The Epic Revenge Chapter 1546: Invitation to the dance
It's Thursday.
In the past few days, Mr. Ghent, the branch manager, has been very busy and rarely shows up.
A colleague talked about this in the pantry during lunch and said, "Mr. Gent is accompanying Mr. Leightoner, as if there is something important, they go everywhere."
"Should we survey the terrain and open another branch?"
This guess is quite plausible.
If a branch is opened in Hong Kong, will the branch manager and management personnel be all transferred from the UK, or will they use the nearest branch in Hong Kong?
Everyone's spirits are tense.
On Friday morning, He Wei saw a supervisor, who was usually very lazy and always dressed in fancy clothes, but this time he accidentally shaved his beard, wore a suit, vest, leather shoes, and a tie.
He is not used to such formal clothes, he has to pull his tie from time to time, and then return to his position silently. The tailored suit makes him unable to use his fists and feet, and he can no longer sit and sit.
"Do you really want to open a branch? If so, can I transfer it? The new branch manager doesn't need to be too reliable, just a little better than Mr. Ghent." He Wei calculated.
If you want to tune in, you have to show up in front of Mr. Leightoner.
He Wei is a delicate oriental face, in the eyes of the British, she is a great beauty.
Mr. Leightonle will remember her whenever she shows up. Moreover, she had met Miss Anna, Mr. Leightoner's daughter, and she liked He Wei very much.
"Is the weekend dance really going, can I get an invitation?" He Wei couldn't sit still.
She wanted too much to keep her job and felt that Mr. Ghent was too shameless to work under him.
While she was thinking about it, Mr. Ghent returned. He walked in a hurry, didn't say hello to everyone, and went directly to his own office.
After staying in the office for less than five minutes, he left in a hurry, obviously just coming back to get something, or to bring something back.
He Wei stretched out her head to look, and found that others were watching, she silently retracted her gaze.
"In such a hurry, are you really choosing an address to open a branch?" He Wei was a little suspicious.
If you want to open a branch, you need a lot of people to discuss, investigate the terrain together, and then negotiate the documents slowly, instead of looking for the branch manager alone.
He Wei's expectations were put down, and she should still live under Mr. Ghent's hands.
On the way, she went to the bathroom.
When she came back, she found a small hole in her desk drawer, as if someone had pulled it open. He Weiwei was surprised and opened it quickly, and then she saw an invitation letter.
The invitation is very delicate, with the time, place and He Wei's Chinese and English names written on it.
"The dance?"
What does it mean to be so sneaky?
He Wei raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Zhuo's direction, and found that Zhang Zhuo glanced secretly under his desk from time to time. In addition to Zhang Zhuo, a few colleagues next to him also had something different.
"Who is here just now?" He Wei asked a colleague who was concentrating on his work.
The colleague's eyes didn't leave the document in front of him: "Mr. Gent's secretary."
Afterwards, He Wei made another round of attacks and learned that she was free to go to the bathroom. Mr. Ghent's secretary did come over and asked a few people to sign a document.
Mr. Gent is not here. What documents do I need to sign? Obviously that was an excuse, it was here to send an invitation.
This should be a small welcome party.
He Wei put away the invitation and started work quietly.
After get off work, she went to buy meat and made braised pork.
Then she knocked on the door of the old gentleman next door.
The old gentleman writes poetry at night, buys wine in the morning, and sleeps all day drunk, only to wake up at 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening.
He smiled and said, "I said last time, please try the braised pork I made."
The old gentleman has no resistance to greasy meat. He wanted to invite He Wei to come in, but the room was like a pigsty, dirty, messy and smelly, and he was even more reluctant to go to He Wei's room alone.
"There is a table and chairs on the top floor." He Wei said.
The old gentleman went back to the room. Soon he took out two candles and said to He Wei, "Candlelight dinner, um, this is romance."
He Wei feels that holding a bowl and eating braised pork is really not romantic.
They went to the top floor.
Hong Kong at the end of October is a little cooler, the sky is cloudless, and the stars are shining like a handful of gold.
He Wei put down the tableware and the old gentleman lit the candle himself.
He ate a big piece of braised pork with a fork under the candlelight like this.
"...Sir, did you once work in the head office, or a branch?" He Wei asked.
The old English gentleman said: "Headquarters."
"Then do you know what Mr. Matthew Leightoner likes? I mean for subordinates, not for women." He Wei asked cautiously.
The old gentleman blocked his mouth with a mouthful of braised pork, chewed his cheeks bulging, and answered her after a while: "He appreciates diligent subordinates. I once told him that truly efficient subordinates don't work overtime. , only subordinates who are procrastinating or deliberately show off will stay and work overtime.
Such a person is unbearable. But Matthew felt that being able to endure hardships and work overtime was because he had feelings for the bank, and he preferred this type of subordinates. "
He Wei was a little discouraged.
At the prom, there is no such opportunity, doesn't she go to the prom?
"Did you have a high position in the past?" He Wei asked again.
The old gentleman said indifferently: "It's not high, but I dare to say it, and I will mention anything. It's because it's insignificant, so Matthew doesn't want to listen to me. He has a very average relationship with me."
He Wei understands.
She thought of something and asked the old man again: "Mr. Gent is in his fifties, you should know him?"
"Know."
"What kind of person do you think he is?" He Wei asked.
She wants to find some weakness in Mr. Ghent so she can deal with him in the future. If the old gentleman happened to know, all the better.
"Ghent, obscene but not greedy, he is a good subordinate, but not a friend," said the old gentleman.
This sentence is extremely accurate.
He smiled: "You really know them."
"I have nothing to do, so I watch people all day long," said the old man.
He Wei later asked Mr. Leightoner, she said that Mr. Ghent was a little disrespectful to her, she didn't want to work under him, and if she opened a new bank, she wanted to work in a branch.
"Don't open a new branch," said the old gentleman. "It's not that easy, young lady. Mr. Ghent comes to Hong Kong and won't have a ball with you young people, he's not that cheap. "
He Wei was taken aback.
What does this mean?
She glanced at the old gentleman.
The old Englishman had a mouthful of oil and a full beard, looking like a total homeless man. It's hard to imagine such a person's ability and insight.
If he did well, he would be a branch manager like Mr. Ghent, not a poet.
But some of his words make sense. He Wei thought that this was strange, she was going to the dance hall.