nycdaug Chapter 132 Coffee Machine
Chapter 132 Coffee Machine
"My hand just got bumped, it's okay." Ding Hong raised his hand and shook it. An Yi's concern for him just now successfully pleased him, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.
They say women are made of water. Anyi, you are at most a piece of frozen water.
Ding Hong's mood changed several times in just a few minutes, An Yi had no idea. She said "oh" twice, and was relieved when she saw that the hand was normal and there was no sign of skin breakage. Seeing that the boss did not turn around and leave, she stood still with her hands down, waiting for instructions.
"Bring it if you need approval. I won't be here tomorrow."
It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. Ding Hong thought that if this woman was really as he expected, then let her come. He had prepared sufficient reasons to refute her. How could I, a boss, not be able to argue with a little secretary? Two sentences will make you surrender.
An Yi nodded quickly: "Yes, especially the two expedited documents from Manager Yu. They stayed up all night last night to complete them and told me about it. I'll give it to you as soon as they're sorted out."
"Well, I saw the email. Go get busy." Seeing the boss close the door, she took a deep breath and sat back in her seat, holding the mouse and clicking on a file on the computer desktop. The title was clearly written as "Resignation Report". The content had already been edited, but a colleague in the copy room was printing contracts. An Yi didn't want others to know her decision, otherwise the news would quickly spread throughout the company.
After carefully watching for a few times, she finally noticed me and insisted to wait for her to print before continuing.
He hurried back to his workstation, pondered for a moment, and printed a few documents as a cover-up, mixing in his resignation report. After checking the report, he solemnly signed his name and date, and then took the other documents and stood at the door of the president's office.
"Come in."
As soon as the door was opened a crack, he heard voices coming from inside. He looked inside and realized that the boss was in a conference call. When An Yi was hesitating whether to avoid it, he was forced to come in with a look from the boss.
"Sit down and wait for a moment. Give me Manager Yu's documents first."
An Yi quickly dug it out and handed it over, trying not to make any extra noise. Presumably the boss had muted the call, so the other party wouldn't know what was going on here. But she also heard that some subsidiary was reporting on the bidding, and if she affected the boss and made him miss a word, she would be guilty of a great sin.
In a moment, the document was signed and thrown to him, and An Yi took it with both hands.
Seeing the boss's attention re-focused on the computer screen, his eyes narrowed as he reviewed something, and then he quickly slid the mouse wheel. An Yi was slightly distracted and locked his eyes on the hand holding the mouse: the joints were distinct, the fingers were slender, and the nails were neatly trimmed, which was quite ornamental. He quickly regained his composure and quickly planned a reason for his resignation that would be easily approved.
Ding Hong pressed the mute button fiercely with a "click" sound, and interrupted the other party mercilessly: "On page 52, where the bidding basis is, the second line of the bill of quantities, open your eyes and look carefully at that number, right? Check it quickly!"
From the other end of the line came the sound of whispers and keyboard rustling. On this end of the line, the boss frowned and moved the mouse a little faster. An Yi didn't dare to breathe and sat quietly in his chair. After a few minutes, he heard the other party finally confirm everything and stammered an apology.
"How do you do things? Fortunately we discovered it before the bidding, otherwise what's the point of dealing with the person in charge! Are you going to the bidding site to blow yourself up?" The boss's Ma Jingtao-style roar came rumbling.
Just as nervous as the person on the phone, An Yi tightly grasped the pile of documents in her hand, with her resignation letter at the bottom. It was obviously not the right time to mention resignation. She had originally wanted to be unstoppable and win at one stroke, but she had to re-plan to avoid haste and failure.
Let's wait for a while and talk again when the boss's mood improves.
What should I do with the document in my hand? I definitely can't hand it in with other documents. Otherwise... throw it away first and reprint it later. An Yi decided to find a chance to destroy the evidence when the boss is not prepared.
"This project has been in the works for two years. Not two days or two months, but two full years! The company has poured so much energy and money into it, but every time we ask you guys, you just flatter us and say it's no problem! Especially you, Old Lu, you shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake!"
"Yes, yes, that's totally wrong! Group President Wang and I refined a few more clauses this morning. When we converted the format file for the last time, I don't know if it was a system problem or a computer problem, which caused some numbers to be misplaced. Lisa and the others were afraid of delays and sent it out without checking it carefully. In addition, this bid has been repeatedly checked and revised countless times recently. Everyone was too self-righteous and negligent and didn't notice it..." The person on the other end of the phone was trying hard to find a statement that would reduce the boss's anger as much as possible.
"Didn't find it?" Ding Hong exhausted his patience and waited for a terrible explanation. His anger instantly doubled: "Where's the finance department? Where's the audit department? How come none of you found it? And now you show it to me so brazenly! You are so stupid and want to drag me down with you, right?"
Immediately, several people sincerely admitted their mistakes. An Yi had seen similar scenes many times when he checked the sales data of the region earlier, but he still couldn't get used to it.
Once again, I feel that someone's natural sensitivity to numbers is really enviable. Her boss may not know all the business of the company under her name, but what is extraordinary is that she can find the wrong data from the various types of data with a sharp eye, and then dig deeper, and often dig out a big bomb.
