MTL - The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday-Chapter 19

It was a long dinner.

I ordered the most expensive dish on the menu, I drank two glasses of noble rot wine, dipped in the CEO's light, and the chef also let me try the new dishes that the restaurant was developing recently.

Live even improvised a song for me live.

There are flowers from the Netherlands and desserts from France.

The corrupting power of capitalism is so powerful.

Ignoring the magical bossy talk from the president from time to time, the dinner table was still full of laughter.

It took a lot of time to buy clothes and change clothes. We entered the restaurant relatively late, and we didn’t come out until it was close to midnight when the restaurant was closed.

I nodded gratefully to the president, "President, thank you very much today, I had a great time. I'm going to the station in front to take the bus home, you don't have to take me off, goodbye."

The president smiled imperceptibly, reached out and grabbed my wrist, "Take you somewhere."

Is the president still thinking about the thing in the morning that I will crawl out of bed if I don't have a bite? My old face must have turned red, but fortunately, I shouldn't be able to see clearly in the dark, so I said coyly: "I'm not the kind of subordinate who can climb the bed, don't worry."

The president did not respond to my denial, "Get in the car."

I obediently got into the president's car.

I'm a little nervous.

What's more terrifying is that there is actually a little hazy little expectation in my heart.

Today's president is amazingly considerate, a man with outstanding appearance greets me, it is really difficult to be completely unmoved.

In the past, it was because I always had a psychological concept of superiority and inferiority towards the president, and he often uttered weird words, but today I am no longer the secretary of the president, we are just ordinary Two people, two equal people.

Pink bubbles gurgling in the car.

The night is really easy to make human emotions surging, and then lose themselves and make some irreversible wrong decisions.

The car stopped as it passed the plaza in the evening.

I glanced around blankly, it was late at night, and even the aunt and uncle who were dancing square dances went home, "What are you doing here?"

The president unfastened his seat belt, put one hand on the back of my chair, leaned towards me unhurriedly, a faint smile spread across his lips, "Secretary , go back to the company to work."

The dark street lights brewed a charming air, and the semi-dark light made the handsome facial features of the president exude an indescribable temptation.

The atmosphere made me blurt out, "Oh, why haven't you given up yet!"

After saying that, I was so embarrassed that my skin fell to the ground.

Secret, you have fallen! You are sinking! You stumble... oh, you haven't stumbled yet.

The president smiled evilly, "Give up on you for the next life!"

The president has too many rhetoric, I can't do it anymore.

It's over, what should I do if the president is rude and flirtatious?

My heart was pounding so fast that it was about to pop out of my chest.

The president's determination is as unfounded as always, "Woman, wait, I will make you come back to me willingly."

But I suddenly like this set.

I bit my lower lip so hard that I forgot to breathe.

What does the president do? Should he confess to me? This progress is a bit too fast. Although Minister Zhang is already in the past tense, I am not mentally prepared to accept another person so soon.

The president firmly opened the door and got out of the car with his long legs.

Huh?

What is this expansion?

I looked out the car window, and the president walked on the railroad tracks of a male model in the empty square at midnight.

Watching the president walk slowly towards the center of the square, my eyelids slowly dropped.

It's been a tiring day and I'm a little sleepy.

And the president is walking too slowly, so hypnotizing.

I was drowsy, and when my head was unconsciously poking down, the president finally walked to the center of the square.

The president turned his head to face me, his slightly raised head was arrogant and noble, and his straight posture was like a natural king.

He raised his right hand and pointed an index finger at me, his eyes were firm and proud.

He said: "I am a big pig's hoof."

I nearly fell off my seat.

My God!

The president did it, although not when the voices were full of people, but he surpassed the character and broke through himself.

And it's all for me.

I couldn't help but burst into tears.

The CEO walked back to the car slowly and firmly, "Woman, come back to work."

I was in tears and my head was hot, "Okay! I promise you!"

To be honest, the things the president did for me today, it would be a lie to say that I was not moved.

However, when I was moved, I always felt that something was wrong.

I calmed down a little and wiped away the tears of excitement, "President, take the liberty to ask, your actions today are not your own ideas, right?"

The president pretended not to hear and remained silent.

I had to resort to nirvana to threaten him, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't go back to work at Batian Group."

The president hesitated for a few seconds, turned his head to look out the window, and handed me the phone, which was a conversation between him and someone else.

