Chapter 27

The president went to the headquarters for a meeting on Friday night and did not return until Monday afternoon. After not seeing the cold face of King Yan for three days, Roger felt indescribably relieved and happy. He wanted to ask the president several times: "Would you like to work in the headquarters from now on?" But this was too blatant, and the president might get angry again.

So Roger just pretended to ask him casually on Sunday night: "President He, will you be back on Monday?" The schedule said that he had a meeting on Monday afternoon, but what if, what if he didn't come back, how happy it would be.

Although canceling the meeting was a bit troublesome, he believed that he would be very happy to deal with this difficult matter.

Unfortunately, the president said: "Yeah."

Roger was immediately disappointed. Before he could figure out how to respond, the president said in a particularly terrifying tone: "Miss me?"

Roger's face instantly twisted to a tenth degree. Even the most difficult shit was not as uncomfortable as the president's words. Roger automatically filled in the blanks for the president in these three simple words: "Miss me going back to abuse you?"

He shouldn't have asked this question. He must have insomnia at night, it's really scary. Roger waved his fingers and responded to the most servile words with the most constipated expression: "Yes, I miss your wise and heroic figure, leading our Kaihua to the top of the world."

The president: "Haha, thank you Secretary Luo."

Roger quickly turned off his phone and fell asleep quickly before the nightmare found him.

After the president came back, he was busy for several days. Roger also worked with him. To be honest, this kind of busyness has its advantages. He no longer has time to feel sad about the breakup.

In mid-November, the executive team held a quarterly team-building activity. This was originally scheduled for December, but they had to go on a business trip overseas in December, so the activity was moved forward to November.

The executive director suggested road cycling, starting from the company gate and riding around the North Third Ring Road. The whole journey is 50 kilometers and takes about four hours. Then go to the farmhouse for lunch at noon, take a break in the afternoon and play golf. It takes a whole day and is an excellent opportunity to burn fat.

When Roger got the plan, he was surprised and said to the executive director, "I have to ask Mr. He for permission."

Let's not talk about whether he has time or not. Just the intensity of the exercise alone, I wonder if the pampered president can handle it.

The executive director said confidently, "I bet Mr. He will like it."

Men always have some strange hobbies. As far as Roger knows, He Songgao loves sports, and he will not refuse most of the activities related to sports. For example, last quarter they went mountain climbing, and He Songgao had the fastest walking speed, and he climbed to the top of the mountain 2km above sea level without making a sound. As his secretary, Roger tried desperately to catch up. He held the president's coat and water cup, and called out to him breathlessly from behind, asking him to wait. However, he seemed to have not heard them and disappeared like a gust of wind.

Roger and several executives finally gave up and walked leisurely on the mountain road, resting while walking, and even had a meal on the way. They were all wondering what He Songgao was doing up there, enjoying the breeze and sun? It was so hot that people would be sunburned. As a result, they saw He Songgao walking down the mountain, looking energetic, without a drop of sweat on his forehead.

If he wasn't the president, his physical fitness would be first-class.

Last quarter, they went to the swimming pool to swim and held a unique swimming competition. As a result, He Songgao was far ahead in the single, double relay, short-distance and long-distance events, and won 4 championship trophies.

The executive director presented him with an award and flattered him, saying, "President He, you are so outstanding! We can't compare with you in everything, we are so ashamed."

Roger took the president's sports water bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to the president. The president was wearing a tight swimsuit worn by professional swimmers. The muscles on his body were ferociously attached to his bones, and his chest muscles were so big that they could kill dozens of mosquitoes. It must be said that this is the body that Roger envied the most. Men dream of training to be like him. Just look at the crazy women in the team. They have been screaming since the president came on stage.

Roger looked down at his thin arms and legs and felt inferior.

He Songgao finished drinking the water and handed the cup to his secretary.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Roger in a daze, he asked. The water on his hair flowed down his neck through his strong muscles and dripped onto the floor.

"Nothing." Roger looked away with mixed feelings and continued to faithfully perform his duties as a secretary.

Although he is good at many sports, Roger is undecided whether He Songgao can accept road cycling, which is a long and particularly physically demanding sport.

He presented this plan when he reported the schedule one morning, and asked carefully: "President He, what do you think?"

He Songgao read it quickly and said: "Okay."

"...Okay."

To him, this kind of high-intensity sports team building is purely for nothing to do after eating. I don't know what the executive director thinks. He starts riding at 8 o'clock in the morning and rides for four hours. Hasn't he thought about the people in the team who are not good at sports? For example, Roger, who doesn't like sports that much, and has not been resting well recently. I don't know if he can live to see the sun the next day after a day of wind and sun.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

The president's slightly dissatisfied voice pulled Roger back to reality from the void. He immediately became alert and said cautiously, "Do you need me to prepare your riding equipment?"

"No." He Songgao said, not caring about his secretary's expression at the moment.

——It was set in stone, poor Roger was going to suffer this weekend.

On the day of the team building, Roger left for the company early, and before going downstairs, he asked the president whether he had eaten breakfast and whether he needed to bring him a portion.

He Songgao replied in seconds, saying, "No, I have eaten."

Roger bought a pancake downstairs at home and took a taxi to the company.

He has a car, but he doesn't like to drive it, because he can also work during the morning when he goes to the company, which reduces some of the pressure after going to the office.

