Chapter 36

Calculating the time, it is only five days later. The president's birthday is a big deal. Fortunately, he remembered it. If he didn't, the president might use this to make a fuss. Roger imagined him saying in that sly tone: "You are my secretary, but you don't even remember my birthday. How can you be a secretary?"

It's so scary. It's a serious crime punishable by death!

Roger hid on the rooftop in a panic to choose a gift for the president.

First go to the shopping platform to see if there is anything suitable.

There are also some considerations when giving gifts to the president. What does he lack? And he has the best. With Roger's financial resources, he can't afford to buy something too expensive, so just give a gift of your heart, preferably one with a meaning. For example, last year he carefully selected a pot of sea island yellow cycads, which symbolizes daily wealth. The president seemed to like it very much. He placed it next to the tea table and watered it whenever he had time. Another example, the year before last, he bought a few purebred golden arowana and put them in the president's large fish tank, symbolizing the shining golden light. The year before last, he forgot what he gave as a gift... but it was almost the same, not very expensive, but very meaningful.

Roger thought hard and finally remembered that he had bought an oil-drop Jian織 from a craftsman as a gift some time ago. It was very exquisite and would make him feel much better when drinking tea. It happened that he broke two of the president's teacups not long ago, so he regarded it as compensation. So he chatted with the craftsman privately and asked if he had a finished Jian織, preferably in pairs. The other party said that they had some, but none of the oil dripping ones were in very good condition. There were two Yohen bowls, but the price was a bit expensive, so he asked Luo Jie if he wanted them. Luo Jie asked how much it cost, and the other party said it was much higher than his actual budget. Luo Jie was a little hesitant, so he said he would think about it.

"Okay, then I'll give you a few days, you think about it." The craftsman said.

When he came down, he happened to meet the president coming out of the elevator. Luo Jie was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stood at attention: "President He, you just came back?"

"Yes." He Songgao said, without stopping, "Notice a meeting, in the large conference room downstairs in ten minutes, ask all supervisors and above to come over."

"Okay." Luo Jie said, thinking, what happened?

The next time, I realized it was no big deal, just work arrangements during a business trip to Europe. Roger breathed a sigh of relief and sat in the spectator's seat, paying close attention to the movements of his own president.

Five years have made him develop the habit of always following He Songgao. Perhaps this is a compulsory course for every secretary, and they study leaders as if they were studying a subject. When the leader comes in, they open the door; when the leader is thirsty, they deliver water; when the leader's eyebrows move, the secretaries must know the president's next move. For example, now, He Songgao is sitting, listening carefully to the work reports of several supervisors. He came in in a hurry and only took off his coat, without even having time to unbutton his suit. Perhaps he felt restrained, he straightened up slightly, reached under the table with one hand, and unbuttoned the bottom button of his suit.

Now that he felt comfortable, his brows relaxed a little.

Roger couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, He Songgao looked at him.

Roger's smile hadn't faded yet, so he might as well smile even brighter.

He said with a smiling look: "President, you look so handsome today!" I don't know if the president understood.

The president lowered his head, opened his mobile phone and typed on it with one hand.

Roger's mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and when he took it out, he saw that the president was actually sending him a message: "What are you grinning at."

Roger was shocked, they were in a meeting now! He was still speaking, and he actually had time to slack off! Luo Jie said seriously, fulfilling his duty to remind the president: "Be serious in the meeting."

The president hung up his phone and continued his speech.

The meeting lasted less than 20 minutes. He Songgao's style was so stable. He would say something when he had something to say and then leave after he was done. He never wasted everyone's time.

After the meeting, Luo Jie accompanied He Songgao back to the office.

When there was no one around, Luo Jie whispered to He Songgao, "You look really good in this suit today. I said that the midnight dark is suitable for you. Others look like insurance salesmen when they wear it, but you look like a real nobleman!"

He Songgao glanced at him, "What? Have you done something bad again?"

"What do you mean? Do I only praise you when you do something wrong?" Luo Jie flattered him naturally, "I really think so. Wear this style next time. It's very pleasing to the eye."

"So you like this style." He Songgao stopped and stared at him thoughtfully.

"Ah?" Luo Jie was stunned, a little confused, "I like it very much..."

A colleague hurriedly passed by with a file bag, and Luo Jie immediately stood up and pretended to discuss business with the president.

After he walked away, Luo Jie whispered again: "Your schedule should not change in the next few days."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just confirming." If the schedule does not change, then the president will be in the company all day on his birthday, which will facilitate his gift-giving plan.

"No change for the time being."

"Yeah." It was exactly what he wanted!

Luo Jie went back and bought the two Yohen Kengei. They looked very beautiful in the picture. Although the president said that he didn't like this kind of fancy style, it's not bad to change the taste occasionally. Wouldn't it be boring to look at those plain things all day?

The two assistants knew that Luo Jie was going on a business trip to Europe with the president, and they were very panicked. Qinqin said, "Secretary Luo, what are we going to do when you leave? It feels like something bad is going to happen at any time, I'm so scared."

Luo Jie said, "What's there to be afraid of? The president is gone, and the president's office is up to you two."

Qinqin was stunned for a moment: "Oh, that's right." But soon she said, "No, I still don't feel safe. Secretary Luo, can you remotely control us?"

