Chapter 3: Appetite Tang Zhilu
"Mr. Tang, your coffee."
Yang Zhao put the coffee in his hand on the desk, put away the documents and then looked at the tall man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
He was wearing a grey herringbone suit, waistcoat and shirt, with trousers of the same pattern. The only striking colour was the large red and black striped tie held in place by a collar pin.
It is an orthodox British tailoring with a restrained and low-key color scheme. The black cuffs on his upper arms fix the neat cuffs of his shirt and firmly fit the wrist bones, which is quite regular.
It’s just that the cuffs fit tightly against his arms, revealing faint muscle lines, making people doubt his cold and restrained appearance.
Tang Zhilu held a black invitation letter between his two fingers, with the English word "FA" in gold-embossed cursive on the cover.
He casually opened it, glanced at it, and then closed it. When he turned his head and saw that Yang Zhao had not left yet, he slowly walked back to the table and placed the invitation letter next to the documents.
"Anything else?"
His voice was cold and his tone was nonchalant. It clearly wasn't an order, but Yang Zhao felt inexplicably nervous.
"Mr. Tang, today's coffee..."
Yang Zhao had been working for the company for half a year and had never seen Mr. Tang lose his temper or get angry. He often gave orders calmly and indifferently. He was very efficient in rewarding and punishing people in a moderate way, and could be called a good leader, but everyone knew that Mr. Tang was very picky.
Specifically, they love cleanliness to the point of being picky. No one in the president's office dares to spray perfume in the office. It is said that the salary of the cleaning staff is three times that of people in the same industry.
He is even more picky about what he eats. Apart from the necessary nutritious meals, he can eat them with a frown. For most things, he will just smell them with a frown and let people throw them away.
This is the only coffee shop where Mr. Tang would drink a few more sips and say it tastes bad. But who would have thought that within a weekend, it closed down and became a dessert shop.
Although the new boss is a great beauty, Mr. Tang is out of coffee.
As expected, Tang Zhilu picked it up, just smelled it and put it down, and even looked at it with a little disgust.
"Throw it away."
Yang Zhao sighed, walked around the table, picked up the cup and was about to leave. But just as she was about to leave, Tang Zhilu suddenly called her.
"What does it smell like?"
Yang Zhao couldn't control his expression. He turned around?
Tang Zhilu still held the pen in his hand, and the emotions in his eyes were hidden behind his silver-rimmed glasses. He looked at Yang Zhao for a moment, and then asked her to leave, seemingly just saying it casually.
"How's it going?"
As soon as Yang Zhao returned to the president's office, she was surrounded. She spread her hands helplessly and wiped the sweat from her forehead exaggeratedly.
"How was it? I thank you. Thanks to you, I even got a glare."
"I knew it wouldn't work... Why is it so sudden? The last time I went to buy coffee, the owner didn't mention that he wanted to sell the business..."
"Speaking of which, I met the new owner when I went to buy coffee today. I can't say he's handsome, but I can only say he's a beauty you'll never forget after just one look."
Yang Zhao took out a take-away box from his workstation, and seemed to have remembered the new owner's appearance, with a blush on his face. The colleagues around him were all interested.
"He is so kind and even gave me a box of dessert to try. I'll give it to you guys to try right away. Don't accuse me of eating alone."
"Ah, but if Mr. Tang smells it..."
Yang Zhao opened the box, and inside was the traditional French dessert croquembouche. The perfect caramel color and the uneven shades proved that the owner's craftsmanship was impeccable.
Now no one cares whether Mr. Tang can smell it or not, since he only passes by the CEO's office after work. Even if the cleaning staff comes to clean three times a day, Luli doesn't have a strong smell.
But I didn't expect that Yizhu would come back in the afternoon with a sad face.
"Damn, Mr. Tang has a dog nose..." He spoke in a lower and lower voice.
"As soon as I entered, Mr. Tang glanced at me and asked me what I smelled like..."
"Ah... I was also like that when I went to check the schedule at noon..."
Yang Zhao looked at the second assistant opposite him, wanting to cry but unable to, "It can't be the Kelulli from this morning... I still have to deliver some documents later."
