Going to the office in the rain
The good No Comments »The first time I tried, I managed to go across the street, waited for a taxi on the cub side, dodged the fan of water spray created by several taxis driving so fast and so close to the curb as if they tried to rescue me from my enemy in a chasing scene. Then finally, a bus managed to catch me, and sprayed dirty rain water all over my clothes. I can see the bus driver sneering and giggling at the sight of me soaking wet.
The second time I came out, I got a bigger umbrella, flipflops on my feet, a set of exchange clothes in the backpack. I was lucky to get a taxi right away, and here I am in the office.
It is bright and comfortable in the office. People smiled and said hi to me when I entered. There are friendly exchange here and there. After I changed into my dry clothes and made myself a cup of hot tea, I feel beaming with gold.
N’s office on Dapu Road near Xujiahui Road was the Shanghai part of A and N’s trading company. The American office is in New York, on Canal street a couple years ago, now on midtown east.
The office consists of four people. Two Chinese, one American, one British.
N has been worried recently. Their Chinese partner all of sudden don’t trust them and they have slowed down some business. This happened just when things seem to catch up and they could make profit and they are looking to expand. This happened just when they got a new office space and spent bunch of money to renovate.
They used to have four desks. Now they have ten desks, in addition to N’s private office.
N just turned 30, but he has an air about him that makes him 36. He weighs himself down, and his words are listened to with respect.