When I came out of the Human Resources Department, I was a little confused, and I still had a bad breath in my heart. There were only two ways in front of me. Either go tell Luo Xiangdong and ask him to kill me neatly, or go work in the translation department.
But obviously, I don’t want to choose either path.
Not to mention meeting Luo Xiangdong, I feel itchy with hatred just thinking about him now. But let me go back to the translation department... I don't feel good about it either.
Even if I can't resign, my grievance cannot be in vain. I put the apartment key, room card, and a series of gold cards for clubs and luxury stores that Luo Xiangdong gave me in an envelope, and then went directly upstairs and placed them on my office desk.
Since Luo Xiangdong doesn't want me to hang out in front of him, I will disappear from his sight from now on.
I don't have any other abilities, I just have a stubborn temper. He doesn't want to see me, and I don't want to see him even more.
When I came out of the assistant's office, I happened to run into Han Xuetong. When Han Xuetong saw me, her eyes widened slightly, and then she smiled and said, "Zijin, when did you come?"
In the past, I came whenever I wanted, but the dragon never saw its end. No wonder Han Xuetong didn't know when I came.
I tried hard to pull the corners of my lips and replied, "Just here."
Han Xuetong smiled and said, "How did you spend Christmas?"
My heart was stabbed unexpectedly, and the smile on my face became more and more forced. Secretly regulating my breathing, I took the initiative to change the topic.
I said, "Xuetong, from today on I won't work at the top floor. We won't have as many opportunities to meet in the future. Please take care of yourself and say hello to my sister Guan Yue later. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
When Han Xuetong heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he asked hurriedly: "Zijin, what happened?"
I smiled lightly and replied: "Nothing, I just want to go back to work in the translation department."
What I said surprised Han Xuetong more than what happened. She looked at me blankly for three to five seconds before she said, "Why do you want to go back to the translation department all of a sudden?"
I smiled slightly and did not explain, because I knew that Han Xuetong would not ask again.
Sure enough, Han Xuetong quickly said: "It's okay Zijin, everyone works at Luo's anyway, it's just not on the same floor. Sister Guan Yue and I will often come down to play with you in the future."
I know that Han Xuetong's words are polite, and naturally I won't naively think that we will only be separated by a few floors from now on.
However, I responded with a faint smile, said a few words to her, and then turned around and left.
When I took the elevator down from the top floor, I saw my own face, which I couldn't tell whether it was white or weak, from the illuminated elevator wall. On the plane back from the United States, I had a headache and barely slept. After that, I kept going all the way and didn't sleep for more than 20 hours.
My eyes were so swollen that I thought they would pop out any minute. I gritted my teeth, endured the discomfort, and walked out of the elevator on the translation department floor.
Although I have only worked in the translation department for less than three months, all the old and new people in the translation department know me. As soon as I appeared, someone immediately saw me, and then they were as enthusiastic as meeting an old man they hadn't seen in eight lifetimes, and hurried forward to say hello.
I was surrounded by a group of people, and everyone greeted me with affection and affection.
Someone asked: "Zijin, aren't you busy today? Why do you have time to come to the translation department to visit us?"
Look at their current wording. From upstairs to downstairs, I always come here to visit.
I couldn't tell whether I was feeling anxious or self-deprecating. Before I answered, I was already anticipating what kind of expressions they would have on their faces later.
Smiling slightly, I replied aloud: "I'm not here to visit. Starting today, I'm back to work in the translation department."
I deliberately said it calmly, even with a bit of briskness.
When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then someone smiled and said: "Zijin, stop joking."
My eyes widened slightly, and I replied with a slight smile: "I'm not kidding, I'm serious."
Yang Yi walked over from the direction of the tea room, holding a coffee cup in his hand. Handing the coffee cup to me, she smiled and said, "I think you are too tired from working upstairs, so you want to come down and use my door to tease me, right?"
I reached out and took the cup, feeling warm in my palms.
Looking at Yang Yi, I smiled lightly and said, "No. I really want to go back to work."
Yang Yi looked at me without blinking, and the smile on his face gradually became a little labored. Everyone around me smiled reluctantly, and they didn't know whether what I said was true or false.
Just as Meng Yuanqing walked in from the door, everyone shouted: "Deputy Minister."
Meng Yuanqing smiled and nodded, then accidentally glanced at me and met my eyes.
I nodded towards him and called politely: "Deputy Minister."
After Meng Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, he quickly said with a smile: "Assistant Liang."
Meng Yuanqing called me Assistant Liang, and everyone thought I was joking, and the smile on his face returned to its previous brightness.