After a long roar, Ding Hong felt his throat was dry and smoked. He picked up the coffee cup but found it was empty. He threw it on the table and continued to curse several "sinners" in the company. An Yi's eyes lit up and he slowly leaned forward to try to get the empty cup. Seeing that the boss didn't care about him at all, An Yi immediately walked quickly to the rest area of the president's office with documents in one hand and cup in the other.
While putting the cup into the sink, I turned around, took out the resignation report, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. I breathed a sigh of relief and congratulated myself for successfully clearing a big mine.
Since I came here under the pretext of making coffee, I must take a cup back with me. Perhaps because the boss has studied abroad for many years, everyone who knows him knows his preference and attention to coffee. Almost every time a new machine appears on the market, someone or the boss himself buys it. An Yi carefully looked at the row of spectacular coffee machines on the low cabinet, there were as many as five of them. You must know that each machine needs to reserve sufficient heat dissipation space for installation, and power supply, water control system, and grinder are also indispensable. There are also special people who come to do regular maintenance.
"These few machines are nothing. There are many more that have been eliminated." said Sister Wu, who cleans the president's office.
When An Yi first inquired about this, he was so shocked that he stuck out his tongue, lamenting that even rich people would show off so much when drinking a cup of coffee.
However, facing the various coffee machines, it is not an exaggeration to say that An Yi is well prepared. She has secretly taken photos of them and learned how to use them online. Although the boss has never asked An Yi to brew coffee, as an excellent and competent secretary of the president, it is very necessary to master the various equipment in the president's office. Look, this is where my skills come in handy! An Yi was proud of her foresight.
After the "high-tech car door" incident, An Yi never wanted to be embarrassed again. Afterwards, he went to Xiao Yang for advice, but Xiao Yang said that it was the boss's car and he had never driven it and didn't know much about it. So, it's not that I'm stupid, but that the boss has successfully shown off his wealth in front of a commoner like me.
An Yi looked down on me. He opened the sealed cabinet that was used to store coffee ingredients and really admired Sister Wu. The various items of different shapes and sizes in the cabinet were neatly arranged to the point of perfectly curing obsessive-compulsive disorder. He picked up the coffee beans that were most obvious, hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a can next to it. He measured the scale and scooped it into the brown coffee machine. He turned the button to preheat the machine and went to the sterilizer to get a cup.
In fact, the boss often uses another high-pressure steam semi-automatic coffee machine, which requires a grinder to fill and press the powder by yourself, which involves the operator's craftsmanship. An Yi really doesn't dare to try it rashly. To be safe, he chose the current fully automatic one, which ranks second in usage rate. Others include capsule type, drip type and a large set of handmade coffee utensils placed on the wooden rack.
I put the cup into the coffee machine, and the LCD screen showed that it would take four minutes. I listened to the slight rumbling sound of grinding beans in the machine, and I was amazed that the sound insulation was much better than those machines in coffee shops. The boss behind me was furious, and An Yi decided to stay at this counter and look at the items on the wooden shelf when he had nothing to do.
Alcohol lamp, gas stove, halogen lamp, beaker, thermometer... Just looking at these things, An Yi almost laughed out loud, thinking that the boss must like chemistry class very much. Otherwise, with the temperament of this tyrant, An Yi could hardly imagine that he would have the leisure to enjoy a series of complicated and lengthy production processes such as hand-cranked grinding, distillation, and filtration, just for a cup of coffee.
I remember reading an exclusive interview with the boss in the business section of a certain website. The article deliberately used a lot of space to record how the boss operated those dazzling coffee utensils while popularizing some of the most popular brewing methods and ways of playing. The origin and collection methods of various precious coffees, the water sources used, and even the material of a piece of silk screen are all very particular.
The reporter was so impressed that he called the boss a master coffee player in his article.
There are naturally very few people who have the honor of enjoying the boss's exclusive customized coffee, so there is a joke circulating in the industry: "What kind of coffee have you tasted from Mr. Ding?"
It turns out that an employee of Sun Technology had also drunk it. That was when the boss wanted to retain a key member of the technical department. He had a heart-to-heart talk with the employee while making coffee. Finally, they reached a consensus and drank together. This has since become a good story.
The beeping sound of the coffee machine brought back my peaceful thoughts.
Oh, it's done! In her haste to deliver coffee to her boss, she overlooked one thing: similar to the warming of cups and pots in tea art, this coffee machine is loved because it adds a similar step. The prompt just now indicates that the cup has been heated and the second step is about to begin: pouring the brewed coffee.
So when An Yi took out the cup and wondered "why is it empty", she heard another long "beep". She suddenly remembered that the coffee had already poured out, and it was too late to put it back into the cup in a hurry - the liquid with a temperature of 92 degrees splashed immediately when it fell on the mouth of the cup. An Yi was scalded and her hand shook. Her other hand reacted faster than her brain and reached out to support it... In the end, part of the coffee in the cup was all spilled onto her hand, and her skin suddenly turned bright red.