Chapter 12 Chapter 12 As expected, I still don’t understand the sense of boundaries…
Thanks to Xu Lemian's trip abroad to see an exhibition with his mentor, Chi Ke spent a peaceful and stable life after returning to work.
During this period, he inspected the residential area near Xingmian Entertainment and planned to move out of the original owner's house after receiving his bonus at the end of the year.
at the same time……
[The Great Gitzby: /file/]
[The Great Gitzby: Can this be signed? ]
Chi Ke was slacking off during the meeting and took a quick look.
【K: Yes.】
At the same time, he reached a cooperation with Ji Qian, negotiated the price, and promised that the hospital would make a profit within three years.
【The Great Gitzby: What about this? 】
【k: Sign.】
[The Great Gitzby: But he wants a lot of share, while the other two companies get very little, and the probability of the other company's revenue reaching the expected value is higher.]
【K: Please consider the current situation of Shenghuijia and think about whether they can provide the supply and R&D they promised. I have seen the companies you mentioned. Although one company requires less, it has no finished equipment and is still in R&D. I have done some secret investigations. Their funds can no longer keep up with the R&D. The progress is stuck halfway. Our money is wasted. Although the other company has a good momentum at present, I bet it has reached the end of this road. The quality and positioning do not match ours. You are a private hospital. If there are not enough patients, you can only introduce doctors with high salaries, but high-end and high-quality hardware and software can attract a large number of excellent and ambitious medical talents to join.】
[The Great Gitzby: /Enlightenment.jpg/]
[The Great Gitzby: Signed! ]
Ji Qian is obedient and smart, and is a very good boss and partner.
There was only one thing that Chi Ke was not very satisfied with.
[The Great Gitzby: I have signed, I have signed~ Teacher Chi, do you want to go to dinner? ]
Ji Qian always sent him nonsense messages and asked him out for dinner. After he politely agreed a few times, the other party's invitations became more and more frequent.
The former uses the excuse that as a doctor, one needs to check the patient's daily routine and diet, while the latter uses the excuse that working together is efficient.
The logic is fine, but Chi Ke feels uncomfortable.
Ji Qian always pops up to interrupt him, disrupting countless of his plans.
In addition to physical health and identity privacy security, there is another big purpose for cooperating with Ji Qian.
He couldn't stay with Leng Yunting for too long. Once the original owner's business was over, he would resign. After that, he would need a job to back him up.
Ji Qian's side is the best resource he can currently access.
Chi Ke admitted that he was the one who proposed the cooperation, but that was limited to cooperation. His relationship with Ji Qian was a work matter and did not mean that he was willing to have a personal relationship with the other party.
After discovering this, he tried to talk to the other party about the issue of boundaries, but failed every time due to various reasons.
For example, dinner right now.
Chi Ke, who was about eight-tenths full, put down his chopsticks and said, "Doctor Ji."
"Hmm?" Ji Qian agreed while putting on gloves and rolling him a pancake. "Try this, it's super delicious."
Chi Ke's forehead was bulging with veins: "Listen to me first."
"I'm listening. Go ahead." Ji Qian handed him the knife and fork. "Dip it in this sauce. It's delicious."
Chi Ke couldn't stand it any longer: "I——"
Ji Qian suddenly put his hand on his shoulder to block the child's head from hitting him. He looked happy, but the smile was gone from his eyes: "Parent, please keep an eye on your children when you go out. It's dangerous if they bump into people."
Chi Ke stiffened his body and frowned as he felt the weight on his shoulders.
Ji Qian was squeezing his shoulders gently, a friendly gesture of comfort.
After hearing the father and son apologize, she slowly withdrew her hand and smiled sweetly at him: "The food here is really good, I can go there again tomorrow. By the way, Chi Zhu, what were you about to say?"
Chi Ke: “.”
It's weird.
So strange.
Why can’t I speak?
The phone on the table vibrated in silence, and he quickly pressed the mute button to prevent Phoenix Legend's "Above the Moon" from filling the restaurant.
"You eat first, I'm going to go out and answer a phone call."
Chi Ke had never been so grateful for Leng Yunting's lingering calls.
"I want to see you in my office at 6:30 tomorrow morning." Leng Yunting's voice penetrated the noise. "Mianmian has a rehearsal at school at 8 o'clock. I can't leave. You will attend on my behalf and give me a bouquet of flowers. Come to my place before then. I have some documents for you to handle."
They want me to watch the rehearsal and send flowers to them. Who is chasing someone?
