Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 116 Secretary
"Dong dong!"

"Miss Weiling, may I come in?"

He Luo, who was at the door, noticed that Qianying, who was wearing a professional skirt with her back turned, was obviously shaking violently for a moment because of her knocking on the door. Then she quickly returned to normal, stretched out her hand to wipe her face, and then turned back with a smile.

"Of course, Mr. He, the tea room is a public space, you can come in anytime, don't worry about me."

He saw a smile on the tear-stained face again, and asked him

"On the contrary, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Don't bother you, I just want to know where the coffee is." Holo gestured.

The secretary was relieved, and pointed to a tan cabinet in front of He Luo: "The coffee beans are all in the cabinet, if you are not interested in hand-ground coffee and want instant coffee, there is one in the drawer in front of you.

The sugar cubes and milk are in the fridge, I can froth for you if you need milk. "

Weiling's secretary told them all about their locations, although He Luo didn't remember them all.

"Don't bother you, I can do it myself." He Luo declined her kindness again, and opened the cabinet in front of him.

A variety of high-end coffee beans appeared in front of him, none of which He Luo could name.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he almost doesn't understand coffee at all. If there are cigarettes or liquor here, He Luo is confident that he can recognize them.

"It's better to have instant coffee," He Luo muttered, before opening the drawer in front of him.

There were mostly instant coffee brands that could be found on the market. He Luo took out one of them, tore it open and poured it into a coffee cup, then poured hot water into it.

Sure enough, instant coffee is the standard equipment in the office. How can there be so much effort to grind coffee beans and froth milk?
He complained in his heart, but saw Weiling's little secretary smiling lightly in front of him.

He Luo thought he had done something wrong and looked at her with confusion. Unexpectedly, the moment their eyes met, Wei Ling turned her head and looked away.

He whispered: "Mr. He, be careful with the hot water. I'm going out first."

After saying that, he quietly left with the tea set in his hand.

Looking at her back, He Luo was a little puzzled. She seemed to be deliberately dodging himself just now, but why?They didn't even have a real exchange of words other than polite words.

Could it be that she was afraid of Wang Zhengyu?And because Wang Zhengyu was closer to him, did He Luo also regard him as someone like Wang Zhengyu?

A somewhat outrageous but very reasonable conjecture formed in his mind. If this is the case, should he explain it clearly to her?

He Luo shook his head, regained consciousness from his messy thoughts, and walked out with the cup of instant coffee.

As soon as he went out, he saw Wang Zhengyu's hand in a strange place, and he hurriedly retracted it when he saw He Luo walking out the door.

He Luo still had to pretend that he didn't see it, lowered his head and stirred the coffee that had been mixed well with a wooden stick, while walking to his seat as if nothing had happened.

I thought to myself that it was definitely a mistake to come today.

Luo: "I agree."

Qiao Qiao: "Hey, I knew you wouldn't reject me, my place has already been booked."

Luo: "Already booked? Which restaurant?"

Qiao Qiao: "Seven Seas"

Luo: "Seven Seas!? Seven Seas with a per capita consumption of 1000+?"

Luo: "Sister, don't you just have a meal? I know a food stall called Diamond Fatty. Does the name sound high-end? How about going there?"

There was a look of contempt over there.

Qiao Qiao: "I pay, not you! Little boy!"

He Luo breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that Qiao Qiao paid the bill.

Luo: "Say it early, rich lady! See you tonight!"

After making an agreement with Qiao Qiao, He Luo played with his mobile phone for a while.

Sometimes I take a sip of lukewarm coffee, sometimes I stand up and exercise my muscles and bones, and look at the scenery outside the window.

Then I kept sighing in my heart that the work of this generation of people on duty is too damn busy. The morning passed quickly, and except for Wang Zhengyu and the female secretary, there was not a single extra person on the seventeenth floor.

As for the classification of tasks, the grunt work such as form leveling was either contracted by the people below, or left to Qian Dai's secretary to do it.

It's simply not the turn of the pumping staff to do it.

So much so that He Luo began to wonder if someone was really needed to be on duty every day.

"Brother Luo, it seems that you are not used to being on duty." Wang Zhengyu obviously had a moment of leisure, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and stood by the window with him looking into the distance.

He Luo rubbed his face: "Brother Wang, I'm wondering what the meaning of life is."

"Oh? So what's the meaning of life?"

"The meaning of life lies in movement, not in a pool of stagnant water. At least in my current state, I think it is very shameful. It is, how should I say, a waste of life."

Wang Zhengyu smiled: "I didn't expect you to be good at philosophy? It seems that Ma Yuan is good at learning? Oh forgot, you are still a high school student and have never taken Ma Yuan's class."

"So Brother Wang" He Luo looked at him carefully: "When will we have dinner?"

Wang Zhengyu froze for a moment, then pointed to the ceiling above his head.

"Anytime, anytime, you can have dinner!"

"Miss Weiling, we're going upstairs for lunch, please take care of me."

"Okay, okay."

After greeting the secretary, the two went to the restaurant to have a feast.

I have to say that the food in the association is indeed good. Even if it is not a high-end restaurant on the 25th floor, but an ordinary canteen, you can still eat food that is far superior to that in civil servants.

After a hearty meal, He Luo picked his teeth and pretended to be casual and asked, "Miss Wei Ling, is she Qian Dai's secretary?"

Wang Zhengyu nodded: "Yes, the little girl's name is Rao Weiling, and she has been here for almost three months."

"Only three months?" This was somewhat beyond He Luo's expectation: "Is it because Qian is more diligent in replacing secretaries?"

Wang Zhengyu smacked his lips: "It's not so much that money replaces the secretary's hard work, it's better to say that they resigned and resigned frequently. Now these little girls who have no experience in the world don't know the rules of survival in the workplace, don't know how to read the boss's face, and read two books. Books just want to get a high salary, how can there be such an easy thing in the world?"

This is not the reason for you to harass others. He Luo muttered in his heart.

Although I object to Wang Zhengyu's behavior in my heart, it is undeniable that this phenomenon does exist in a considerable part of the workplace.

He Luo, who has worked hard in the workplace for several years, knows this well.

"Is it because of Qian Dai's 'thing'?" He Luo asked tentatively.
The 'that matter' he mentioned here naturally refers to the fact that Qian Zhuo was rumored to be discriminated against in all professions except the pumping agent.

Including my own secretary is no exception.

He Luo has reason to believe that under Qian Zhuo's almost paranoid discrimination, it is difficult for anyone to be his personal secretary for more than a period of time.

Because I can't stand his temper.

Wang Zhengyu nodded lightly: "Well, anyway, as long as Qian Dai is around, he often loses his temper with them."

(End of this chapter)