In a twinkling of an eye, it''s Thursday.


    These days, Mr. Ghent, the head of the branch, is very busy and hardly shows up.


    My colleague talked about it in the tea room at lunch and said, "Mr. Ghent is accompanying Mr. Leighton. It seems that there is something important. They go everywhere."


    "Survey the terrain and open another branch?"


    That''s a good guess.


    If we open another branch in Hong Kong, will all the branch presidents and managers be transferred from the UK or the people who use the Hong Kong Branch nearby?


    Everyone''s nervous.


    On Friday morning, He Wei saw a supervisor who was usually very lazy and always dressed in fancy clothes. This time, he accidentally shaved his beard, wore a suit, vest, leather shoes and tie.


    He''s not used to cutting his suit. He doesn''t fit his tie again and again.


    "Do you really want to open a branch? If so, can I transfer it? The new branch head doesn''t need to be too reliable. It''s better than Mr. Ghent." He Wei calculated.


    If you want to transfer, you have to show up in front of Mr. Leighton.


    He Wei is a delicate Oriental face. In the eyes of the British, she is a great beauty.


    As long as she shows up, Mr. Leighton must remember her. Moreover, she met Miss Anna, Mr. Leighton''s daughter. She likes He Wei very much.


    "Is the weekend dance really open? Can I get the invitation?" He Wei can''t sit still.


    She wanted to keep her job too much, and felt that Mr. Ghent was shameless and unwilling to work under him.


    While she was thinking, Mr. Ghent came back. He hurried to his own office with theout saying hello.


    After staying in the office for only five minutes, he left again. Obviously, he just came back to pick up things or send things back.


    He Wei stretched out her head and looked. She found that others were looking, too. She silently took back her sight.


    "In such a hurry, are you really choosing an address to open a branch?" He Wei is a little suspicious.


    If it is to open a branch, many people should discuss it, investigate the terrain together, and then slowly discuss the documents, rather than looking for the President alone.


    He Wei put down her expectations. She''d better make a living under Mr. Ghent.


    Halfway through, she went to the bathroom.


    When she came back, she found a small opening in her desk drawer, as if it had been opened. He was slightly surprised and quickly opened it. Then she saw an invitation.


    The invitation letter is very exquisite. It says the time, place and He Wei''s Chinese and English names.


    "Prom?" He Wei''s heart was happy, and soon a heart sank again.


    What do you mean by sneaking around like this?


    He Wei raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Zhu''s direction. He found that Zhang Zhu took a sneaky look under his desk from time to time. In addition to Zhang Zhu, several colleagues nearby are also different.


    "Who just came?" He Wei asked a colleague who was concentrating on his work.


    The colleague''s eyes did not leave the document in front of him: "Mr. Ghent''s secretary."


    Later, He Wei beat around the Bush and learned that she had no time to go to the bathroom. Mr. Ghent''s secretary did come and look for several people to sign a document.


    Mr. Ghent is not here. What documents do you want to sign? Obviously, that''s an excuse. I came to send an invitation.


    This should be a small welcome party.


    He Wei put the invitation away and started working quietly.


    After work, she went to buy meat and cooked braised meat.


    Then she knocked on the door of the old man next door.


    The old man wrote poetry at night. He went to buy wine in the morning, then got drunk and slept all day. He didn''t wake up until seven or eight o''clock in the evening.


    He smiled and said, "last time I said, please try my braised meat."


    The old man has no resistance to greasy meat. He wanted to invite He Wei 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 chair on the top floor." He Weidao.


    The old man went back to his room. Soon he took out two candles and said to He Wei, "candlelight dinner, well, this is romance."


    He Wei feels that eating braised pork in brown sauce with a bowl is really not romantic.


    They went up to the top floor.


    At the end of October, Hong Kong was a little cool. The blue sky was cloudless and the stars twinkled like a handful of broken gold.


    He Wei put down the dishes and chopsticks and the old man lit a candle himself.


    With this candlelight, he ate a large piece of braised meat in brown sauce.


    "... sir, have you ever worked in the head office or the branch?" He Wei asked.


    The Old English gentleman said, "head office."


    "Do you know what Mr. Matthew Leighton likes? I mean to his subordinates, not to women." He Wei asked carefully.


    The old gentleman stopped his mouth with a mouthful of braised meat and chewed his cheeks for a long time before answering her: "he appreciates diligent subordinates. I once told him that truly efficient subordinates will not work overtime. Only subordinates who procrastinate or deliberately show off will stay to work overtime.


    Such people can''t be reused. But Matthew feels that being able to work hard and overtime means that he has feelings for the bank. He prefers this kind of subordinates. "


    He Wei was a little discouraged.


    There''s no such chance at the ball. Won''t she go to the ball?


    "Did you have a high position before?" He Wei asked again.


    The old man said indifferently, "it''s not high, but I dare say anything. Even because it''s insignificant, Matthew won''t listen to me. He has the same feelings with me."


    He Wei knows.


    She thought of something and asked the old man, "Mr. Ghent is in his fifties. Should you know him?"


    "Yes."


    "What do you think of him?" He Wei asked.


    She wanted to find some weakness in Mr. Ghent and deal with him in the future. It would be great if the old gentleman happened to know.


    "Ghent is obscene but not greedy. He is a good subordinate, but he is not suitable to be a friend." Said the old man.


    This sentence is extremely accurate.


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


    "I have nothing to do, so I watch people all day." Said the old man.


    He Wei later asked Mr. Leighton. She said that Mr. Ghent was a little disrespectful to her. She didn''t want to work under him. If she opened a new bank, she wanted to work in a branch.


    "No new branches will be opened." The old man said, "it''s not so easy to open a branch, young lady. Mr. Ghent won''t have a ball with your young people when he comes to Hong Kong. He''s not so cheap."


    He Wei was stunned.


    What does that mean?


    She looked at the old gentleman.


    The old Englishman had a greasy mouth and a full beard. He looked like a tramp. It''s hard for such a person to imagine his ability and insight.


    If he did well, he would be a sub governor like Mr. Ghent, rather than a poet.


    But some of his words are very reasonable. He Wei thought it was strange. She was going to the song and dance hall.