During this time, he would check his schedule, recall if there were any omissions in the previous day's work, and then pick out the things that need to be focused on today, and classify them according to importance and urgency, so that it is not easy to make mistakes, and he can even take time to relax and rest in the busy schedule. This is how work is done, knowing what to do and being able to relax and work hard at the right time. Year after year, day after day, he is a good secretary to the president.

The road was a bit congested, and when Roger got off the car, he found that the president had already arrived, standing at the gate in a particularly cool manner, wearing a black riding suit and holding a helmet in his hand.

From a distance, the president frowned: "Why are you so late?"

Traffic jam, what else could it be? Besides, I'm not late, you're just too early. Roger only dared to say this in his heart, but on the surface he was very smart and took a kneeling attitude: "Sorry, I'll be earlier next time."

The president was speechless.

Just kidding, if he didn't have this quick wit to deal with the president, how did he get to where he is now.

In order to welcome this (weird) team building, Roger made full preparations. He carried a sports backpack, which was filled with towels, wet wipes, tissues, sports drinks, and some energy-replenishing cookies and chocolates prepared for the president. He hadn't thought about it so thoroughly, but when he thought about He Songgao sweating without paper, being hungry without food, thirsty without water, and then getting angry at him, he didn't dare to neglect it at all. He just loaded everything and didn't give the president a chance to find fault.

It was just too heavy. He shook the backpack and felt that the next task was a long way to go.

Not long after, the executive director also came and hurriedly asked everyone to change into riding equipment. Everything was ready, and they only needed to go to the locker room to change and bring their mobile phones and Bluetooth headphones.

"Hey, Secretary Luo, why are you carrying such a heavy bag?" The Executive Director saw that this was not okay, and quickly pulled Luo Jie and said, "Put the bag on the supply vehicle. There are supply stations on the way. If you are tired or thirsty, just find the supply vehicle. It's too heavy for you to carry all the way."

Luo Jie said very responsibly, "No, what if the President needs it on the way?"

The Executive Director looked at him with a different look immediately: "Secretary Luo, President He is so lucky to have a secretary like you!"

"Of course, of course."

After all, Luo Jie never takes his work lightly. The President may not need it, but he cannot fail to prepare.

At eight o'clock, they set out on time, and a group of people rode road bicycles on the road.

He Songgao took the lead, riding very fast, his legs were almost visible.

Luo Jie was amazed, riding so fast, he was not afraid of running out of energy halfway through.

The group praised him, saying that President He had good physical strength and was so energetic even when riding a bicycle. It was not known whether he was afraid of flattery or was really praising him. Anyway, no one dared to ride in front of him.

Luo Jie was different, he really wanted to catch up, but he couldn't. As the secretary of the president, he had the responsibility to accompany him, care about the president's condition, and provide help to the president when necessary. But the president didn't give him a chance, he pedaled for a while, and felt that he was out of breath. Riding a road bike requires professional equipment, and for long rides, he wore professional cycling clothes and sweat shirts, and felt that these underwear covered him tightly like a golden bell, leaving him no room to breathe. He wanted to breathe, so he pulled the mask open a little, but the cold wind in November rushed into his mouth, carrying the smelly exhaust gas, and almost made him faint.

Several female comrades were not far behind. Roger thought that even if he couldn't beat the president, he couldn't be worse than his female compatriots, so he gritted his teeth and pedaled hard.

As he pedaled, he felt like he had mastered the trick. He rode faster and faster. He bent his waist to make his body parallel to the handlebars, and whizzed past several people at once.

It's just that the bag on his back is a bit heavy, which makes his back uncomfortable.

When we arrived at the first supply point, everyone stopped to rest. Luo Jie stepped on the brakes, stopped handsomely, and asked on one foot: "Where is President He?"

The executive director was so tired that he was panting and said: "President He left, and we can't catch up with him! It's okay, let him ride by himself, he is familiar with this place. Secretary Luo, you should get off and have a rest and drink some water."

Luo Jie's eyes shot out a firm light: "No, I'm going to catch up with President He, you guys take your time to rest."

"Secretary Luo is really responsible, no wonder President He trusts you."

"That's right." Some people said in unison, "It's okay to relax occasionally, President He won't blame you."

"Ah, are you leaving now? Young people just have good physical strength, and we old bones can't compare to them."

Roger pedaled harder and harder, and finally saw He Songgao's back after a turn.

The president began to move straight and steady, and the small black shadow looked stable and powerful.

Roger accelerated and slowly chased forward.

At the second supply point, He Songgao finally stopped.

From a distance, Roger saw him take off his helmet, park the car on the side of the road, and stand aside to rest. After

riding for too long, Roger felt pain all over his body, especially his buttocks and thighs, which were almost numb. His legs hurt, his soles hurt, and in short, his whole body hurt.

When he was still a few dozen meters away from the president, he stepped on the brakes. The quality of the road bike was very good, and it stopped immediately. He parked the car on the side of the road and walked in front of He Songgao.

"President He, you are riding too fast." He said breathlessly, without even taking off his helmet. He took off his backpack first and handed the prepared sports drink to the president, "Hurry up and drink some water. Ouch, I'm so tired."

He took off his helmet at this moment, and suddenly, the world was refreshed, and his tight head was freed.