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With an ininimitable, reserved expression peculiar to a serious person, Lindbyer/Waldcher pushed open the wooden door with the nameplate "Castle Publishing Group/General Manager's Office".

"Oh, oh, look, look, the spirited and serious Mr. Lindbyer is here on time again."

Hearing this familiar opening sentence, Lindbyer/Waldcher's footsteps stopped slightly, and the thoughts in their minds instantly produced some very slight trance.

Yes, just like half a year ago. At this time, in the spacious office of nearly 100 square meters, Mr. Grace/Akehays, with gray hair and a comfortable expression, was gently pushing his glasses, gently gestured to the leather chair opposite the desk, and then lowered his head again gently.

"Dear Mr. Lindebyer, please sit down for a moment. It only takes a little time for the old guy across from you to get rid of these lines of paperwork and talk to you about something that might not be very interesting. ”

"As you wish, honorable Mr. Grace/Akehays."

Nodding slightly with the most impeccable gesture, Lindbyer walked up to the leather chair with a well-honed stride, and began to look ahead as usual, silently and without any other movement.

That is to say, the serious gentleman, as soon as his ass fell into the soft chair, looked quietly at the desk, the blinds, and the half-dead old man who made rustling noises from time to time, in a way that did not move his eyes and closed his mouth.

These are the expressions and gestures that Mr. Linde Baier most often uses, and they have the multiple effects of reserve, seriousness, composure, and no one can see the inner activity.

The wait was not long, and after about ten minutes, Mr. Grace, who was in charge of the operation of the castle group, finally put down his pen, gently grabbed the thin pages of processed documents on the left-hand side, and moved them to the right-hand side of the file as well.

Then the gentleman lifted his head, revealing his cheeks, which had been hidden by the shadow of the desk and gray hair, and said in a very peculiar tone of regret as he put the cap on the pen: "Mr. Lindebyer, look at my expression, I have a very strong premonition now. ”

"Speak, dear Mr. Grace." Lindebyer nodded and moved slightly, indicating that he had always maintained a very focused concentration.

"Oh, dear Mr. Lindebyer, I have no need to hide my hunch---- you will hate me again, for a reason, and soon you will have to waste some very precious time, some very boring cross-examinations, and some very old-fashioned answers."

"You are so gracious, Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, it is always an honor to answer your questions."

"No, no, no, I don't need such an honor."

Grace shook his head vigorously, so much that even the meticulous white hair on his forehead was slightly scattered, "Mr. Grace/Axhays does not need such an honor, Mr. Grace/Axhays's time is also very precious, and he will definitely not take such a extravagant and stupid way to squander it at will." ”

"I don't understand."

Lindbyer frowned, spread his hands, and showed a very appropriate, cultured, and at the same time not the slightest rude doubt: "What do you mean?" ”

"Come on, dear Mr. Lindebyer, of course you know what I mean."

Then, when Mr. Lindebyer's heart was slightly shaken by this sentence, Grace/Ackhays had leaned in slightly, and with a slight force on her left hand, a page of official documents with a few lines of text happily slid in front of Lindebyer:

"Look, dear Mr. Lindebyer, opposite you is a poor professional manager, an old fellow who is too old to do anything serious, and can only spend his days touching some obsolete papers, or simply a tool for passing on words, and tell you pitifully: Dear Mr. Lindebyer, on the ninth of December, the second Wednesday of this month, all members of the Board of Directors will hold a special hearing on Supernatural Legends, and I hope that you and your editors will be able to appreciate it. Take the time to come and visit. ”

As if he hadn't heard the noise in his ears, the moment the document slipped in front of him, Lindbyer immediately stretched out his hands, quickly adjusted its direction in a very rare way of urgency, and cast a rather eager gaze:

Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, at 9 a.m. on December 9 (next Wednesday), the Board of Directors will hold a special meeting to discuss the recent state of Supernatural Legends.

"Thank you, Dear Mr. Grace/Akehays."