When Yang Zhao knocked on the door and came in, Tang Zhilu was leaning back in his chair, pinching his nose. His glasses were thrown on the side of the table, and the air pressure seemed inexplicably low.
The moment the door opened, Tang Zhilu looked straight at Yang Zhao. He had high brow bones, a straight nose bridge, and sharp phoenix eyes. Although he was handsome, he looked too oppressive when he was not smiling.
He pointed his fingers at the dark brown wooden desk and tapped it twice with his knuckles to signal her to put it down and leave.
Before closing the door, Yang Zhao clearly saw Tang Zhilu flipping through the documents twice, then frowned and took out a wet towel to wipe the cover she had just touched.
"I swear, I will never eat in the president's office again. I will wash my hands strictly after eating." Yang Zhao swore as soon as he returned to the president's office, and people in the office raised their hands to agree.
"But, Mr. Tang wouldn't have been like this before... What smell is it that's bothering him? It can't be the Korula from this morning..." The assistant stood up and handed out wet wipes while complaining.
However, what no one expected was that for three or four days in a row, Tang Zhilu looked down on everyone in their president's office, as if he disliked something about them. Tang Zhilu's face became visibly darker.
Yang Zhao drank his coffee while listening to them complaining about whether Mr. Tang's mysophobia had gotten worse. He then lowered his head to glance at the message.
"My dears! The beauty said that his store will officially open next week!"
Suddenly, the CEO's office was happier than the team building, and everyone was looking over. Yang Zhao, the most socially prominent person in the office, had already established a relationship with the new owner, and they were able to get a few bites during their break every day.
The taste is really amazing, and you can feel that the ingredients are very good.
"What are you so happy about? Has Mr. Tang's mysophobia been cured?"
A young man in a dark blue suit walked in from outside the door. He had a gentle and handsome appearance and a soft voice.
"Han Huai, the legal department sent you to see Mr. Tang again?"
Han Huai smiled and spread his hands, then couldn't help but take a deep breath and looked at Yang Zhao who was drinking coffee and chatting: "What a fragrant coffee, it doesn't smell like the coffee in the company's tea room?"
Speaking of this, Yang Zhao immediately took out a business card from his bag.
"It was made by the owner of the new dessert shop on the back street. His desserts taste good, so I suggested selling coffee with desserts. They're opening next week, and I'd like to take care of their business if I'm interested."
Han Huai glanced at the cup of coffee in the hands of everyone in the president's office and teased Yang Zhao with a smile.
"I'm beginning to wonder if you've joined someone else's store, since you've started promoting it on your own initiative. But... could you please remember to order one for me tomorrow?"
But for three or four days in a row, not only Han Huai, but the entire CEO's office had not had the chance to enjoy the new owner's desserts and coffee. But they were not in a hurry, because they had to prepare for the opening, and they had already enjoyed enough of the new owner's desserts and coffee in the past few days.
However, with Mr. Tang’s face becoming increasingly gloomy recently, everyone is lamenting that the only comfort of work is temporarily gone.
"Xiao Zhao, Mr. Tang is calling you."
Yizhu asked her solemnly, "Did he hear you complaining about Mr. Tang recently?"
Yang Zhao surrendered with both hands. His assistant came closer and said, "Mr. Tang just asked me what kind of perfume the CEO's office was spraying a few days ago. I said there was none, and then Mr. Tang's face turned black, and he asked me to call you over..."
After Yizhu finished speaking, everyone ran over and patted Yang Zhao on the shoulder with sympathetic eyes.
At this moment, the second assistant suddenly patted Yang Zhao and looked at his colleagues. "I have a bold guess!"
"The taste that Mr. Tang mentioned is not the dessert and coffee of the beautiful owner, right?"
Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows and held out his fist to the second assistant as if it were a microphone. "Think about it, the day Mr. Tang disliked us, Xiao Zhao brought us some kohlrabi, and we ate it all. In the following days, we all drank the coffee that Xiao Zhao brought..."
Ichisuke frowned, "I object, then how do you explain that none of us have eaten the new owner's food recently, and it should have no taste, but Mr. Tang's face has become even darker?"
