drunk, he didn't hear and didn't answer.
"First take me to the Jinshi Hotel, then take her home. Finally take Song Xun home." After a moment, Jiang Yanyu finally said a long speech.
From this sentence, the driver deduced that the first person the boss mentioned should be "Gao Ziyin".
Gao Ziyin also thought self-indulgently, was it because he knew clearly in his heart that her taxi fare was not much, less than a hundred yuan, and she would feel embarrassed to ask Jiang Yan to reimburse her, so he took the initiative to ask the driver to take her home?
If this is the case, this boss is really amazing, as he understands every detail of his subordinates' psychology.
As a result, Gao Zinyin became even more afraid in front of him, fearing that any clues in her heart would be known to him!
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