Chapter 35

In a month, the president will take several directors on a business trip to Europe. In addition to attending the Munich Auto Show in Germany, the group will also inspect Kaihua's European branch, including the business center, factory, technology research and development center, etc. Afterwards, the president will visit several European customers in his personal name. The whole process will take about half a month or a month. I don't know if he can come back in time for the New Year.

Roger started preparing early and confirmed whether the president's passport and visa have expired. Since he is also among the entourage this time, Roger also needs to do a good job of handing over work, and urgently train Lulu and Qinqin to ensure that the president's office can operate normally when he is away.

The administrative department sent a business trip reminder letter, reminding Roger to confirm the president's itinerary as soon as possible. Since this is a group charter flight, the administration department has set up a special logistics service team. Roger basically does not need to worry about buying tickets and booking hotels. The pressure has been transferred to the administration department, and he can concentrate on doing some preparations before the business trip.

It is all very fragmented. Needless to say, the things necessary for going abroad, the most important thing is to confirm He Songgao's itinerary.

After the president's itinerary is confirmed, it will be synchronized to the European branch as soon as possible to facilitate European colleagues to prepare for the reception. The most important thing this time is that the president will hold business negotiations with the European WH Group. If nothing unexpected happens, they will sign a cross-border cooperation memorandum of up to 10 billion euros in Cologne, Germany. The first batch of orders may reach 500 million euros, marking Kaihua's official entry into the European market.

The company did not dare to neglect it, and the trip to Europe almost became the "top priority" of this quarter's work.

That afternoon, Luo Jie wanted to tidy up the storage room in the president's office. He was on a business trip for too long, and he was afraid that Lulu and Qinqin would not be able to find something when they wanted to find it.

On the dusty shelf, he found something.

It was a crudely made scented candle.

Luo Jie was stunned for a moment, and tiptoed to take down the small glass jar.

This was a handmade DIY activity organized by the administrative department many years ago. The candle was made by Luo Jie himself, and there was some dirty wax stuck on the outside of the glass bottle.

In fact, it was nothing special. On the contrary, because it used cheap white beeswax and essential oils, it smelled of a pungent chemical smell.

After he finished it, he secretly put it in the president's office, hoping that the president would accidentally light it one day and discover the secret inside.

But it never happened. The company's circuits are also very powerful and there has been no sudden power outage so far.

Later, it was left for too long and Roger almost forgot about it. He just threw it into the storage room during a big cleanup.

What a coincidence. Roger looked at this rough but carefully made thing and felt mixed emotions.

Why did he make this thing at the time?

- It happened not long after he became He Songgao's secretary.

At that time, he had just been transferred to the President's Office. Although he had received special training, he was still a half-baked secretary. He often made mistakes and was often criticized. It made him doubt his life. Was he not suitable to be a secretary at all? He worked overtime until 8pm that day and thought about ordering a takeaway for himself. He looked up and saw that the lights in the president's office were on, indicating that the president was also working overtime. He thought about it and ordered a takeaway for the president as well.

The long hours of work pressure made him feel resentful, and the resentment was particularly evident when facing He Songgao. The takeaway arrived, and Roger went to knock on the door of the president's office. He Songgao was on the phone and nodded slightly to Roger.

Luo Jie pointed to the takeaway in his hand and mouthed, "It's time to eat."

He brought the takeaway to the president's small restaurant, and He Songgao walked in: "Didn't you order for yourself?"

"I ordered, it's outside." He put the lunch box away and prepared to go out, "You eat, I'll go out to eat."

He Songgao said, "Bring it in and eat together."

Luo Jie was reluctant, he was afraid that he would lose his appetite in front of He Songgao.

He Songgao sat down, and seeing that he didn't move, he raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Why, don't you want to eat with me?"

He thought that it must be because he usually showed too obvious attitude of disliking the president that made the president ask this question at this moment. Luo Jie quickly said, "How is it possible. Wait a minute, I'll bring my meal in. "

The two men ate face to face in silence.

Luo Jie was really hungry. He had eaten early at noon, but he was still very hungry. He didn't care about his image and ate the rice with meat soup in big mouthfuls.

While eating, He Songgao said coldly: "You haven't had enough rest recently?"

Luo Jie was stunned for a moment, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and then said: "It's okay, I slept well."

- A lie, he often suffered from insomnia recently and often came to work with dark circles under his eyes. It was during this period that he learned to use foundation to cover his haggard face, although it was useless.

He Songgao looked at him and said for the first time: "Do you need to rest? I'll give you two days off, go back and have a good rest."

Luo Jie didn't react: "Huh?"

He Songgao frowned: "Huh what. Have you been under a lot of pressure lately?"

Roger was really stunned, and then an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. Realizing that this was a rare moment when the cold-faced devil cared about others, Roger lowered his head and poked at the rice in the bowl sullenly: "It's okay. "He knew that he must be very depressed at this moment, and maybe he looked like the autistic little man squatting in the corner in the comics - he didn't mean to show off in front of the president on purpose, but anyone who does the job of a secretary knows it, it is really not a job for humans, dealing with countless people every day, and sorting out countless messy things, just like using a comb with particularly dense teeth to comb a beggar's hair, not only is it laborious, but also tests one's patience. Alas, the job of secretary is really suitable for girls. He, a grown man, can't do such a delicate job.

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself. "

Shocked! Roger raised his head suddenly and looked at He Songgao with his mouth wide open. This was actually what the cold-blooded president would say? Why was it so shocking? He couldn't help but doubt his ears.

"What are you looking at me?" He Songgao said, with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

"I, I." Roger almost bit his tongue, "Did I hear it wrong?" He forgot to eat, kept poking the bowl with chopsticks, and said like a fool, "President He, you still care about me?"

He Songgao looked at him with a complicated expression: "What else? I am your boss after all."

"...Okay. "It's hard to describe my mood at this moment. Luo Jie thought blankly, he actually cares about me, so does that mean I'm not doing too bad?

- In fact, if a secretary of a CEO receives generous praise from the CEO himself, it must be a particularly honorable thing, which means that the secretary's position in the CEO's heart is indescribably important. Luo Jie looked at He Songgao and asked expectantly: "Am I, am I doing well?" He said, feeling a little nervous, and his heart was pounding.

He Songgao paused, lowered his head and broke the chopsticks: "Well, not bad."

"Not bad, how good is that? Very good?"

"..."

Is it a bit too much to ask this? Just when Roger was thinking this, he heard He Songgao say, "Very good."

It was not an illusion! The president really said so. Roger was stunned at first, and then a firework rose from his heart, making his whole brain buzz.

He was a little dazed, and confirmed carefully with a pitiful expression: "Really?"

He Songgao looked at him, and there was a softness between his eyebrows that did not belong to the president: "Really."

"...You are not kidding me."

He Songgao said expressionlessly: "No. Do I look like that kind of person?"

Oh, Roger suddenly realized. I almost forgot what kind of person this guy is. It's rare to hear him say a good word even if the sky falls. Roger's pent-up anger dissipated a little. He especially wanted to hear the president praise him. Even if it wasn't so specific, just a few general comments, he would be very happy, as if he was recognized. He cleared his throat, glanced at He Songgao, and said in a low and excited voice: "What did I do well? Tell me, I will work hard to improve."

"Don't push your luck." The president glanced at him indifferently. Although the temperature of his voice was still cold, his attitude was much kinder, which really made Roger wonder if he had been taken advantage of. "You've done a good job, just keep working hard."

Roger was so happy that he almost turned into fireworks from the 28th floor to the sky. The happiness in his eyes could not be concealed at all. He grinned and said, "It seems that I do have the potential to be a secretary. Don't worry, I will keep working hard! Hehehe."

He Songgao chuckled, lowered his head and started to eat: "You are the best. Eat quickly, and I will take you home after you finish eating."

——That's why Luo Jie felt conflicted, and every time he wanted to resign, he would think over and over again, whether it was his personality or he didn't like him and was targeting him on purpose.

The president is indeed the president, his heart is hard to predict and unpredictable.

A few days after that day, it happened to be the president's birthday. Luo Jie thought about repaying him... Oh no, not repaying, it was an exchange, to thank him for his concern for him.

When he was worrying about what gift to give, the administrative department organized a "Winter Warmth" event, inviting everyone to drink warm Tremella, Lily and Red Date Congee, do handicrafts DIY, and everyone can also receive a winter tonic gift package.

Roger happily went to the event when he had nothing to do at noon. He was very interested in DIY scented candles. The beautiful girl in the administration department tried to sell him a candle and said sweetly, "Secretary Luo, make one for your girlfriend - do you have a girlfriend?"

Roger looked at her and said nothing. Just kidding, if she knew that he made this for the president, gossip would spread all over the building.

He touched the plastic bag filled with wax and said, "How do I make this? Teach me."

