Today, Wednesday, is Xia Huaijin's speech day. After he arrived at the department in the morning, he plunged into busy work. He had long forgotten the medicine prescribed by the doctor. When he remembered it, it was already after he finished his speech in the afternoon.
Because she was ill and in a bad mood, Xia Huaijin's speech became even more sharp, and she was so angry that those foreign reporters who were deliberately seeking trouble were so embarrassed that they didn't even recognize their mothers. Netizens were so happy that they seriously suspected that those foreign reporters had masochistic tendencies.
Cheng Yu read Xia Huaijin's speech today word for word at home. She paid more attention to his complexion today than before. It was obvious that his complexion was not good. When she left, his fever had subsided, but after the high fever, he didn't look so good.
Recover quickly, no wonder his speech today was too sharp.
Because of this, Xia Huaijin was called to the director's office after his speech. The director tactfully criticized his remarks today, and finally saw his haggardness in Xia Huaijin's increasingly impatient look.
"Are you sick?" The director quickly put away his critical attitude.
Xia Huaijin: "It won't affect the criticism."
The director choked and laughed and scolded: "You stinky boy, I'm not worried about you being labeled as a stinker that affects the relationship between the two countries. Those reporters think they are uncrowned kings. Don't say you don't speak well, speak well to them."
They can over-analyze it and accuse you."
"I've saved face for them." Xia Huaijin didn't think there was anything wrong with her words. She was a bit domineering, but so what, do you still think that China today was two hundred years ago?
"Okay, okay, I can't help you. If you're sick, go back and rest early. I'll give you two days' leave." The director admitted defeat.
"No need." Xia Huaijin stood up and walked out.
As soon as he returned to his office, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Han Yi opened the door and came in, holding a box of medicine in his hand, and asked with great concern: "Huaijin, what's wrong with you?"
"Is something wrong?" Xia Huaijin asked.
Han Yi put the medicine on the table: "I saw that you pressed your head a few times when you were speaking. Do you have another headache? Take some medicine first, and I will take you to the hospital."
Xia Huaijin glanced at the medicine box and said in a very calm tone: "Thank you, no need."
"How can you not use it, you..."
"Han Yi!" Xia Huaijin interrupted her and asked: "Has the translation of my speech been finished?"
Han Yi seemed to be strangled by the throat, and his voice lowered: "I'm turning it over."
"I remember that I made a request to my translator. Half an hour after I finish speaking, I want to see the translation. Do you not remember it, or do you think you are a related party and do not need to comply with my request?" Xia Huaijin looked at her.
Looked at her sharply.
Han Yi's face turned slightly pale and she hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, I didn't. I just saw that you were uncomfortable and I was concerned about you..."
"Your job content does not include caring about me. Do your job well and get out." Xia Huaijin also reminded her specifically: "You still have fifteen minutes to translate."
Han Yi's face turned even paler, he didn't dare to say anything else, and hurriedly walked out.
Xia Huaijin raised her hand and threw the box of medicine into the trash can.
A thud made Xia Huaijin think of something.
He has not returned the medical expenses to someone else to drive for him.
Not only medical expenses, but also gas money. When he drove over in the morning, he saw the gas receipt, and then he remembered that the car was almost out of gas, but because he had a fever and headache last night, he forgot to tell the driver.
Taking out his mobile phone, Xia Huaijin looked through yesterday's call history. There was only one unknown caller. He dialed back, but the phone said it was an empty number.
The numbers on the driving platform should be the same as the takeout numbers, they are both virtual numbers.
Xia Huaijin thought for a while, opened the driving app, and found last night's order. Because he only remembered it today, the order was still unfinished, so he called back on it.