I, Lin Xiaoman, a 996 social worker, was caught red-handed by CEO Shen Yanzhou while I was drinking milk tea in the tea room. He knocked on the "Paid Shit Champion" banner on my desk: "Assistant Lin, this is the 17th time you fished this month. Should I explain?"
I opened the milk tea without changing my expression and said, "This is to test the sweetness of the new product. After all, you will have afternoon tea with your partners next week - by the way, last time you said that the air conditioner in the office was too dry, so I stole the humidifier from the front desk and put it in the closet for you."
His eyelids twitched, and he took out the decompression toy chicken I left in the conference room yesterday from the inner pocket of his suit: "So this chicken, which is called 'The boss is the wronged' when pinched, is also needed for work?"
The whole office suddenly stopped. I looked at the way he was holding the chicken with his fingertips turning white, and suddenly I felt blessed: "Of course! This is a stress test prop, listen -" I pinched the chicken's neck suddenly, and my broken gong voice mixed with electronic music sounded simultaneously, "Mr. Shen is wise and powerful, leading us to the top!"
There were suppressed laughter all around. The veins on Shen Yanzhou's forehead popped out, but when I handed him the lozenges, he suddenly raised his lips: "In the evening team building, Assistant Lin is responsible for planning the activities." My pupils were shaking: "No! I just said in the fishing group yesterday, 'It's better to lie down during team building'..."
He leaned close to my ear and his voice was as low as the bubbles of ice-cold soda: "I know that the nickname you gave me when you were fishing was 'Ice American President' - the theme of tonight's event is called 'Melt the Ice Plan', do you agree?"
At this moment, the setting sun was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the tips of his ears red like the strawberry gummies I hid in the drawer.
