MTL - Assistant Lin Has Something To Say-Chapter 7

He Jianshan's appointment with Min Jia has been postponed because there is a new movie coming out of Min Jia's company, so we have to run the promotion first, and then make an appointment when we are all busy for a while. When Lin Hui received the notice, he couldn't tell whether he was relieved or tormented.

He has been dealing with the investment company under Wanzhu these two days. He Zhao is in charge of this company. It stands to reason that the work of a subsidiary does not have to be discussed with the group. However, He Jianshan has set up a one-person department in this company, and Lin Hui is the head of the department—risk control Department manager, let him watch a little.

In fact, Lin Hui didn't understand what the so-called "watching" actually means. The investment company is run by a group of quite professional people. He only needs to report the project situation to He Jianshan regularly. If you have doubts, you can raise them individually and let him decide. Today, two documents from the investment company appeared at the same time: one is a normal investment application license, which needs to be signed and confirmed by the person in charge of the risk control department; the other is sent to him by Zhou Xiaofei, the manager of the evaluation team, saying It was Mr. He Zhao who recently watched a project with good prospects, a strong team, and a broad market. In short, it was hype. But they did a detailed evaluation and were not very recognized. Zhou Xiaofei said it very bluntly in the report: he came to cheat money. But this project was introduced by He Zhao's friend, and He Zhao is now determined to invest.

This is where the disagreement arises.

Lin Hui understands the reason why Zhou Xiaofei kicked the ball over. The company's surname is He, there is no way to vote, but the team doesn't want to take responsibility, it is better to make it clear. Don't blame them again if something goes wrong. Lin Hui actually believes in the team from the bottom of his heart. They have rich experience. If this project has a low profit, he can close his eyes and be afraid of hidden dangers and thunderstorms, which will ultimately affect Wanzhu's reputation.

After thinking for a while, Lin put the application on hold for the time being. He reported the matter to He Jianshan in detail, but He Jianshan had no response and asked casually, "What do you think?"

Lin Hui tactfully replied: "Manager Zhou's evaluation report is supported by detailed data, which makes sense."

"I will go to Qiushan Garden for dinner tonight, and I will come to you tomorrow to finalize this matter."

"Okay, Mr. He."

Qiushan Garden is the villa area where He Zhao's family lives. He Jianshan goes back to Qiushan Villa every month for a family dinner. According to Lin Hui's observation, He Jianshan has a good relationship with his grandfather, but he has a delicate relationship with He Zhao: he doesn't seem to have love, nor can he hate him. Compared with father and son, he is more like a distant relative who occasionally walks around. To put it rudely, if it wasn't for the family banquet held once a month, Lin Hui would have suspected that He Jianshan's parents, like him, were long gone.

What Lin Hui didn't know was that He Jianshan's grandfather forcibly requested the once-a-month dinner. When people are old, they always hope to see their family and reunion with the United States and the United States. Before Mr. He went abroad for recuperation, he clenched He Jianshan's hand tightly and said earnestly, "Your father has been like this all his life. He is stupid, but he is not bad-hearted. You should take care of him."

He added: "Go home to eat more, I am also a father, I know, he wants to see you."

He Jianshan felt that his father's family was complete and he didn't necessarily need him, but looking at the wrinkles on the old man's face and earnest eyes, he did not refute.

When He Jianshan arrived at Qiushan Garden, the auntie in the villa was already preparing dishes. He Zhao was sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone. His stepmother Jiang Qing and his half-brother He Jianchuan were watching TV while talking. The picture looked happy. However, when He Jianshan appeared, the air was subtly quiet. He Jianshan was accustomed to it, and just waited to finish eating and go back. He also had a video conference at 9 o'clock.

The sound of chopsticks touching dishes and chewing could be heard in pieces.

He Zhao ate two mouthfuls of dishes, looked at He Jianshan, hesitated for a long time, but said first: "How are you doing?"

"Good."

"Is the company going well?"

"Good."

He Zhao paused, took a bite, and asked, "How is Lao Zhao's daughter doing in the company?"

"Which Lao Zhao?"