Lindebyer used a rather sincere and heartfelt tone of thanks.

Traditionally, due to the need to arrange preparation and preliminary discussions, the board of directors sends a letter directly to the general manager or director and other senior management, often two to three days in advance of the letter sent to the editor-in-chief or supervisor.

Obviously, this kind of internal official document naturally belongs to the category of group secrets, and the regulations that cannot be disclosed have long been clearly stipulated.

Lindbyer really didn't expect that Grace/Ackhays, who had always adhered to the rules and even belonged to some of the rule-makers, would be able to reveal such important information to him, giving him an extra two or three days to prepare.

For a moment, such surprise even exceeded the shock brought by the document itself, and Linde Baier was a little distracted, and the official document that he had been holding on to even forgot to let go.

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer, don't let your energy be wasted on things that don't matter."

As if seeing the doubts in Lindebyer's mind, Grace smiled slightly, and without much explanation, quickly turned the subject in other directions: "Dear Mr. Lindebyer, if the old fellow opposite you is not mistaken, you seem to have always preferred a more direct way of communication?" ”

"Yes, it saves more time." Perhaps because Grace suddenly revealed important information, Lindebyer's answer was much more confessional.

"Oh, time, the most precious thing, you can't take it back. Dear Mr. Lindebyer, you have pointed out at once the old man's favorite treasure. ”

Grace commented softly, and continued, "Well, dear Mr. Lindbyer, please show your virtues, please say something, you must know why the Board of Directors has called this very sudden hearing. ”

"yes, I think I can guess some."

"Mind sharing it with Mr. Grace?"

"As you wish, honorable Mr. Grace." Lindebyer nodded slightly, and gently stroked the official document he had just seen: "I think this must have something to do with the performance of Supernatural Legends in the past three months. ”

"Oh, dear Mr. Lindebyer, you said you would be direct, but you must not be so subtle, knowing that you are talking to an old man with rusty ears and head, and that poor old fellow has long since lost the ability to scrutinize and cannot guess what you are trying to vaguely mean."

"Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, your experience and experience have always been the most valuable asset of the Castle Group."

Linde Baier complimented him in time and leaned forward slightly: "If I am not mistaken, the gentlemen of the board must be curious about the repeated decline in the sales of Supernatural Magazine in the past three months. ”

"Yes, yes, you're right, I'm curious too."

Grace deliberately shook his head up and down with the sluggishness of an old man, and in a slow way pulled out a few documents from the corner of his desk, "Dear Mr. Linde Baier, just look at these pages of reports from the marketing department, and everyone knows that the questions you will encounter must be difficult to answer. ”

"Yes, very difficult." Lindbyer felt that her voice must have stiffened.

"Very difficult? Very difficult? Dear Mr. Lindbyer, this is the answer you decided to give? ”

"No, of course not."

Although Grace's expression was not dissatisfied, Lindebyer's tone was a little more hurried and a little more embarrassed.

After a few seconds, taking a deep breath to calm his mood and pausing to calm his mind, Lindbyer re-said: "Dear Mr. Grace, even if it is worth the money for the announcement you have made me see in advance, I will definitely give an answer that will satisfy the board of directors as much as possible. However, as you know, this will take some time. ”

"That is, you need time?"

"Yes, I need time."

"Oh! Dear Mr. Lindbyer, you need time, of course you need time! ”

As he said this, Grace/Akhyes's body leaned forward quickly, and his hands were slightly raised.

With just these two very simple movements, Lindebyer quickly noticed that in front of him, behind the desk, there was a sudden reduction of a kind and kind Santa Claus, and a serious and perceptive management executive: "Dear Mr. Lindbyer, I assure you that Mr. Grace/Ackhays is definitely not an old man who lacks any patience. There is endless evidence to be found in such statements, for example, that we can now switch to a more light-hearted subject. ”

"Oh, no. I'm sorry, dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, but of course you know that I don't have any suspicions against you. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )