Why was I a little upset? I worked for a while and was absent-minded. I kept thinking that Song Juhan would just leave like this. I was afraid that I would ignore him for a long time, and he was a person who didn't know how to resolve conflicts. It wasn't because he was embarrassed, it was true.

He didn't know what to do. He once tried to make peace with Song Juhan after he was angry, which made Song Juhan even more angry.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the company. He had planned to give himself a day off because he was too tired yesterday, but now he needed to work to distract himself.

Before going out, he suddenly found a mobile phone on the sofa. He walked over and saw that it belonged to Song Juhan. Song Juhan didn't care about most things and often left things behind.

He sent a text message to Xiaosong: Xiaosong, Juhan’s mobile phone is here with me - why.

Then I put my phone away and went out.

When he arrived at the company, assistant Chen Shan was surprised to see him: "Mr. He, aren't you feeling well today?"

"I'm worried about something."

"Mr. He, you look so handsome today." Chen Shan looked him up and down and complimented, "I think your taste is getting better and better."

He He looked at his clothes. They were clothes given to him by the sponsor that Song Juhan had casually left here last time. The pants were too long for him to wear, but the top still fit him. Taste was something that was piled up with money.

"Our Mr. He has a good figure and is handsome. He doesn't look good no matter what he wears. He just has too high standards. My niece graduated from Oxford, and Mr. He doesn't like her." The administrative manager is a middle-aged lady with a straightforward personality.

There are very few people in the company who dare to joke about it, and she is one of them.

Why did he pretend not to hear: "Let's all go to work." After that, he went to communicate with his subordinates about the progress of the project.

He joined this nationally renowned large state-owned enterprise as soon as he graduated, worked hard for six years, and became a middle-level leader. He knew that his career had almost stopped here, because he was not good at communication and words, and could not manage.

He knows how to do his own profession. He is satisfied with his current position and income, but the workload is heavy.

After reading the project report of his subordinates, he found a lot of faults. Probably because he was in a bad mood, his tone was particularly harsh.

It happened that Chen Shan came in at this moment: "Mr. He, Mr. Gu is looking for you."

"Mr. Gu?"

"Well, I'm in the office. I'll ask you to come over when you have time."

The subordinates breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know." He He said a few words and left the office.

The "Mr. Gu" Chen Shan refers to is Gu Qingpei. He is a senior executive of their company. He started out in production, later in charge of personnel, and now in charge of bidding and procurement. He is only three or four years older than him. He is very capable and his career is developing rapidly.

, which is unmatched by others. Gu Qingpei is the number one figure in the company. His ability, knowledge, and eloquence are just one aspect. The main reason is that he is so handsome.

He He and Gu Qingpei often have business contacts, and Mr. Gu takes good care of him. They have a good relationship.

I took the elevator upstairs, walked through the long corridor, and knocked on the magnificent solid wood door in front of me.

The offices above the ninth floor are occupied by senior executives. They were renovated a year ago and cost more than two million yuan just to decorate them. It would be hypocritical to say that I don't envy them at all, but why do I know that I will never move into an office like this?

"Please come in." A steady and magnetic voice came from the office.

Why did you push the door open and go in?

In the spacious and luxurious director's office, a tall man wearing a white shirt was standing in front of his desk, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand holding a pen. There was milky white rice paper spread on the table, and he was writing.

"Mr. Gu."

"He Gong, you're here." Gu Qingpei raised his head and smiled at He Gong. He was in his early thirties and had an impeccably handsome face, with narrow cheeks, a pointed chin, two thick eyebrows that were raised diagonally, and a pair of long and narrow eyebrows.

There is always an unfathomable depth in his eyes. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his hair is meticulously pushed back, the collar of his white shirt is as sharp as a knife, and his whole body exudes a sense of fine craftsmanship.

He looked like an elite person. He raised his chin and said, "Sit."

Why did I sit down on the sofa?

Gu Qingpei dipped his ink in it and continued to write something on the rice paper, while saying: "I have been practicing calligraphy recently. When I write, my mind will be particularly calm, which is helpful for thinking and decompression. You can try it when you have time."

"good."

Gu Qingpei put down his pen, gently put the small-leaf red sandalwood paperweight aside, picked up the paper, looked at He He, and said with a smile: "How is it?"

There are two lines of words written on the paper: Riding the long wind and breaking thousands of miles of waves, Ling Qingyun roars the nine-day song.

The word is vigorous and free-spirited, like the traces of a coiling dragon raking water.

He Yi felt relieved. It seemed that the rumors that Gu Qingpei was going to change jobs were true. He could probably guess the purpose of Gu Qingpei calling him here. He nodded: "Mr. Gu, your handwriting is very good."

Gu Qingpei chuckled: "If someone else praises me like this, it sounds like flattery to me, but when it comes out of your mouth, it sounds like you mean it."

He He said: "It's really good."

Gu Qingpei rolled up the words and put them in the silk bucket, and walked over. The tailor-made suit perfectly set off his slender and tall figure.

Why did you stand up?

Gu Qingpei said: "Sit, sit." He sat next to him and handed him the words: "For you."

"Thank you, Mr. Gu." He He accepted it politely.