Chi Ke's eyes gradually showed a hint of corpse: "Boss Leng, tomorrow is Sunday, I'm off duty."
"Stop talking nonsense. You have to be at Mianmian's school all day tomorrow. I'm going to have dinner with Meng Zao at Meng's house. Mr. Meng has spoken, so I can't refuse. Please help me keep an eye on the school and don't let him get suspicious. If you can't keep an eye on him, you won't get this year's bonus!" You don't need to look to know that Leng Yunting on the other end of the phone rolled his eyes, "A raise."
"Okay." Chi Ke accepted it as expected.
Putting aside the overtime and pay increase, I finally have a legitimate reason to reject Ji Qian's invitation.
He returned to the restaurant and saw Ji Qian reading documents on his laptop. On the table was a plate of exquisite waffles, which were what the man had just clamored to order.
Chi Ke walked over and asked: "Why don't you eat?"
It’s almost cold.
"You're back? I was waiting for you." Ji Qian cut the dessert and handed him the first and largest piece. "Did Leng Yunting ask you to work overtime again?"
"Yeah." Chi Ke's conscience suddenly hurt, "Tomorrow I will..."
"You have to work overtime tomorrow, right?" Ji Qian was very considerate. "It's okay, you're busy, come next time. Remember to combine work and rest. You can't make enough money, but if your body breaks down, it's gone. Have a good rest."
Chi Ke bit the sweet but not greasy crust and found the food tasteless.
In fact, Ji Qian’s words were very normal and natural. He would have said the same thing if he were in his shoes.
It’s not a long-awaited plan, and the other party hasn’t accepted the invitation yet, so there’s no sense of disappointment.
But there was a kind of impure evil in my mind. I felt inexplicably guilty when I listened to him, and I also felt that this person was a little sad and wronged.
After the meal, Chi Ke refused the other party's offer to drive him there, and silently paid for today's meal: "It's my treat."
Ji Qian paused for a moment, quickly put his phone back in his pocket, and watched him get into the car: "Then I'll come next time."
The veins on Chi Ke's hand bulged as he opened the car door, and the words "there won't be a next time" were about to come out of his mouth.
"Master, please drive slower. He's a little carsick." Ji Qian bent down to greet the driver and turned to look at him. "Am I right? You looked listless the last time you rode in my car."
Chi Ke: “.”
Chi Ke swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, got into the car and closed the door, unable to bear it any longer.
So annoying.
This kid really has no sense of boundaries!
…
"Chizhu, good morning." At seven o'clock, Secretary Sun appeared at the company entrance with two semi-permanent dark circles under his eyes. "Have you finished the meeting with President Leng? Are you going out?"
"Yeah." Chi Ke stared at his phone, "Secretary Sun, are you using the company car now?"
Leng Yunting bought a bus a few years ago at the suggestion of the original owner for people who don't have a car but need to do urgent things.
Secretary Sun goes out most of the time, so the car has always been in his hands.
Nanyang University where Xu Lemian works is located in the suburbs of S City, an hour's drive away. Chi Ke doesn't get sick when driving, but he gets sick when sitting in a car. It's an hour's drive, and he will probably vomit for half an hour after getting off the car.
"Hey, I have to go out too, and I don't have my driver's license with me. Can you give me a ride to the court?" Secretary Sun took out the car keys and threw them over. "Is this your first time driving? This car is not stable, can you drive it?"
Chi Ke: “Don’t worry.”
Secretary Sun was very confident in the calm Chi Zhu: "Then please drive faster, Chi Zhu. I'm in a hurry. I must get there within 20 minutes."
Chi Ke confirmed again: "Are you in a hurry?"
"It's very urgent." Secretary Sun repeated, "Just rush as long as it doesn't violate the rules."
Eight minutes later.
Secretary Sun, who hadn't said a word the entire way, crawled out of the car and vomited into a trash can for a long time.
Chi Ke rolled down the car window and asked with concern: "Are you carsick too?"
Secretary Sun's lips turned pale: "...Chi Zhu, you—Ugh! You are awesome, awesome!"
There are few cars and many forks on the road from the company to the court.
Chi Ke obeyed the traffic rules very well. He drove when he should and stopped when he should. The speed, distance between cars and the operation of turn signals were all up to standard. However, his safety was a bit extreme.
Secretary Sun sat in the passenger seat. Every time he passed an intersection, he felt like the navigator of a racing driver, feeling the bends at every angle in the mountain rally.
This man drove at the speed limit, braked at the speed limit point, turned in the smallest radius circle, and turned cleanly and smoothly, making his junky car worth tens of thousands of yuan seem like a supercar.
