Chapter 11

Since joining Alvis’ team, Roger’s workload has increased tenfold—no, twentyfold.

At that time, Kaihua’s international trade was still in its infancy, and Europeans were better at making auto parts, so Kaihua’s overseas market share was not high. Its products have always been mainly sold domestically, with a small amount sold overseas. Last year, Kaihua adjusted its strategic focus and announced that it would go all out to enter the overseas market. In this way, the International Trade Department received a lot of strategic support. In the future, Kaihua will also set up a dedicated overseas business center to unify the management of overseas business and build Kaihua into a world-class auto parts manufacturer and supplier.

This was something that Roger had never paid attention to before as an ordinary salesperson, but Alvis told him: "As long as you do well, you will have a place in the overseas business department in the future."

Roger asked on the spot: "You want me to be the general manager?"

Alvis was processing emails and said casually: "I might as well try it."

"Tsk, bragging." Roger almost laughed out loud and sarcastically said to Alvis, "You are so boastful now that you are just a small team leader. If you become a manager, won't you be the president and have to listen to your orders? And as a general manager, it would be more realistic for you to give me a salary increase first."

It was 10:30 in the evening and they were still working overtime. No one dared to move until the boss left.

Roger had worked overtime for several days in a row and felt like his head was about to explode. These things didn't have to be dealt with today, and the emails didn't have to be replied today. He didn't ask Alvis's opinion and directly asked everyone to go home first. The newcomers hesitated and said that they hadn't finished their work yet, so why not leave later.

Roger shook his hair in a very stylish way and said, "Let's go home. If you're late, the subway will stop running."

Everyone slowly packed up and prepared to go home.

Roger knocked on the partition of the desk. After changing workstations, Alvis now sat opposite Roger, "Are you not going home yet?"

Alvis looked energetic and didn't seem tired from working overtime at all: "You go first."

"Okay."

Roger went out to wait for the elevator and met Freya and another newcomer, Eric, at the elevator entrance. He casually asked, "Are you all going to take the subway back?"

Freya lifted her hair and said sweetly, "I'll drive back."

Roger paused, nodded, and asked Eric, "What about you?"

Eric said, "I'll drive too."

"Haha, that's fine." Roger said, seemingly calm, but actually shocked. How come one or two of them have cars? It makes him, who is going out to take the subway, feel embarrassed.

When they got downstairs, both asked Roger where he lived and whether they wanted to give him a ride home.

"No, I have something else to do. You guys go first."

Roger really had something to do, and no restaurant was open at this time. He thought about it, went to the McDonald's next door, ordered a chicken burger meal, and took the elevator back to the office. Everyone was off work, and only one light was on in the office. Alvis was sitting in front of his computer, still processing emails.

Seeing Roger coming back, Alvis half raised his head and said calmly, "Did you forget to take something?"

Roger put the packed burgers on Alvis' desk and said, "I came back to see if you were starving."

Alvis looked at the paper bag with the McDonald's logo, then looked at Roger and said, "I don't eat junk food."

"Then what do you eat in the UK? Grass? I don't believe you can cook for yourself." Roger rolled his eyes and said, "It's good to have something to eat. Eating some junk food occasionally won't have any effect on the human body. It's better than you not eating anything."

Alvis was silent for a while and said, "Thank you."

"I'm leaving."

Roger picked up the bag on the table and was about to turn around when he remembered something. He walked to Alvis and said with envy, "You know, Freya and Eric both have cars. I just asked them stupidly if they were taking the subway back."

Alvis waited for his next words.

"Well, they bought a car right after graduation. No, maybe they had a car when they were studying. There are so many rich people now."

"So?"

"When can I buy a car?"

Alvis looked at Roger beating around the bush, with an expression that looked like he was waiting for him to understand, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Do you want to buy a car too?"

"Yes. But I don't want Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Land Rover or Cayenne. I just want an ordinary mass-market car. This way I can sleep a little longer in the morning and be more energetic at work."

"Which one do you want to buy? Let me give you some reference."

Roger couldn't help but want to ridicule Alvis again: "You are also concerned about ordinary mass-market cars? I thought you were only interested in those luxury cars."

"You have a lot of resentment towards rich people."

"Huh, poor people hate the rich, you don't realize it now."

"I don't understand, but my driver does. I'll ask him to recommend a few

models to you." Roger got even angrier: "Am I of the same level as your driver?"

"Do you discriminate against the driver industry?"

"I didn't!" Roger couldn't talk to him any more, "I mean, can't you hear what I mean?"

"What do you mean?"

Did he really not know or was he just pretending not to know? Roger stared at him suspiciously, but this guy always had a paralyzed face, who knew what he was thinking. He simply said directly: "Raise my salary."

"Is your salary very low now?"

"It's very low. I can't even afford a car. I feel so inferior sometimes."

Alvis smiled, a very shallow smile: "You can come to be my driver, and then I will have the final say on your salary."

"What do you mean?" Roger didn't understand.