"Zhao Tao, I mentioned to you last time that his daughter entered Wanzhu. Two days ago, Lao Zhao said he wanted to invite you to dinner."

"Oh, you asked Lin Hui, I don't know."

He Zhao changed the subject: "Your brother is graduating from college next year, I think let him follow you and learn something."

He Jianshan glanced at He Jianchuan, saw that the other party's head was about to be buried in the bowl, and said lightly: "I suggest you stay in each department for a while, first to get familiar with the company's operating mechanism, and secondly to You can see if you like it. You can ask Lin Hui to arrange it."

He Zhao choked and said nothing.

Jiang Qing glanced at He Zhao, hurriedly pushed the dish in front of He Jianshan, and said with a smile: "Xiaoshan, eat more. Sister Hong's roasted pork with bamboo shoots is very good today. eat."

He Jianshan responded politely: "Thank you." He took a bamboo shoot and put it in the bowl, remembering one thing: "By the way, we still have to wait for that project, the risk assessment will not pass. ." The "Zero Wei" in He Jian Shankou is the project that He Zhao has always wanted to invest in.

"What's the risk? Probably not, it's Lao Yang, Yang Kunmao's project. Lao Yang has been with me for more than ten years, so he won't cheat on me. Besides, no one is here these days. Dare to say that you have zero risk."

"It's two different things. I wouldn't say anything if it's your personal investment, but since it's a company, I'll definitely look at the appraisal report."

He Zhao was a little anxious: "But I have also seriously investigated this project, and I have also visited the site. I think there is no problem."

"I checked with Lin, the investment model—"

He Zhao couldn't hold back his anger: "Are you my son, or is Lin Hui my son? Why is everything Lin Hui?"

There was silence.

He Jianchuan straightened his body and did not dare to let out the air. He secretly glanced at his mother and asked silently, "Who is Lin Hui?"

Jiang Qing glared at He Jianchuan and motioned him to shut up.

He Jianshan was very calm: "Business affairs, everything you mentioned is related to the company, and Lin Hui is the general assistant, I won't mention who he is?"

He Zhao frowned: "In your eyes, is it official business for your brother to learn things with you?"

"If you think it's a private matter - did you ask him what he meant?"

Everyone looked at He Jianchuan.

He Jianchuan looked at his parents, and then at He Jianshan: The other party's eyes were cold, and he looked no different from before. He couldn't help but take a bite of rice, chewed it twice, and then in the eyes of everyone, he shrank his throat: "I, I want to be a band."

He Zhao slammed his chopsticks.

A meal broke up.

He Jianshan drove back to where he lived. The decoration style of his house is cold and hard, and the whole looks very neat. Only the beige-grey sofa in the living room, because it was given by Xue Pei, was so soft that one wanted to sink into it. He Jianshan sat on the sofa and loosened his tie, and then he didn't move. The familiar environment did not make him relax, and he only felt tired when facing the empty room. I don't know how long it took, but the phone made a "beep beep" sound, reminding him that he still had 15 minutes to start the video conference. But He Jianshan was a little tired, and he didn't want to have a meeting.

He called Lin Hui—

"Hello, Mr. He?"

"I-I have something to do temporarily, so I won't be open at night."

"Okay Mr. He, I'll let you know later, can I change it to tomorrow?"

"...more on that."

Lin Hui felt strange. He Jianshan rarely had such ambiguity, and his request was always clear and unambiguous. And generally speaking, even if there is something, He Jianshan will inform him at least half an hour in advance that the meeting will be rescheduled, instead of being unable to talk until it is about to start, like making a temporary excuse to let go of the pigeons.

"What are you doing?" He Jianshan's voice sounded again.

Lin returned to his senses, glanced at the Ele.me bag in front of him, and said, "I just got takeout, ready for dinner."

"So late for dinner?"

"...I ate afternoon tea from other departments in the afternoon. I wasn't very hungry, so dinner was a little later."

"What did you order?"

"Beef noodles." Lin Hui quickly cut out the phone to notify the cancellation of the meeting, then turned on the hands-free and put it on the table, untied the plastic bag and took out dinner.