"Oh, you are just too timid." Luo Jie rolled up his sleeves and said seriously, "The time difference is different, how can I control you remotely? The president is on a business trip, and I am accompanying him. Things at home are just trivial matters. Just do it, I will protect you, be good!"

After comforting the two assistants, Luo Jie continued to prepare for the business trip without stopping. He was busy until four or five in the afternoon. It was almost time to get off work. Luo Jie asked He Songgao: "Are you going to work overtime in the evening?"

He Songgao said: "Yes."

It's really pitiful. Every year, his birthday is celebrated in the company. Doesn't this guy have any friends? Luo Jie felt sorry for his president, and then said: "Then I will order food. What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever."

How can you be casual about your birthday? Roger found out the ranking of the president's favorite restaurants, picked a Cantonese restaurant, and ordered a lot of dishes in one go, all the president's favorites, that's how generous!

The hotel was a little slow in serving food, and the takeaway was not delivered until after 7 o'clock. Roger walked into the president's office carrying a lot of bags. The president was on the phone, speaking English. Roger didn't disturb him and walked into the dining area quietly.

While the president was still busy at work, he simply decorated the restaurant, put on some balloons and ribbons, and placed a bunch of fresh flowers, finally creating a birthday atmosphere. He put the food on the table, but didn't open the lid yet, fearing the cold. The atmosphere was already here, so it would be wrong not to drink some wine. He planned to ask the president if he could open a bottle of wine in the wine cabinet, haha.

Halfway through his work, He Songgao came in.

Luo Jie looked at him strangely: "Didn't you say you would be busy for a while?"

He Songgao: "How can I feel like working when you're walking around the office?" He looked at the colorful balloons and ribbons, and his eyebrows wrinkled, "What is this?"

"It's your birthday, you didn't forget it."

"...No." He Songgao sat down, "It's too ugly, don't do it next time."

"This is the atmosphere of a birthday."

The two sat face to face, and before Luo Jie picked up his chopsticks, he looked at He Songgao seriously, again and again.

"Why are you looking at me?" He Songgao finally couldn't help it.

Roger said, taking the opportunity to flatter the president: "You don't seem to have changed. You looked like this when I first met you, without a single wrinkle. How do you maintain your appearance?"

"I'm naturally beautiful."

"Tsk tsk, you should be talking about me." Roger touched his face and said narcissistically, "It's almost the same for me. Every day when I wake up and look in the mirror, I sigh, how can I be so good-looking. My skin is smooth and delicate, and I have hardly had acne in all these years... Speaking of this, I remember one autumn, it was cold late, and I was prone to getting angry. You deliberately pissed me off and caused me to have a super big pimple right in the center of my forehead. I was so angry that I spent many days shaving it off."

He Songgao tilted his head and thought for a while, "When was it? How could I forget."

"Hmph, you forget things a lot."

"What exactly was it?"

To be honest, Roger had forgotten, but he just remembered that he got pimples from being angry. There were so many similar things. If he remembered every one of them, he would probably have to write in his notebook for three days and three nights before he could finish. Forget it, he didn't want to be the kind of person who holds grudges! Luo Jie said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold!" He picked up a pigeon leg and put it into He Songgao's bowl, "This is your favorite fried pigeon breast in butter, try it and see if the chef's cooking skills have declined."

Halfway through the meal, Luo Jie pretended to be casual and said, "Today is your birthday, let's light some candles!" He took out the scented candles and lighter that he had prepared long ago and lit them. After a while, a fragrance began to appear in the air, a fresh and soft floral scent. Luo Jie sniffed and said exaggeratedly, "What a nice smell!"

He Songgao didn't react, and even felt that the smell was a bit pungent: "It smells bad."

Humph, if you think it smells bad now, you will be moved later.

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Luo Jie took out the gift he had prepared and handed it to He Songgao: "This is a gift for you. You are one year older. I wish you a happy birthday and happiness every day."

In order to show his sincerity, Luo Jie specially wrapped the box containing the teacup with wrapping paper and asked Lulu to tie a particularly beautiful bow for him. The president may have been too bothersome and put it aside without any intention of opening it!

Luo Jie was a little anxious: "Why don't you open it? Don't you want to know what I gave you?"

He Songgao weighed the gift box and said, "Tea set?"

Oh my! Luo Jie was stunned: "How do you know?! You won't peek at my phone!" Too scary, does this person have some terrible prophetic ability? !

He Songgao snorted lightly, as if he knew Roger very well: "With your... taste, what else can I give you as a gift."

Roger looked at him suspiciously: "Did you want to talk about IQ?"

"...No." He Songgao said, and quickly opened the gift box. It was indeed a tea set, and two fancy-looking host cups. He paused and said, "It looks pretty good. Thank you."

"Hehe." Roger smiled foolishly, "It just so happened that I broke two of your teacups a few days ago, so consider it as compensation." He

Songgao covered the lid of the gift box, put it aside, and said, "It's broken, don't take it to heart."

"How can that be?" That was a gift from your father, "You have to pay for it if it's broken. I'm not that kind of impolite secretary."

"..." He Songgao put down his chopsticks and looked at him with a half-smile, "It seems you broke more than two of my teacups."

"Uh." Luo Jie changed the subject guiltily, "The quality of this store is not good, it fluctuates, I have to talk to their boss."