Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

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From the moment the meal was set, Lin Hui was struggling with a question: should he bring a gift to He Jianshan's house for the first time? What to bring? He scoured Baidu and couldn't find a suitable answer, and finally decided to ask a familiar friend for help off-site.

The first person Lin Hui consulted was Luo Ting. When he pretended to tell Luo Ting the whole thing calmly and asked him what gift to bring, Luo Ting said clearly: "Go back, don't pretend, I can feel your excitement through the phone. Just laugh."

Lin Hui: "…"

Lin Hui said indifferently: "There is a third way, enter the game."

Luo Ting hates iron not turning into steel: "Hey - haven't you heard a sentence, you can't get a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den!"

"Can you be a little more serious?"

The two were poor for a while, and Luo Ting's suggestion was to bring a bottle of red wine: it is safe and there will be no mistakes. But He Jianshan is a person who knows wine very well. He may have drank more red wine than Lin Hui has eaten. Besides, the expensive Lin Hui can't afford it, and the cheap one is really hard to get. Suitable.

Lin Hui turned his attention to Annie again. Annie's aesthetics have always been very good, and she has always considered things comprehensively. She has always been in charge of the company's large and small event arrangements. Lin Hui concealed key information and sent a WeChat message to ask Annie what to bring to dinner at a friend's house. Annie replied that she could send a painting to her friends to hang at home. Every time she saw it, she would think of the person who sent it. If necessary, she could recommend a gallery. It sounds good, but Lin Hui feels that painting is a test of taste, not to mention that people like He Jianshan must have well-matched decoration and furniture in their homes. Style is also an issue.

Two trusted friends were unable to give good advice, Lin Hui looked at the WeChat list, wondering who to ask next. Just as Zhao Xiaoxiao came over to ask him to sign, Lin Hui said casually, "Xiaoxiao, I want to ask you something, I'm going to a friend's house for dinner this weekend, because it's the first time I'm going to his house and I want to bring a gift, what do you think? it is good?"

Zhao Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then thought about it for a few minutes, and said, "Flowers. Flowers or potted plants are fine."

"Flower? Is it suitable?"

"That's right, Assistant Lin, the flowers are beautiful and easy to take care of, your friend will feel better when they receive it." Zhao Xiaoxiao took out her phone and swiped the screen a few times, then showed it to Lin to look back, " Look at Lin Zhu, these are the flowers that my mother bought last week, and they even look good at home, even a rude man like my dad!"

In the picture is a bunch of sunflowers, trimmed and placed in a ceramic vase, the white bottle lining the yellow petals bright and warm. Lin Hui looked at the building block flowers next to the computer. He Jianshan assembled the flowers for him and put them on his desk. Now he sent a bouquet of flowers back, which was considered a gift. And by coincidence, he searched and found that the flower language of sunflowers is "silent love", Lin recalled: it suits me so well—

No need to say anything, as long as it can bloom in He Jianshan's heart for a short time, it is enough.

Saturday evening, Lin Hui brought carefully selected sunflowers to He Jianshan's home. He Jianshan lives in Jade Yunshan, a well-known high-end community in Jinghua City. He Jianshan is at 5A, Building 8. Although Lin Hui had never been there, but on several business trips, the driver always picked him up first and then went to Jade Cloud Mountain to pick up He Jianshan, so Lin Hui knew exactly where his home was, and even He Jianshan didn't even think of it. Tell him the address, of course, that Lin Hui must know.