He Jianshan heard the rustling voice, and asked again: "If you order noodles, will the noodles not taste good when they are delivered?"

Lin Hui said helplessly: "Not yet, but if we continue to talk, the face will be too much."

The other end of the phone smiled lightly and said, "Then you have a good meal, goodbye." Then he hung up the phone, leaving Lin Hui looking at the phone, thoughtful.

While eating noodles, Lin Hui guessed what happened to He Jianshan at Qiushan Villa, or else he would not waste time talking to him about something while saying that he had something to cancel the meeting. of. They worked together for so long, although Lin Hui was not as afraid of him as others, but He Jianshan was not the kind of person who would make a special call to chat with others. Many people have said privately that He Jianshan is like a robot, but he is not a robot.

Although he was always invincible, Lin Hui knew that he would be tired too.

Lin Hui finished eating the noodles, stared at the phone for a while, and then called He Jianshan.

The call was quickly connected: "Hello—"

Lin Hui swallowed nervously: "Mr. He, it's me, it's like this, you—the project in Ninghai—"

He Jianshan interrupted him: "Lin Hui, it's off-duty time now, and the work can be reported tomorrow."

Lin Hui was dumbfounded.

The two were silent together on the phone, only a slight breathing sound passed into each other's ears through radio waves. After a while, Lin Hui said dryly, "What did you eat at night?"

"Roasted Pork with Bamboo Shoots."

"Sounds good."

He Jianshan changed his posture and lay on the sofa, recalling the taste: "It's really okay."

"Oh, my beef noodles are delicious too."

He Jianshan suddenly remembered that he had seen him eat noodles a few times before, and asked, "Do you like noodles very much?"

"Huh? It's okay."

The phone is quiet.

"I-"

"You—"

"You first—"

"You said—"

Quiet again.

Lin Hui felt a strange feeling in his heart, the two of them suddenly became very clumsy, but this kind of clumsiness should not appear on He Jianshan. Lin Hui's heart was beating a little faster for no reason. He took a deep breath and felt that he had eaten too much. The reason he made this call was that He Jianshan might need someone to accompany him, which sounded a bit incredible, but even if he was wrong, Lin Hui was still willing to do such a thing.

He calmed down, and He Jianshan on the other end of the phone said again: "Do you often eat takeout? Don't cook?"

"It's too annoying to cook alone, I'm lazy."

"Lazy?" He Jianshan's voice sounded a little surprised, "Are you lazy?"

Lin recalled that he was always meticulous in the office, and said to a showdown: "I'm lazy at home, how about you, Mr. He? Is there an auntie who cooks every day?" Someone as busy as He Jianshan , definitely need someone to be responsible for hygiene and three meals.

He Jianshan said: "No, I don't like outsiders in my home."

This was really beyond Lin Hui's expectations, he asked: "Is that cooking by yourself? What about hygiene? Do it yourself?"

"I don't have much range of activities, I usually clean up easily, of course, there will be a special person to clean it regularly. If I eat, the supermarket will deliver fresh food once a week, and I will make it myself whenever I have time. I don't have time. Let the restaurant deliver it to your door."

Lin Huizhen was stunned: "Can you cook?"

He Jianshan was silent for a while: "It's not unusual."

Lin Hui thought sourly: What kind of person is this, he is devised in shopping malls, and he is a good houseworker in life, he is too perfect!

He was at a loss for words, but He Jianshan added: "I have a chance to invite you to taste the dishes I made."

Lin Hui's heart stopped for a moment.

Although it was just a polite remark, if He Jianshan invited him like this half a month ago, he might not be able to sleep happily, but now when he thinks that He Jianshan has an unfulfilled date , he immediately calmed down.

This is a hopeless unrequited love.

When faced with the proposition of whether He Jianshan will eventually go to love and marriage, Lin Hui often thinks: Sooner or later, it would be better if I give up my mind earlier, die sooner rather than later. But most of the time, he thought greedily: later, later.

Lin Hui clenched the phone: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

It is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The author has something to say:

Not so fast, don't worry, although I often write when I think you two are so **** fit why aren't they together? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha