Chapter 23 How to Listen
The next day.
After Zhuo Can's company was "absorbed" by Lu Song's Xin Yue, the system was greatly changed, the salary doubled, and there were various evaluation ratings and bonuses.
As long as there is enough money, employees' enthusiasm will naturally increase significantly, and efficiency will develop in the direction of a virtuous cycle.
The only bad thing is that there is more overtime.
You have to know that in their previous small company, everyone from the boss to the cleaning lady would leave work on the hour and would not stay even a minute longer. In the Internet industry, it is absolutely rare for everyone to work from nine to five and have two days off.
Now that I have become part of Xinyue, I have started working "voluntarily" overtime on a pilot basis, starting with Saturday mornings.
Everyone knows what voluntary means.
We also know that one pilot project means there will be a second and third one.
After Zhuo Can was promoted to supervisor, his salary and workload doubled. Maybe the junior employees could still slack off, but he was so busy these past half day that he didn't even have time to sit down and drink a sip of water, let alone take a break and check his phone.
It's not easy to work overtime and become isolated from the world.
If you want to get an extra penny from your boss, you have to give him ten times the effort. This is an eternal truth.
When Xiaohui went to pick up Mianli last night, she told him that she would cook lunch today and had other activities in the afternoon, so he must go directly to their house after get off work at noon today.
Although the exhausted office worker Xiao Zhuo didn't feel like moving, he really wanted to eat Xiao Hui's cooking. He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, I'll definitely go."
After finally getting off work, Zhuo Can was still thinking about something. He walked into the elevator with fewer people and took out his cell phone with his head down.
There was a row of unread messages on the screen. His heart tightened, thinking, could something have happened to the little fairy?
Impossible, he's a God, what could happen?
...It would be a big deal if He yelled at others.
Zhuo Can tried several times to unlock it but failed, and the elevator had already started to descend.
"Hi."
The sudden greeting from the side scared Zhuo Can so much that his hands trembled and he almost dropped his phone.
He raised his head tremblingly: "Lu...Mr. Lu, good morning."
After saying that, he wanted to slap himself twice. What the hell is this early in the morning? It’s already noon!
Oh, that's not right. The general manager doesn't take the same elevator with them. Why is he condescending so much today...
Damn!
Zhuo Can looked left and right in panic.
——It’s not that Mr. Lu was on a secret visit, he just took the wrong elevator.
No wonder the elevator next to him was crowded with people just now, but the one he entered was empty.
No wonder I heard my colleague hesitant to speak when I came in.
No wonder…
Next time, please don’t look at your phone while walking!
Zhuo Can's changing face was written all over his face. He was flustered, like a frightened rabbit.
Lu Song smiled and said, “It’s getting late.”
"..." Zhuo Can really wanted to put two emoticons on his face.
The numbers representing the floors jumped down one by one, and Lu Song suddenly said, "Happy birthday, Xiao Zhuo."
Zhuo Can was shocked.
First of all, today is my birthday... right?
He had completely forgotten that those unread messages might have been blessings.
Then the sleeping ceremony should be fine.
Secondly, why did Lu Song know his own birthday?!
Considering the new boss's previous behavior of being too familiar with him, and the fact that they had only known each other for a short time, Zhuo Can really couldn't believe Qi Rui's statement that "the boss saw his talent and wanted to take him to great heights."
He just felt an indescribable creepiness.
"Thank you, Mr. Lu."
Zhuo Can tried his best to force out a shaky smile.
He shrank into a corner, trying to reduce his presence.
The elevator is so small and there are only two people in it. Where can he run to?
At this time, I couldn't help but envy Mian Xiaoli again. He must have a way, right?
Invisibility, take-off, pause of time and space, etc.
Or maybe the little god is not afraid of anyone at all.
Even though he didn't say a word about his inner thoughts, Lu Song could still see the turmoil in his heart.
He clenched his right fist against his lips and chuckled, then cleared his throat solemnly: "This is a new push notification I asked HR to do, collecting every employee's birthday. I hope it can make everyone feel the company's care and concern."
Oh, is that so?
Zhuo Can's mouth opened into an "o" shape.
He made a very good point, which was totally irrefutable.
Zhuo Can was skeptical and let down his guard, and patted the horse: "Boss Lu is so thoughtful."
Among the long string of floor numbers, "1" and "-2" are lit.
Seeing that they were about to reach the first floor, Zhuo Can thought that he could finally be free. After all, the distinguished boss would definitely go to the garage to drive the car, and would not go out to squeeze into the subway or bus like the small employees.
However, just as the elevator door was about to open after the "ding" sound of salvation, a bony hand blocked Zhuo Can's way.
Lu Song pressed the button to close the door, his eyes shining brightly in the dim elevator.
His voice is clean, pleasant and intoxicating.
"As a gift, I'll treat you to a meal, ok?"
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Zhuo Can couldn't figure out how things had developed to this point.
In just a few days, he was once again riding in his boss's car, which had countless zeros on it.
And this time, he didn't just sit in the back row in a humble manner.
I sat in the passenger seat in a very, very and particularly humble manner.
Zhuo Can was going crazy. Why couldn't he refuse his boss' invitation?
Is it true that anyone can say no when their boss says, "I'd like to treat you to a meal for your birthday"?
Maybe, but it wasn't him.
He was tied up by the seat belt and dared not move. He swiped the screen of his mobile phone back and forth with his fingers, but he only dared to glance sideways.
Xiaohui asked him when he would arrive, and the meal was already cooked.