The beautiful girl introduced it to him attentively, "It's very simple. There is melted wax on the stove. You can pour it into the sub-bottle, add your favorite essential oils and pigments, mix it well, pour it into the glass bottle, put in the wax wick, fix it and wait for it to solidify. You can also decorate it with dried flowers. By the way," she winked at Roger and said mysteriously, "Do you have someone you like? We have prepared some wax paper. You can write your confession on the paper first and bury the paper in the candle. In this way, when the candle burns to a certain degree, she will see the hidden words - how about it, isn't it very romantic?"

Roger nodded in approval, "Not bad, very creative."

"You can give it a try."

Roger's heart moved. Alvis' birthday will be in a few days. It's just right to give him this to wish him a happy birthday!

Roger did it right away. He made the candle. The process was quite simple. When he was writing on the sulfuric acid paper, the little beauty kept watching. Roger coughed lightly, and the little beauty immediately realized: "You write, you write, if you need any help, call me at any time!"

Roger wrote on the paper seriously: "Alvis, happy birthday, happy every day."

Finally, it was done, and it looked quite real.

He took the candle and planned to give it to Alvis on his birthday.

But he thought, isn't it too perfunctory to just give this? At least there should be a valuable gift, otherwise how can I show my sincerity. So he carefully selected a tie, and Roger liked it almost at first sight. It was a very elegant blue-gray color, which was particularly in line with the president's temperament.

The president was also working overtime on his birthday, until ten o'clock in the evening. Roger sneaked from his workstation into the president's office. The president was sitting on the sofa resting and drinking tea. Roger first gently placed the gift box containing the tie on the tea table, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "President He, today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday! This is my gift to you." He pushed the box over.

He Songgao stared at the gift box without moving: "What is this?"

"You will know if you open it."

He Songgao put down the teacup, picked up the gift box, and opened it.

Roger's heart was pounding: "How is it? Does it look good? I've been choosing for a long time, and I think this color is especially suitable for you." What

Roger didn't expect was that He Songgao actually closed the box after taking a look! It was closed with a snap, which was particularly impolite.

Roger was extremely disappointed and said, "You don't like it?"

He Songgao looked calm and said in a calmer tone: "I like it - thank you."

This expression is not like liking it at all. And he didn't even open it. If he shook the tie open, he would definitely see him - the sincere secretary spent a night blowing a 100-word rainbow fart, all praising how great the president is, and how he admired him and regarded him as a benchmark for his career - to a certain extent, it alleviated the embarrassment of the low value of this tie (for the president).

Luo Jie snorted softly, unable to hide his unhappiness: "If you don't like it, just say it directly. I, I," he kept saying "I" for a long time, but he still remembered that he was someone's secretary and couldn't be too excessive, so he said sullenly, "I'll return it and change it to another one."

He Songgao frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but didn't, as if he was hesitant to speak.

"What are you doing?" Luo Jie glared at him.

He Songgao opened the lid again, pinched the tie with two fingers, and lifted it up.

Even now, Luo Jie thought this tie was beautiful, and most importantly, it was expensive, at least expensive for Luo Jie, costing him half a month's salary. Roger himself would never buy such an expensive tie, but - he was willing to be so generous to the president, and this man didn't appreciate it. The more

he thought about it, the angrier he got.

He Songgao finally had enough. In Roger's opinion, he was being picky. Maybe he was being picky about the workmanship, or maybe he was being picky about the color. Anyway, he was being picky. Maybe he was still complaining about the secretary's aesthetic taste in his heart, blaming him for choosing such an ugly tie for him - he would never wear it out.

But the president's next words made Roger stunned. He said, "Do you know what it means to give someone a tie as a gift?"

"Ah?" Roger was stunned. "What does it mean?"

He Songgao stared at him without blinking.

This man's eyes were very black, and his whites were very white, showing a clear distinction between black and white and full of insight. Roger was scared by him.

"Is there so much to be particular about when giving a gift? I just think the color of this tie is very beautiful." Roger said uncertainly.

What could the meaning of giving you a tie? Does it mean to strangle you? Oh my god, the president doesn't think I want to strangle him. Roger wiped his sweat. Although sometimes he really wanted to strangle - eh, but he shouldn't do it on his birthday, another day, another day.

He Songgao's eyes wandered between Roger and the tie. With Roger's limited brain capacity, he really couldn't figure out what the president was thinking at the moment. He decided not to think about it. Why make himself so tired.

He just stared at He Songgao.

He Songgao, holding the tie, suddenly said: "Can you tie a tie?"