In just eight minutes, Secretary Sun's lungs were almost knocked out.
This is so weird, he looks so calm and steady, how can he drive so wildly?!
But I asked to drive faster, so I can't blame Chi Ke.
Thousands of words can only be summed up in one sentence: md, awesome!
Before leaving with tears in her eyes, Secretary Sun said meaningfully, "Chi Zhu, if you meet someone who is willing to sit in your passenger seat in the future, pack up and prepare to marry them."
Chi Ke: “?”
Chi Ke left inexplicably.
Nanyang is a semi-open university, and you don't need to swipe your campus card to enter. Even so, wearing a formal suit to enter the campus is too conspicuous. Before Chi Ke went there, he specially changed into a windbreaker and jeans, and his appearance was no different from that of a college student.
He thought his disguise was perfect, but...
"Hello, classmate. Can you tell me how to get to the dance academy?"
"Go straight, turn right, turn right again, and then keep going straight." The classmate looked at the rose in his arms and smiled slyly, "Hey, which of our classmates is so charming? Such a handsome guy has chased her all the way to school."
Chi Ke: “?”
How does this guy know that I am not a student of this school?
Just at this time, Secretary Sun sent a message.
[Secretary Sun: How's it going, Chizhu? Did you drive to the school? Was there any accident?]
【k: No. 】
[K: I changed my clothes, why can the students here tell at a glance that I am not from this school? ]
The warning lines in Chi Ke's mind were stretched to the limit.
Did the original owner show up in public before? Or did he have acquaintances in this school? It couldn't be that someone in the original owner's family was also...
[Secret Sun: What's so strange about this? ]
[Secretary Sun: Do you see any university students who are as lifeless as us?]
[Secretary Sun: Especially you, Chi Zhu, you will be a social animal wherever you go.]
Chi Ke was struck by a joke and was left silent for a moment, feeling a little disappointed as he had no power to refute it.
Who wasn’t a young man full of vigor and vitality when he was young?
He arrived at the dance academy with the fatigue of an adult, and there were still five minutes before the big rehearsal was to start.
Chi Ke glanced at his watch, and under the guidance of the personnel arranged by Leng Yunting, he pushed open the door to the backcourt entrance.
"Chi Zhu?"
The rose bouquet and the white jasmine bouquet collided with each other.
Chi Ke's eyelids jumped. Looking at the man's gentle face, his brain worked rapidly. He asked tentatively, "Master Sima?"
The man smiled good-naturedly: "Don't say young master, my family background is not worth showing off. I now run a theater, and Chi Zhu calls me Sima... Forget it, this surname is too high-profile, you can just call me Mr. Si."
Chi Ke: “…”
ill?
Chi Ke said coldly: "Okay, Mr. Sima."
Sima Yichen still reiterated in a very good manner: "It's Si——"
"Boss Sima, please make way." Chi Ke was too lazy to show a good face to anyone other than his boss, let alone his boss's love rival. "It's not good to block the way."
There were just few people backstage, not no one. At this moment, several people had nowhere to go and were just watching from behind.
However, Sima Yichen hummed, made way for half a person to pass through, and said with squinting eyes: "Okay, but I suggest Chi Zhu go back. I have just been to the front desk, and everyone knows that this bouquet of flowers is for my junior brother Xu Lemian. If you go over there again, it may be very difficult for him."
Chi Ke: "Oh, please make way."
Sima Yichen: “?”
Sima Yichen didn't move, maintaining his composure: "I said, this junior will be in trouble."
Chi Ke frowned impatiently, bumped into his shoulder without saying a word, and squeezed past.
What’s the point of telling him whether it’s difficult or not?
He didn't like Xu Lemian. He was just a corporate slave who completed his boss's tasks in order to avoid having his salary deducted.
Chi Ke went over first without caring. If he really didn't want to make Xu Lemian feel awkward, he should have left...
Chi Ke, who was sitting in the first row of the audience, quickly attracted countless eyes.
He was dressed simply and the flowers were placed discreetly next to him, but he didn't need fame or a coquettish personality. Just sitting there was enough to attract attention.
Chi Ke nonchalantly supported his chin, raised his eyes vaguely, and looked at Sima Yichen who was ignored by everyone.
The implication is clear: if you don't want to make things difficult for him, it's still not too late for you to leave now.
Sima Yichen smiled and held the jasmine bouquet tightly.
Damn, what a good assistant brought up by that bastard Leng Yunting!
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