Although Lu Xin had returned to work at the company, he found that there was not much he needed to do.
Zhang and Sister Sun had already handled the project he was responsible for very well. Besides, he had fallen behind quite a bit. Although he could catch up quickly, recklessly interfering while they were proceeding steadily might instead disrupt their rhythm.
As a leader, pointing fingers at one's subordinates' work was a major taboo in the workplace.
Lu Xin understood this very well.
He refrained from interfering with his subordinates' work and tried to get along with his colleagues, but their enthusiasm made him somewhat unaccustomed to it.
No matter where he went now, his colleagues were friendly. When getting water, they let him go first. When taking boxed lunches, they let him take one first. When chatting about female colleagues, they asked which one he liked first. Even when handing out cigarettes, they gave him one first and praised how nice his Zippo looked.
But there was a hint of timidity mixed into that enthusiasm, and Lu Xin did not like it.
He did not like the way his colleagues all avoided him, so he simply tried his best to avoid them as well.
With nothing else to do, he began considering how to write his mission report.
Chen Jing had given him three days off, which meant that he had to submit his work report after three days.
It was indeed a headache. Carrying out missions was satisfying, but biting down on a pen and writing the report afterward was the most troublesome part.
After thinking it over carefully, Lu Xin felt that he still needed to distinguish clearly between what could and could not be said.
Reports were written for leaders to read, whether