Emotional tutor: [Hello, thank you for choosing a teacher, the teacher will not let you down. Do you need a teacher to help you get your ex back? 】President: 【Secretary who resigned. 】Emotional tutor: 【This is beyond the general business scope, and you have to pay more. 】…

Continue to look down a few lines, emotional tutor: [It turns out to be a female secretary, then it doesn't matter, as long as you use the method taught by the teacher, it is common to all women. 】…

It turns out that the ambiguous atmosphere is not my illusion, it is the president who has the wrong teacher.

The blooming smile gradually solidified.

The thumping heart is getting colder.

I sank my face and resumed the serious look of business affairs, "You can ask me to go back to work, you have to agree to make three chapters with me."

The president picked the corner of his eyes, "Speak."

I've wanted to do this for a long time, so I'm welcome!

I smiled politely, "First, have you seen the English book I left for you on the plane? You will start your English study tomorrow, I will arrange a teacher for you and sign up three for you In the IELTS test in a month, if you can't get a score of 6 in four subjects in listening, speaking, reading and writing, I will resign immediately."

The CEO's smile disappeared instantly, and his tone suddenly darkened, "Woman, are you challenging my bottom line?"

I admit, I may be a little bit angry, and my attitude is not very friendly, "Yes, I can't listen to the plastic English of the eight countries."

Before the president's incompetence and rage broke out, I quickly put forward a second condition, "Second, I just ordered the textbooks of economic law and accounting for you, as the president of the group It is absolutely impossible not to be proficient in these two disciplines.”

The president's eyes seemed to want to tear me apart, gnashing his teeth to squeeze out the word "good".

It is really embarrassing to misunderstand that others have a good opinion of me. I don't want to see the president frequently recently. "Third, replace the glass between the president's office and the secretary's office back to the wall."

The president is beyond doubt, "No."

The lesser of the two evils, "Then I will register you for next year's CFA exam, you can choose." By the way, he shook his finger to remind the president, "That's an all-English exam. "

The president's always proud face put a conceited smile on his face, "Secretary, I think you may have forgotten, I am an American, I studied in the United States since I was a child, and I graduated from the top 1 business school in the world. youngest doctor."

I shrugged indifferently, "Okay, I'll ask you a few questions that a Ph.D. in business school must know, if you can answer it, I'll take back all the requirements I just made, and return to the bully unconditionally. Tian Group work."

The president was aroused by my provocation and sneered at me disdainfully, "You said."

“What is the biggest difference between the preparation of group consolidated statements under IFRS and USGAAP? Can the transfer of movable property be against a bona fide third party without registration? What four categories does the Boston Matrix divide all the business operations of a company into? What are the downsides of fundraising with warranted bonds?”

The president looked at the boundless night and was silent for a few minutes, his beautiful thin lips parted lightly, "When will the book arrive?"

This is the thirst for knowledge that a man who controls the economic lifeline should have. I am very pleased to persuade a lost lamb to return, "It should be there tomorrow, I will deliver it in time Go to your office and make a suitable study plan for you."

The president who was fooled came back to his senses, "Secretary, I don't need to understand these details, I only make the final decision."

I can't go on anymore, President, doesn't it hurt to be slapped in the face all the time?

I bent my index finger and knocked on the window glass three times, a bit like the head teacher who knocked on the blackboard in middle school, "First of all, your final decision has always been made for you, you are only responsible for me Sign your name on the completed documents, and you haven't signed your name recently, just say 'um' and let me put an electronic signature on it for you. Secondly, you must at least understand the principle before you know the people under you Have you been fooled! In case I am not by your side to support you in the future..."

The president smiled coldly, "Woman, you are mine, don't try to escape from my palm in this life."

…

I lost.

I lost completely.

I lost terribly.

Why on earth would I agree to this idiot to go back to work and continue to endure the torment of his magic voice?

Beauty!

I beat myself into a sea of ​​grief in my head, wishing I could make myself deaf, "President, let me correct the third request, please don't tell me this kind of inexplicable in the future. words."

I've always been picky about women, and it's your honor that I like you."

…

Well, I want to resign again.

Want to smash the car.

The president's deep voice was helpless and doting, "Woman, what else do you ask for?"

"Do you mind if I put a song in public?"

I used my phone to search for the Sanskrit "Great Compassion Mantra".

Meeting the president's puzzled black eyes, I was expressionless, "It's nothing, it's just that my ears just told me that they might need to be cleaned."