Gu Qingpei looked at He He: "Have you not had a good rest recently? You look very tired."

"Well, I have a project waiting for me."

"The money belongs to the company, and the body belongs to you. You have to find a balance between these. People's energy is limited, so don't force yourself too much."

"good."

Gu Qingpei picked up the purple clay teapot and poured tea for He He.

He He said hurriedly: "Mr. Gu, let me do it."

Gu Qingpei smiled and said: "You're welcome." He poured two cups of tea: "Have a try."

After taking a sip, I couldn't tell why. I could only say: "Good tea."

GuQingpei smiled: "Why, you are really interesting."

Why don't you know what Gu Qingpei means by "interesting", but he knows that it is wrong to ask the leader to pour tea. After so many years, he still often exposes many shortcomings in human sophistication in details.

"Don't be nervous, let's chat casually."

"oh."

"He Gong, how many years have you been in the company?"

"Six years."

"I am also an old employee. I remember when I was in charge of human resources two years ago, I would evaluate you every year. How about I evaluate you again today? Let's talk about your views on the current situation, position, and work intensity.

Salary, environment, everything is fine."

Why nodded hesitantly.

Gu Qingpei asked him about his recent project, and in his words he was testing whether he was satisfied with the position, workload and salary. Why was he just unsociable and not stupid, so he could only give an evasive answer.

The two chatted for about ten minutes, and Gu Qingpei got to the point: "You may have heard that I am in the process of handing over my work and will be resigning next month."

He He nodded: "I heard, where is Mr. Gu going to get a job?"

"A friend's company is mainly engaged in real estate." Gu Qingpei leaned on the sofa and looked around: "I have only used this new office for half a year, and I am really reluctant to part with it."

"You have worked here for ten years. You must have made a lot of determination for such a big change."

"Yeah, my friend started looking for me two years ago, and I evaluated it for more than two years. In fact, I have no dissatisfaction with our unit. The leaders value it, the subordinates are capable, and I have a big tree at my back so I can enjoy the shade, so I don't have to worry too much.

Big responsibility, and after sitting in my position, I have a lot of leisure time at work, and spend most of my time bragging and drinking, but..." Gu Qingpei smiled: "It is precisely because of this that I feel that my life has no passion at all.

, I am still young, and I still like a challenging life. If I stay here, it will be over if I join the board of directors, but I feel that I am much more than that."

Why have I always admired Gu Qingpei? Gu Qingpei is not just a showman with good looks and a sharp tongue. He is a resolute and decisive leader, and he is also easy-going, gentle and gentlemanly. He is also rigorous, professional and incomparable.

He has a picky academic background, and like him, Gu Qingpei is also an engineer, but their development is completely different.

When he was a few years younger, he had the idea of ​​climbing up the social ladder, and wanted to try to socialize and build relationships. Because after leaving school and entering society, he realized that the gap between himself and Song Juhan was a chasm.

He once naively thought that he could shorten the distance through hard work, but every time he started, he felt tired and scared. Gu Qingpei was like a mirror, as long as he looked at it, he would give up those tiring thoughts.

, working on projects with peace of mind. As he gets older, he knows more clearly what he can and cannot do. For example, he cannot fill the gap even if he sleeps all his life.

He He suddenly realized that he was in a daze, and immediately came back to his senses, just in time to meet Gu Qingpei's smiling eyes. He nodded awkwardly: "Mr. Gu's abilities can indeed have more room to display."

Gu Qingpei laughed twice: "Why? I didn't say these words to anyone in the company. I've always judged people very accurately. We both have similar experiences. Every time I see you, I feel like I'm seeing someone from before."

Myself, it’s just that we have different personalities, and you are more stable.”

"Thank you, Mr. Gu." He He thought to himself, he is really good at talking, and he can describe not seeking advancement as "stable". Every time he talks to Gu Qingpei, he can learn a thing or two.

Gu Qingpei smiled and said: "Okay, I know you are busy with work, so I won't beat around the bush. You are always smart and you should be able to guess what I want to say. What do you think, are you willing to follow me?"

Why had indeed guessed it a long time ago. He originally wanted to refuse, but just as his brain was swollen, he suddenly changed his mind when he thought of the fatigue of the past few days and staying up late and working overtime. It would be better to listen to what Gu Qingpei said and give himself one more choice.

So he asked about the situation carefully.

Gu Qingpei briefly described the situation of the company he was about to switch to and gave He Yi a good prospect. But after hearing this, He Yi found that it was not in line with his expectations. Although his annual salary was much higher, he could lead projects independently.

He will only be more tired and stressed than now, and private companies are no better than state-owned companies, and he will bear a lot of responsibility for any problems. Of course, he can't refuse directly, just saying that he needs time to think about it.

Gu Qingpei naturally understood that he had many concerns, so he chatted about other things and even asked him to treat him to dinner another day.

After coming out of Gu Qingpei's office and taking the elevator downstairs, his cell phone suddenly rang. Because the sound was a bit unfamiliar, he didn't react for a moment, but he was the only one in the elevator. He immediately realized that it was Song Juhan's cell phone.

He quickly answered the phone: "Hello, Xiaosong."
To be continued...