"I don't have the authority to increase your salary now, only bonuses." Alvis looked at him and promised, "Work hard, and I won't treat you unfairly."

You see, this guy is simply born to be a capitalist. He has learned all the ugly and bad habits of capitalists. He can even draw pie in the sky with such confidence and without batting an eye. Tsk tsk, Roger really admires him sometimes.

In the third month, Alvis received a big order from a parts manufacturer that was about to go bankrupt. The order was so large that the entire team became Alvis' assistant. Roger was very busy during that time. He had his own business. He had just signed an order from Russia some time ago. The product needed to be redesigned and the delivery date was very tight. The Russians urged him eight hundred times a day. Roger ran between the design department and the factory, often working overtime until one or two in the morning, and replying to emails when he slept.

He was also the one who led the newcomers. Fortunately, these talents certified by Alvis were very smart and understood things at a glance, so he didn't have to worry too much.

Alvis wanted to treat everyone to a meal that day. Roger spent a long time choosing and decided to go for Thai food.

It was a rare moment of relaxation. They ordered some Elephant beer and chatted while eating. When Alvis was there, everyone was more reserved. Roger had eaten alone with them. Young people nowadays are very individualistic and open-minded. They can talk about almost anything. It was boring to be with Alvis. He didn't respond. He just sat at the main table with a cold face. He drank when someone toasted him, and ate silently when no one paid attention to him, making everyone uncomfortable.

Roger took a sip of the wine and complained, "Don't come to the dinner next time. We are happier when you are not here."

The air froze instantly.

Alvis was used to Roger's outspokenness and continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Freya laughed dryly, trying to lighten the mood: "Alvis is just a little serious, we are all used to it, ha, ha." She really couldn't laugh, her whole face was stiff.

"Freya, you are so kind."

Roger liked Freya very much, she was beautiful and kind-hearted, the only shortcoming was that she had a boyfriend.

Alas, in this world, why good things never come to him, and the same goes for good people.

"Next time you get together, I won't come." Alvis suddenly said.

After this, everyone became more embarrassed.

Roger looked at him with squinted eyes: "Why, let me say a few unhappy words, are you unhappy?"

"Haha." Alvis was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Drink, drink." The others hurried to smooth things over, and the matter was over.

Roger drank a little too much in the evening, mainly because the Thai beer was a little strong. He started to feel dizzy before he drank much. Roger didn't believe it, so he drank a few more glasses. In the end, his eyes couldn't focus.

Two male colleagues drove him out of the restaurant. Everyone was drunk and wanted to take a taxi back. The others left first, and Freya's boyfriend came to pick her up, leaving Roger and Alvis. Freya said worriedly: "Can you go home like this? I'll let my boyfriend take you home."

Roger said staggeringly, hanging on Alvis: "No, Alvis will take me home, you go."

Freya breathed a sigh of relief, got in the car and left first.

Roger burped, put his arm around Alvis' shoulder and said, "Where's your driver?"

Alvis: "At an intersection."

He seemed to dislike Roger and tried to avoid physical contact with Roger, but it was difficult for a drunk person to remain polite. Roger's legs were soft and he couldn't stand at all. He wanted to talk to Alvis, but couldn't find Alvis's ears. He raised his hand and touched Alvis' body. The weather was very hot, and Alvis was wearing a shirt. In order to maintain his elite image, Alvis always dressed in a formal business style. Roger felt the silky fabric of the shirt in his hand and thought that the shirt must be very expensive. And he didn't know if it was because he was too close, but he always felt that Alvis had a scent, a bit like the scent of male hormones, and a bit like the high-end spices he had smelled in the spice store. In short, it was very special, a smell that ordinary men like Roger would not have.

He put his nose close to Alvis' neck, sniffed it, and said with his tongue rolled, "You smell so good."

Alvis' expression was indescribable, and he pushed Roger away. Roger was drunk to begin with, and he was almost pushed to the road by this push. Alvis had no choice but to pull him over, turned away and said, "Don't do anything."

Roger stared at him, angry that he had just pushed him: "Do you want to kill me?"

"You think too much."

"Humph, you've disliked me for a long time."

At this time, the driver came, and Alvis drove Roger to the back seat, and wanted to sit in the passenger seat. But Roger grabbed his wrist and refused to let go. Alvis had to sit in the back seat with him.

"Where is your home?" Alvis asked.

Roger closed his eyes and felt dizzy: "Where, where is it, I forgot."

"If you can't remember, go to a hotel."

"No, I don't want to stay in a hotel."

"Think quickly."

Roger held his eyes tightly and finally remembered his home address.

The car started, and Roger felt dizzy and almost vomited while leaning sideways.

Alvis quickly covered his mouth and said in a particularly cold tone: "If you vomit in the car, you're dead."

"Mmmm, mmmmm."

Alvis let go of his hand: "What do you want to say?"

"You, you really want to kill me."

"Hehe."

The car smelled of alcohol. Alvis opened the windows on both sides, and the hot air rushed in, with a bit of dust from the city streets.