"Of course I can." Roger said, a little confused about what he wanted to do.

"Not for myself, but for others."

Luo Jie was stunned and said, "I can do it."

"Then you help me do it and see the effect." He Songgao stood up and looked down at Luo Jie, "My hands are a little sore and weak recently."

Luo Jie didn't react and thought there was anything wrong. At this time, He Songgao hadn't revealed his sexual orientation yet, but he just had a strange temper. He stood up and walked in front of He Songgao. He Songgao was a little taller than him, so he had to tilt his head slightly. The president was wearing a navy blue suit today, which didn't really match the color of this tie, but it still looked good.

Luo Jie untied the tie the president was wearing. This winter was particularly cold, and the president finally turned on the heater for himself. Through the thin shirt, he felt the warmth radiating from the president's chest. The distance was too close, and he could smell the president's perfume, sweet and bitter. He carefully turned up the president's shirt collar, then put the tie he bought on the president's neck, twisted it, tied it, and then pulled it tight, and put down the shirt collar. Hmm, perfect!

He admired his masterpiece: "Wow, it looks good!"

He Songgao said: "It's too tight, it's strangling my neck."

"Ah?" Roger was startled and quickly loosened it a little, "What about now?"

"It's too loose, it doesn't look good."

Roger could only tighten it up little by little: "What about now?"

"..."

"?" Roger raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

"Okay." He Songgao turned his head and said, "Go find me a mirror."

"Go to the bathroom and see for yourself."

He Songgao paused and said, "Okay."

He went to the bathroom by himself.

Luo Jie sat down to drink tea. After a while, He Songgao came out.

"Doesn't it look good?" Suddenly I think that blue and navy blue are also good. I will match them like this next time!

He Songgao snorted lightly and finally acknowledged Roger's vision: "Not bad, good vision."

"Hehe." Roger drank the warm tea and felt that his vision was very good. "Next time you can buy this color yourself. It's really beautiful."

He Songgao: "Oh." He raised his wrist to look at the time. It was past ten o'clock in the evening. Recently, they always worked overtime together until this time, otherwise Roger would not find a chance to give a gift to the president. "It's getting late, let's go home, I'll take you there." "

Yeah, yeah." Only when

I went downstairs did I find it snowing. Large flakes of snow were swirling down from the sky, and the ground was covered with a layer of white fluff.

"Wow, it's snowing!" Roger exclaimed, feeling happy again because of the unexpected first snow. Today was a perfect day. Although he was a little depressed during the day, after the president's comfort, he felt like he had been reborn! It turned out that the president was not only the president, but also the gentle and kind Alvis. He thought that Alvis was overshadowed by the president's glory, but that was not the case.

Roger stole a glance at He Songgao beside him. Even though his temperament was completely different, his heart was still the same, and it had not changed.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and decided to say hello to the old Alvis. "Alvis, it's snowing, happy winter."

He heard He Songgao's cold and distant voice beside him: "Yeah, happy winter."

When he got home, he remembered that he had forgotten to give the handmade candle to the president. When he went to the office in the morning, he saw that the black bag was on the tea table where the president made tea. Roger opened the bag and suddenly found that the candle was a bit inferior and the workmanship was not very good. The wax was dirty and stuck to the bottle, which looked a bit dirty.

Oh, forget it, since I've given a tie, it doesn't matter whether I give a candle or not, Roger thought so, and then put the candle away. Let's talk about it later when he makes the president angry. Although it's not worth the money, it's also a token of my appreciation. I hope the president will not bother with him for his kindness.

Not long after this happened, Roger discovered the president's sexual orientation - although he had long forgotten the existence of the candle at that time, how could he not say it was a kind of luck.

Otherwise, the president would suspect that his secretary had a crush on him. Giving him a handmade candle and hiding a note inside the candle, it seemed like something one would do to express love!

Roger stared at the candle in his palm, thinking that if he couldn't give it then, he could give it now. They had already talked it out, and there wouldn't be any misunderstandings. And - even he was surprised to find out the token of appreciation from so many years ago.

It turns out that he and the president had some friendly moments together. Thinking about it carefully, there were actually quite a lot of such moments, but the president was usually too cruel, so he would occasionally forget such things.

So, if you are nice to someone, you must leave a deep impression on the other person, otherwise he might forget it one day.

Thinking about what he said to the president that night, Roger felt a little guilty.

Actually, he was wrong. The president didn't seem to be that bad. He had warmth, but it was not very obvious, making it difficult for people to notice.