The second assistant sighed and tapped his palm: "Because... Mr. Tang disliked it at first, but in the next few days, he couldn't eat it even after smelling it... Recently, he can't even smell it..."
The second assistant made a shocking conclusion: "Mr. Tang is greedy!"
"Outrageous..." Yizhu obviously didn't believe it. Anyone could be greedy, but Tang Zhilu wouldn't. "Impossible... Mr. Tang..."
Yizhu's face changed and he swallowed his words back. No matter how Yang Zhao and the others asked, he refused to say anything.
The second assistant patted Yang Zhao on the shoulder and advised her to slide down and kneel directly when she entered, and promised that there would be no smell left after washing hands and rinsing mouth after eating, and to directly sell the product when necessary.
Yang Zhao smiled and agreed and decided to do so.
The moment she opened the door, she clearly saw that Tang Zhilu's brows first relaxed when he saw her coming, and then immediately frowned, tapping the table with his fingers at a random frequency.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang. I will wash my hands three times after afternoon tea next time."
"What?" The voice was still cold, but the atmosphere was very low, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
Yang Zhao glanced at Tang Zhilu's expression and said tentatively, "Boss Tang, the coffee at the newly opened back street is very good. My colleagues in the CEO's office were drinking it a few days ago. Would you like to...try it?"
Tang Zhilu didn't say anything, but his fingers tapping on the table suddenly stopped, and he actually chuckled. Yang Zhao didn't think Tang Zhilu was really happy, but his brows relaxed.
"Okay, bring it over tomorrow morning."
"Good old style, lots of milk and sugar... Ah, but Mr. Tang, they are closed recently. Maybe we have to wait until next Monday."
"OK."
It can be described as a pleasant and amiable person.
Yang Zhao walked out of the office with a dreamy look on her face. She saw the second assistant waiting outside and said to her excitedly, "You guessed right. President Tang is really greedy!"
The second assistant gestured to Yang Zhao with a desperate look on his face to look at the door that had not been closed yet, and coughed twice to show his embarrassment.
Tang Zhilu naturally heard it, but he just picked up a pen and uncapped it without even raising his head. He seemed to have casually pulled out a blank piece of paper and wrote something.
But even so, Tang Zhilu's mood didn't seem to get any better. The assistants in the president's office often saw President Tang standing in front of the French window with a frown on his face, or pinching his fingers in annoyance.
Yang Zhao comforted them and said that she would buy the coffee back after the store opened in a few days.
"Mr. Tang is really greedy." Except for Yizhu who seemed to be hesitant to talk, everyone else reached a tacit consensus.
The weekend was over, and on Monday everyone in the CEO's office was waiting for Yang Zhao to bring back coffee, waiting for President Tang's sullen face to turn cold again. But all they got was Yang Zhao with a helpless look on his face.
“Well, the boss said he tried the coffee for a few days and felt it wasn’t that good. His perfectionism kicked in and he decided to give up…”
"ah?"
With her colleagues' sympathetic gazes on her back, Yang Zhao walked into the office to explain the situation. Unexpectedly, Tang Zhilu just wrinkled his nose as if he smelled something. After listening to her explanation, he just laughed and let her go.
"The one in the back street, right?" Tang Zhilu asked casually before she left.
Yang Zhao glanced at Tang Zhilu, who was looking down in deep thought, and walked out of the office.
But she didn't rush back, but walked slowly to the bathroom, greeting familiar colleagues along the way. She has a cheerful personality and is a bit of a social expert, so she has always been popular.
She walked to the innermost compartment, first pulled out a tissue with dark red stains from her pocket and threw it into the sink to flush it away, then she slowly took out her cell phone and made a call.
The phone screen lit up and the other party answered the call.
Neither Yang Zhao nor the other party spoke and hung up the call directly. Yang Zhao's fingers brushed over the contact's name.
Du Yanze
Then he immediately exited the screen, pressed the flush button and walked out.
"Xiao Zhao? Mr. Tang still has a gloomy face?"
"Yeah, but don't worry, maybe Mr. Tang is just a little anxious because of greed."
"Maybe it will be fine tomorrow?" Yang Zhao smiled and washed the foam off his hands.
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