Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 33:

Miss Pan De retracted her search.

She raised her eyebrows: “It seems you are very confident about your resume.”

“We will know.” I sipped the lemonade, “Of course the first choice is to stay in the subsidiary, assuming I can stay.”

“As long as you can complete your work and ensure the complete implementation of this optimization project, I don’t think it is a difficult task.” Miss Pan De remained silent.

She was very gentle, so she started to give me information. Does this imply that all my opponents of the project will be driven away? In this way, I can indeed sit securely in the new company-but it’s too painful.

What does the group want?

Or is she putting eye drops on me?

At this moment we got up and prepared to leave. I asked: “Is my price reasonable?”

“Of course.” Miss Pan De nodded. She added: “What I said just now is serious. Regarding afternoon tea. It’s very relaxing to spend a weekend afternoon in the club. Sometimes it’s too stressful, so I’ll come and sit for a while and enjoy the SPA by the way. I usually sleep well after home.”

I nodded: “Maybe some other time. You know, now that there are more and more cases, I was thinking that the days for meeting like this might not be long.”

“Do you think Singapore will also restrict going out?” Miss Pan De nodded when she saw me, “It’s hard to tell. Now posters that don’t encourage healthy people to wear masks are still everywhere-do you have enough supplies to protect yourself?”

“Oh, yes, thank you for your concern.” The queue was too choking before, but finally I got someone to help buy it on the Superman software.

Green Superman is similar to the domestic Yellow Knights and Blue Knights, and their business scope is similar, but they started with taxi services. Takeaway is a new business, and they are competing with fellow Pandaren. They are quite rich, and they often dig people from us or the company next door, and they heard that the treatment is very good.

“Take good care of yourself.”

“So are you.” I realized that she might not want to reply to me immediately, so I didn’t ask for any more conditions, and chatted, “I thought you were a person who would relax through exercise. You know, they seem to often Take time to exercise, and sometimes even sacrifice lunch for it.”

This can be regarded as a common problem for consulting and investment banks. I have always felt that this kind of ethos started in college. The so-called ‘sleep, social and grade points, you can only choose two”, American higher education is very harmful.

“No,” she laughed and waved her hand. “That kind of life is too hurried and respectable, but it’s not my favorite. On weekends when I don’t need to go out, I usually clean up my house, read a book, and then video with my family. .”

I nodded: “What books do you read?”

“I liked non-fiction works a while ago. I read more novels this year. I read Don Deliro and Woolf. This week I plan to read “TheGodOfSmallThings.”

I squinted. The author of that book is Arandati Roy, who won the Booker Prize. That is a very…very clear-cut writer. How could Miss Pan De read her book?

I said: “I heard that the writing style of that book is very Indian.”

“Yes.” She laughed. “I don’t know if you have ever dealt with Indians who were born and raised in India. Some of them speak English like that. You will hear Indian phrases and lack of verbs. Sentences or something—similar to Singapore. I think even for Chinese Americans, Singaporean English is not easy to understand.”

I nodded: “But they usually switch to standard English when they hear your accent. At least I survived, and I didn’t starve to death because I couldn’t buy anything.”

There was a smile in Miss Pan De’s eyes.

“But your figure is very well maintained.” I held my arms, not to mention anything else, the line of her arms would definitely not be possible by controlling diet alone, “because you often play badminton with people like me?”

“I don’t exercise with my client.” She glanced at me thoughtfully, and then said, “I can dance. I stay in the dance classroom for a while every Sunday, so I don’t need extra exercise.”

“Wow.” Hearing what she said, I suddenly realized that I had never seen her on Sunday. At first I thought it was she who was going to work on Sunday-a partner, understandable. I asked: “What dance are you doing?”

“Latin. Rumba and bullfighting are more.” She barely changed her expression, just looked at me intently, as if she was talking about work.

I didn’t know much about dance, so I said, “Then you must have studied for a long time. It’s really good to be able to stick to your hobby after work…”

My voice disappeared. Miss Pan De approached me with her eyes facing each other. I couldn’t stand still, and took a step back, pressing my back against the wall.

I completely forgot what I was about to say, and my throat finally responded: “Sonia?”

“Don’t move.” She looked serious.

I couldn’t help but hold my breath, Miss Pande’s hand went around my hair and threw something on the ground. I followed along, but it was too dark to see anything.

“Okay.” She stretched her brows. “A bug. I’m sorry I just scared you.”

She took a step back, her breath disappeared from my ears.

I was relieved: “Thank you.”

After all, Singapore is located in the tropics, with good greenery, let alone insects, I even saw lizards on the way to work, and they were very much fancied, and walked to the bus stop. Pigeons foraging in open-air food courts are also very common, but it’s a bit scary. I don’t usually go to such places.

Miss Pan De must have good eyesight. I looked at the person who helped me catch the bug.

She just smiled and shook her head.

Before parting, she finally brought up the subject of meeting today. I thought she would reply to me later, but I didn’t expect her to say: “I feel that our work together will be something to look forward to.”

Is this agreed?

I said: “I hope my work is worthy of my compensation.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, Yao.” She reached out to me, “I will try to make sure you get what you pay.”

“Happy cooperation.” I held her in my hand.

“Happy cooperation.”

After returning home, I registered a new work email address at the request of Miss Pan De, and then she would use Skype to have a meeting with me. I was determined to pretend to be dead over the weekend—but there was really nothing to do. I wanted to do yoga, try mindfulness, relax and go to bed earlier, but as soon as I laid the mat, my head automatically started to work.

This makes me feel very difficult.

Apart from work, I really have nothing.

What are everyone doing? Old Huang should be choking. The two in his family are typical outdoor pie. They are extremely difficult to cope with in the house. They have to sweat and sway their youth when they go out; the boss is a man at home, and he can stay at home after a weekend. I must be very happy. Kevin must have been to his “Elite Weekend”. He is a bachelor, and his life should be the same as mine. Maybe he should stay with Xu Xin and the others. Are they in the same group when they are colleagues? Was the news given to him by the big boss?

I patted my forehead. Why are you back to work again?

At a loss as to what to do, I pulled out the Kindle from the box—but immediately I closed the door and pretended that the second bedroom didn’t belong to my house.

One day I will clean up. One day when I am free-now I am not free, I will be busy in a daze-when I am free, I will turn the second bedroom upside down and chaotic enough that it can no longer be chaotic, then I am willing to clean up.

One day, I bought “TheGodOfSmallThings” and started to read it.

I usually don’t like to read English. Too tired, the reading speed is about the same as that of Chinese characters, but Chinese is the first language after all, so I don’t have to worry about it. There is a Chinese translation of this novel, and there are even two translations of the titles “The God of the Little Things” and “The Humble God”, but I still read the original text.

Because the writing is very Indian, I thought.

I selectively ignored why I picked this book.

On the 1st, the cumulative number of confirmed cases in Singapore reached 1,000, and only forty-five people were cured. I checked the latest data and found that the number of cases has risen rapidly since late March. I had a bad feeling, so I took time to buy frozen food.

The supermarket is half empty.

I was still in Indonesia during the February “toilet paper turmoil”. I just saw some photos at the time and thought it was an example. Today I really understood that the recording of “Why toilet paper” would “leak” out.

If I see that toilet paper on the shelf is sold out, and most of the unpopular instant noodles are left, I can’t help but “leak” it.

The tally clerk is swiftly replenishing the goods, but the things I want have not been on the shelves for a long time. The two large insulated bags that I brought out didn’t come in handy at all. I took two kinds of cans and quick-frozen forks that people obviously didn’t like and sintered them. Lao Huang laughed at me mercilessly and pointed me to the kind of small supermarket near the HDB. I should still be able to buy food—and toilet paper.

There are no boxes of household goods on the shelves. I really don’t know what to think about. I bought two weeks’ worth of frozen food and went home. The freight supply chain is still unblocked, and the shortage of daily necessities is only a short-lived one, which can only reflect people’s emotions. I am not a local, and I don’t have time to wander around on the Internet. Naturally, I don’t know why everyone is watching the wind.

Two days later, PM gave a televised speech.

Singapore announced the adoption of a “circuit breaker” measure, which officially began to block all citizens on April 7.