I looked at Meng Yuanqing and said in public: "Vice Minister, I am no longer the assistant to the president. Mr. Luo asked me to come back to work in the translation department. I came here to report."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed, including Meng Yuanqing's.
But soon, with a look from Meng Yuanqing, everyone immediately dispersed and returned to their office areas to work, walking like a gust of wind.
Meng Yuanqing said to me: "Come to my office."
I followed Meng Yuanqing to his office. During this period, many colleagues were looking at me carefully. I pretended not to notice them until I entered the deputy minister's office.
Meng Yuanqing walked around the table and asked me before sitting down: "Oh, by the way, what do you want to drink?"
I replied softly: "No, I won't drink."
When Meng Yuanqing saw me standing, he said again: "Sit down."
I sat down on the chair, across the desk from Meng Yuanqing. He folded his hands on the table. I had noticed it before. This was his habitual little gesture.
He looked at me and said aloud: "Mr. Zhou is on a business trip abroad, and I haven't received any instructions from you to come back to work yet. Has the deployment document been handed down, or did Mr. Luo say it verbally?"
I said, "Mr. Luo said it verbally."
Meng Yuanqing nodded slightly, and then said: "Have you finished handing over your work at the top?"
I nodded, although there was nothing to hand over.
Meng Yuanqing said: "Well, there is already a new person sitting in your previous seat. You go out and find another empty seat. I will call Minister Zhou and ask her if she has received the news from above."
I stood up and said, "Trouble, Deputy Minister."
Meng Yuanqing smiled lightly: "You're welcome. We are all our own people. You are welcome to come back to the translation department."
When I walked out of Meng Yuanqing's office, everyone seemed to be working, but in fact they kept looking at me from the corner of their eyes. No one can understand the embarrassment I feel now. At first, Luo Xiangdong didn't even say hello and just asked Han Xuetong and Guan Yue to take me upstairs. He didn't consider what my colleagues around me would think of me.
Now he demoted me with just one word and abandoned me like a worn out shoe. I really can't understand him. Does he want me to be good, or is he trying to push me to be the target of public criticism
I bravely pretended to be calm and walked through every office area. I haven't been back for several months, and all the empty seats have been taken by new people, including my original seat.
I was like a prisoner who dragged himself through the streets and was forced to bear the strange looks of everyone. When I came here before, everyone wanted to jump out of their chairs and rush to me to say hello; but once they knew that I was back to work and no longer Luo Xiangdong's assistant, they could turn their backs on me within a few minutes. people.
I walked past Yang Yi. Yang Yi deliberately lowered his head to read the documents without even picking it up.
My head was buzzing. I walked for a long time without finding a seat, but suddenly I thought of Wang Huining. Why didn't I see her
In the huge translation department, no one talked to me. I shamelessly returned to my original seat, where a young girl in her twenties sat.
Seeing me walking towards her, she lowered her head and didn't look sideways until I asked aloud, "Excuse me, where is Wang Huining?"
The girl had to raise her head. She looked at me and said "Ah" first, and then said: "She has something to do these two days and didn't come to ask for leave."
I asked again: "Then is she still sitting here?"
The girl nodded.
I had nothing to ask, because in the entire translation department, the only person I could think of as a close friend was Wang Huining.
Just when I was holding back the sourness and tears, and was about to raise my eyes again to see where there was an empty seat, a familiar voice came from behind me.
"Zijin, this way."
This voice was like a ray of light piercing the darkness, instantly pulling me out of the abyss of despair.
I turned around and saw a person sitting in the corner, and she waved to me.
I don’t know if it’s because of the distance, but when I look at that face, I feel familiar yet unfamiliar.
But I still walked over. The closer I got, the more surprised I became that the person calling me was Dong Jianan. It’s just that we haven’t seen her for several months, and she has changed so much.
She used to be quite tacky. Not to mention her lack of discernment in choosing clothes, even if she wore good-looking clothes, she would immediately drop a few prices. She never puts on makeup and doesn't even know how to trim her eyebrows.
But now, she is wearing a fashionable suit that costs several thousand, her hair has been cut, and she has exquisite makeup on her face. No wonder I couldn't tell who she was from far away just now.
After I approached, Dong Jianan sat on the chair, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to me: "Sit down first."
I can't tell whether I'm happy or sad in my heart. I always feel that things have changed and people have changed. Thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west.
Sitting down next to Dong Jianan, I caught a glimpse of her immediately lowering her head to read the documents, not paying attention to me at all, not even a symbolic greeting.
Since when did our friendship end like this