1546 invitation to dance

It's Thursday in a flash.

In recent days, Mr. Ghent, the head of the branch, is very busy and hardly appears.

My colleague talked about it in the tea room at lunch and said, "Mr. Ghent is accompanying Mr. Leton. It seems that there is something important. They walk around."

"Is it to survey the terrain and open another branch?"

That's a good guess.

If we open another branch in Hong Kong, are the presidents and managers all transferred from the UK, or are the people who use the Hong Kong Branch nearby?

Everyone's on the edge.

On Friday morning, He Wei saw a supervisor who was very lazy and always dressed in fancy clothes. This time, he accidentally shaved his beard, wore a suit, vest, shoes and tie.

He is not used to such formal dress. He has to pull his tie from time to time and return quietly. He can't show his fists and feet by cutting a suit that fits him, and can't sit still.

"Do you really want to open a branch? If so, can I transfer it? The new branch head doesn't need to be too reliable. It's better than Mr. Ghent. " He Wei plans.

If you want to transfer, you have to show up in front of Mr. Leighton.

He Wei is a delicate Oriental face. In the eyes of the British, she is a great beauty.

As long as she showed up, Mr. Leton must remember her. Moreover, she met Mr. Leton's daughter, Miss Anna. She liked He Wei very much.

"Is the weekend party really on? Can I get the invitation?" He Wei is a little restless.

She wanted to keep her job too much, and felt that Mr. Ghent was shameless and unwilling to work under him.

While she was daydreaming, Mr. Ghent came back. In a hurry, he went directly to his own office with the no greeting.

He stayed in the office for no more than five minutes. He went away again. Obviously, he just came back to get things or send them back.

He Wei stretched out his head to look at his eyes and found that others were also looking. She silently took back her sight.

"In such a hurry, are you really opening a branch at the chosen address?" He Wei has some doubts.

If it is to open a branch, many people should discuss it, investigate the terrain together, and then slowly discuss the documents, instead of finding the President alone.

The expectation in He Wei's heart was put down. She'd better live under Mr. Ghent.

Midway through, she went to the bathroom.

When she came back, she found a small opening in her desk drawer, which seemed to have been opened by someone. He is slightly surprised, quickly opens, then she saw an invitation letter.

The invitation letter is very delicate. It contains the time, place and He Wei's Chinese and English names.

"The ball?" He Wei's heart sank as soon as he was happy.

What do you mean by sneaking around like this?

He Wei raises his eyes and looks at the direction of Zhang Zhu. He finds that Zhang Zhu sometimes sneaks under his desk. In addition to Zhang soo, several colleagues beside him are also different.

"Who just came?" He Wei asked a colleague next to him who was concentrating on his work.

The colleague's eyes did not leave the document in front of him: "Mr. Ghent's secretary."

Later, He Wei went to the bathroom and found out the gap. Mr. Ghent's secretary did come over to sign a document with several people.

Mr. gent is not here. What documents are you going to sign? Obviously that's an excuse. It's an invitation.

It should be a small welcome party.

He Wei put the invitation in place and began to work quietly.

After work, she went to buy meat and made braised pork.

Then she went to knock on the door of the old gentleman next door.

The old man wrote poems at night, went to buy wine in the morning, then fell asleep drunk all day, and woke up at seven or eight in the evening.

He smiled and said, "last time, please try my braised pork."

The old man has no resistance to greasy meat. He wants to invite He Wei in, but the room is like a pigsty, dirty, messy and smelly, and he is more reluctant to go to He Wei's room alone.

"There is a table and chair on the top floor." He Wei Dao.

The old man went back to his room. Soon he took two candles and said to He Wei, "candlelight dinner. Well, that's romance."

He Wei feels that eating braised pork with a bowl is not romantic.

They went up to the top floor.

At the end of October, Hong Kong is a bit cool, blue sky is cloudless, a few stars twinkle, like a handful of broken gold.

He Wei put down the chopsticks and the old man lit the candle himself.

With such candlelight, he ate a large piece of braised pork.

"... Mr. Lao, have you ever worked in the head office or the branch?" He asked.

"Head office," said the Old English gentleman

"And do you know what Mr. Matthew Leton likes? I mean to subordinates, not to women. " He Wei asked carefully.

The old gentleman blocked his mouth with stewed pork. He chewed and chewed on his cheeks, and then answered her for a while: "he appreciates the diligent subordinates very much. I once told him that truly efficient subordinates would not work overtime. Only those who work late or deliberately show off will stay to work overtime.

Such people can't be reused. But Matthew thinks that if he can work hard, he has feelings for the bank, and he likes this kind of subordinates. "

He Wei is a little frustrated.

At the ball, there's no such chance. Isn't she going to the ball?

"Have you ever held a high position?" He Wei asked again.

The old man said: "no, but I dare to say anything. It's just because it's unimportant that Matthew won't listen to me. He's just like me. "

He Wei knows.

What came to her mind, she asked the old man, "Mr. Ghent is in his fifties. Do you know him?"

"Yes."

"What do you think of him?" He asked.

She wanted to find Mr. Ghent's weakness and deal with him in the future. If the old gentleman happens to know, it would be great.

"Ghent, dirty but not greedy, he is a good subordinate, but not suitable to be a friend." Said the old man.

This sentence is extremely accurate.

He smiled and said, "you really know them."

"I have nothing to do, so I look at people all day." Said the old man.

He Wei then asked Mr. leiduner again. She said that Mr. Ghent was a little disrespectful to her. She didn't want to work under him very much. If she opened a new bank, she would like to work in the branch.

"No new branches will be opened." The old man said, "opening a branch is not so easy, young lady. When Mr. Ghent comes to Hong Kong, he will not have a ball with your young people. He is not so cheap. "

He weiyileng.

What does that mean?

She looked at the old man.

The old Englishman was full of oil and beard. He looked like a tramp. It's hard for such a person to imagine his ability and insight.

If he got along well, he would be a sub president like Mr. Ghent, not a poet.

But some of his words make sense. He Wei thought about this. She was going to that dance hall.