Qi Rui said that Mianli had prepared a gift for him.
(What is it? I’m so excited.)
And blessings from family and some friends.
He only dared to look and not reply, after all, Lu Song was sitting very close to him.
Playing with your phone under your boss's nose is scary, whether inside or outside the company.
Lu Song looked in the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel, and turned out of the company's road: "Have you thought about what to eat?"
Zhuo Can stared at the chat background of the group [Daily Life of Boarding Student Mian Xiaoli], which was a photo of Mian Li that he had taken.
The little fairy sat cross-legged on the ground, his forehead, face and body covered with white foam. He raised his head and blew away the foam on his hands, and some foam also got on the tip of his nose. His big brown eyes were full of innocent curiosity.
Mianli prepared a gift for him.
He promised to have dinner together, and he couldn't break his promise.
Zhuo Can hesitated again and again, then gritted his teeth, determined to be a warrior against power, and clutched his seat belt tightly: "Sorry, Mr. Lu, I have an appointment with my family at noon."
Lu Song stopped at the intersection.
For a moment, Zhuo Can felt the strange oppressive feeling in the car, and his nervousness suddenly increased tenfold.
Lu Song didn't look at him. His fingers on the steering wheel tapped lightly in turns. The lines of his profile were so delicate that they seemed to be a gift from heaven.
Just looking at this face, Zhuo Can thought, if he were a girl, or if any other girl in the company were here, he would probably fall in love desperately.
But all he could think about was how to avoid being fired.
After a while, until the silence in the car was about to overwhelm Zhuo Can, Lu Song finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Where is it? I'll take you there."
Zhuo Can stammered: "No, no need, put me down, I can do it myself..."
"That's all right. Give me the address."
Although the voice was still gentle, Zhuo Can could hear the meaning of the command.
Such a gifted child must have never tasted the feeling of being rejected, so he was angry at his ingratitude.
Ugh, why does it sound like the old Cinderella idol drama?
Fortunately, although Mr. Lu is the president, he is not overbearing. He quickly calmed down and chose another path according to the guidance he gave.
Zhuo Can thought about it and realized that what he had done was indeed inappropriate. He asked nervously, "When are you free? I'd like to treat you to a meal. Thank you for taking us home last time when it rained..."
Although think about it, a meal that Mr. Lu eats may be worth half of his monthly salary.
But if I can repay the favor I owe, then I'll just cut the flesh.
Hiss, why does it sound like they are entangled with each other?
Lu Song was silent for a few seconds, then smiled slightly: "Okay."
Zhuo Can finally felt like putting his head down and fiddling with his phone. He only had enough time to reply to Qi Rui and Xiao Hui: [I'll be there soon.]
Qi Rui lives not far from here. If there is no traffic jam, it will take about twenty minutes to get there.
It was a bright spring day and the scenery outside was beautiful, but the wind was a little strong, and Zhuo Can was blown into a mess by the half-open window.
Lu Song noticed and considerately closed the window, and even leaned over to help him open the front vent when the traffic light turned red.
His upper body was practically on top of him.
Zhuo Can didn't dare to breathe, and could only smell a faint fragrance.
Of course, the perfect man is accompanied by aftershave and cologne, which is normal.
Something went wrong with the air outlet and it got stuck. Lu Song spent a long time debugging it before he fixed it.
When Lu Song sat back down, Zhuo Can almost suffocated.
His face flushed (he was holding it back, not out of shame, for now), and he coughed a few times. He was so nervous that he didn't know where to look, and he stammered, "This little plane... is quite cute."
He was talking about the aromatherapy ornament at the air outlet, a bright yellow cartoon airplane head with a smiling face painted on it. When it's running, the fan blades in front will rotate.
Such an elegant and cool car, paired with a small cute pendant, is very eye-catching.
Lu Song smiled and said nothing.
In order to break the awkward atmosphere, Zhuo Can boldly asked, "Is this a gift from your girlfriend?"
Although I noticed last time that Lu Song was not wearing a wedding ring, it would be a waste for such a dream lover to have no partner.
Lu Song glanced at him and said indifferently: "I'm single."
"Oh...oh." Zhuo Can wanted to knock himself unconscious for asking the question just seconds ago. Mr. Lu clearly didn't want to answer this question.
Others would talk about whatever the boss wanted to talk about, but he only asked about the issues that arose.
I don’t know if it’s because the aromatherapy started to evaporate after the air conditioner was turned on, but Zhuo Can felt a little dizzy.
Even this small change was noticed by the attentive Lu Song: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Maybe I'm a little carsick..."
"Want me to open the window?"
"No, no, no."
The boss had just turned on the air conditioner for him after closing the window, and now he asked him to take it back. Even if he was a corporate slave who was not good at flattery, he would not be so unable to read people's expressions.
"Then close your eyes and rest for a while. I'll call you when we get there."
“Hmm…”
Lu Song's voice had become somewhat distant.
Zhuo Can's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness began to blur.
He vaguely remembered someone touching his brow bone, then the bridge of his nose.
It's a bit like a prank of Mian Li.
But the little guy wasn't so gentle.
"Sleep peacefully."
Those were the last words he heard before he completely sank into the deep sea.
The little plane was still spinning in circles.
The author has something to say:
The secondary CP's emotional line is not a separate branch line, it is an important foreshadowing for the main storyline_(:з」∠)_
I am about to enter V. The update time from Thursday to Sunday has been adjusted. I will tell you about the specific work tomorrow night.
You can expect a wave of V-after-Li Li CPs to make a shining debut
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