Soon it was Thursday.

These days, Mr. Ghent, the branch manager, has been very busy and hardly shows up.

A colleague talked about this in the pantry during lunch and said, "Mr. Gent is accompanying Mr. Leightoner. It seems that there is something important, and they go everywhere."

"Are you surveying the terrain and opening another branch?"

This guess is quite reliable.

If a branch is opened in Hong Kong, will the branch manager and management personnel be all transferred from the United Kingdom, 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 was not used to such formal attire. Every now and then, he had to pull on his tie and return to his position silently. The tailored suit made him unable to use his fists and feet, and he could no longer sit or sit down.

"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 be transferred, you have to show your face in front of Mr. Leightoner.

He Wei is a delicate oriental face, and in the eyes of the British, she is a great beauty.

As long as she appears, Mr. Leightonle will surely remember her. 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 the 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 bring something back.

He Wei stretched 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 skeptical.

If it is to open a branch, many people should discuss it, investigate the terrain together, and then negotiate the documents slowly, instead of finding the branch manager alone.

The expectations in He Wei's heart were put down, and she should still live under Mr. Ghent's hands honestly.

Halfway through, 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 letter is very delicate, with the time, place and He Wei's Chinese and English names written on it.

"Prom?" He Wei was overjoyed, and then a heart sank again.

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 sneaked a glance under his desk from time to time. In addition to Zhang Zhuo, a few colleagues next to him also had something different.

"Who's here just now?" He Wei asked a colleague who was concentrating on work next to him.

The colleague's eyes didn't leave the document in front of him: "Mr. Gent's secretary."

Later, 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 found a few people to sign a document.

Mr. Ghent 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 the invitation letter away 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 man wrote poetry at night, went to buy wine in the morning, and then slept all day drunk, only to wake up at seven or eight 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 his room, and soon he took out two candles and said to He Wei, "Candlelight dinner, um, this is romance."

He Wei felt that holding a bowl and eating braised pork was really not romantic.

They went to the top floor.

At the end of October, Hong Kong was a little cooler. The sky was cloudless, and the stars were shining like a handful of gold.

He Wei put down the tableware and the old gentleman lit the candle himself.

With such candlelight, he ate a large piece of braised pork with a fork.

"...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'm talking about subordinates, not women." He Wei asked cautiously.

The old gentleman blocked his mouth with a mouthful of braised pork. He chewed and chewed with bulging cheeks before answering her after a while: "He appreciates diligent subordinates. I once told him that truly efficient subordinates don't work overtime, they only do things. Only subordinates who drag or deliberately show off will stay to work overtime.

Such people are useless. 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 dance, there is no such opportunity, doesn't she go to the dance?

"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 gentleman again: "Mr. Gent is in his fifties. You should know him, right?"

"know."

"What kind of person do you think he is?" He Wei asked.

She wanted to find some weakness of Mr. Ghent so that she could deal with him in the future. If the old gentleman happened to know, all the better.

"Ghent, dirty but not greedy, he is a good subordinate, but not suitable for being a friend." The old gentleman said.

This sentence is extremely precise.

He smiled and said, "You really know them."

"I have nothing to do, so I watch people all day long," the old gentleman said.

He Wei later asked Mr. Leightoner, she said that Mr. Ghent was a little disrespectful to her, and she didn't want to work under him. 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 he 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 looked like a homeless man with his mouth full of oil and his beard full of beards. 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.