Chen Zhu's office wasn't big; it was only about ten square meters with two desks. It wasn't crowded, but it didn't feel spacious either.

Because her office has many bookshelves, and the bookshelves are neatly filled with books.

Xue Fu glanced at the books and noticed that they were arranged alphabetically by category.

Chen Zhu's own desk was equally clean and tidy.

Xue Fu thought that she might have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"The second row on the bookshelf has some documents. Take a look at them first. Tell me when you're done, and I'll assign you some work."

After giving her a few instructions, Chen Zhu didn't say anything more.

Xue Fu couldn't tell whether her boss, Chen Zhu, was satisfied with her or not.

Since they didn't say anything else, I guess they're generally satisfied.

Xue Fu walked to the bookshelf, took down the professional materials that Chen Zhu had mentioned that proofreaders needed to know, and returned to her desk to start reading and studying.

These materials were almost identical to those prepared for her by her mother, Ji Yazhi, and Xue Fu had already seen and understood much of them.

However, she still read it again carefully that afternoon to avoid forgetting or missing anything.

Just before it was almost five o'clock and time to leave work, Chen Zhu finally stopped writing, straightened his back, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

She had been writing all afternoon, and now her face looked tired.

She saw her assistant still engrossed in studying the documents. She stared at her for a while, then quietly observed the young woman.

The little girl had a very serious attitude towards learning. Her fox-like eyes were patiently focused on the text in the materials, and her little face was full of seriousness.

Chen Zhu nodded secretly, satisfied with her.

Be humble and patient.

Chen Zhu glanced at the time; it was almost time to get off work.

She twirled her familiar, slightly worn black fountain pen in her right hand, while her left hand bent two fingers and tapped the table with her knuckles.

She attracted Xue Fu's attention by tapping on the table.

Chen Zhu saw her beautiful eyes look up at him, nodded to her, and began to give her instructions.

"I'm going out for interviews tomorrow, so please proofread and format these two articles by tomorrow."

Chen Zhu picked up the manuscript she had written that afternoon with two fingers and waved it in the air.

"Once it's done, just put it in my drawer. I'll check it and give you feedback. After you get feedback and make the necessary revisions, I'll send it to the printing room for typesetting and printing."

Chen Zhu is a decisive and efficient person who speaks very quickly when giving instructions.

Fortunately, her voice was clear and her pronunciation was accurate, so it wasn't difficult to understand her.

Xue Fu nodded honestly, indicating that she understood.

"This will be your basic job duties and procedures from now on, pretty much the same."

"Okay, okay."

"Okay, let's go home, it's time."

Chen Zhu waved to her, but she herself showed no sign of leaving after get off work.

"See you the day after tomorrow, editor-in-chief. I'm off work now."

Xue Fu nodded, then tidied up her workstation, grabbed her bag, and left work.

She left work very quickly, disappearing in a flash, leaving Chen Zhu alone in the office.

As she and the other office staff went downstairs and left the newspaper office, Xue Fu looked up at the second floor again.

She thought to herself that she might have encountered an extremely dedicated boss.

She admired Chen Zhu very much.

When Xue Fu arrived home, she was the first person in the family to return.

Ji Yazhi and Xue Mingcheng's workplaces were both farther away than the newspaper office, so they got home 15 minutes later than Xue Fu.

When Ji Yazhi and Xue Mingcheng arrived home, the first thing they did was to ask how their daughter's first day at work went.

"Rongrong, did anyone bully you? How was your day? Are you settling in? Are you tired?"

Concern can lead to confusion, but words of concern can bring happiness.

Xue Fu reassured her parents, telling them to relax: "It's all good. Everyone is very friendly, and the newspaper cafeteria is quite nice. Nobody bullies me. Editor-in-Chief Chen is a very nice person, and he seems very capable."

“I feel like I can learn a lot from being her assistant.”

"That's good, that's good."

"Um!"

Xue Fu settled down at the newspaper office.

There aren't many things to do, but you need to be patient and careful.

When she first started working on it, Chen Zhu pointed out a few minor errors, saying that there were typos that hadn't been checked and that the layout was inconsistent.

However, once you get the hang of it, you're rarely asked to point out any problems anymore.

Once she got used to the work rhythm, Xue Fu used her free time at work to study.

There were plenty of reference books in the newspaper office, so no one said anything when they saw her looking down at the book, and no one bothered to interfere.

Xue Fu's review progress is accelerating every day.

When April ended and May began, Xue Fu finished her math review and started looking at the next subject she needed to review.

On his way back to Qingtang Village from Haicheng, Gu Chong pondered ways to make more money.

That morning, when Xue Fu slept in late, Gu Chong went out and went to the industrial zone in Haicheng.

There's a black market over there too. People like Gu Chong who frequent black markets can figure out where the black market is hidden after walking a few blocks.

Gu Chong slipped some money to the lookout at the entrance of the black market and asked him for the information he wanted.

Gu Chong uttered a few words of slang, and the skinny man standing guard at the door immediately understood; he was also a professional at this kind of work.

And so, the skinny man started talking non-stop.

They spoke in hushed tones, so low that even passing by them, it was impossible to hear what they were saying. All you could see was the opening and closing of their mouths.

"Work?"

"You want to buy a job?"

The skinny man was surprised and stared at Gu Chong for a few moments: "This won't be easy. Brother, where are you from? What's your registered address? Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Haicheng."

To resolve the issue of transferring his household registration for work, Gu Chong didn't hide the fact that he had a rural household registration.

The skinny monkey frowned more and more as he listened, shaking his head several times and clicking his tongue repeatedly: "Difficult, really difficult. Rural household registration...and not even a local..."

Gu Chong saw that although the man said it was difficult, he hadn't given a definitive answer.

Gu Chong lowered his head, secretly slipped another 100-yuan note into the other man's hand, and smiled at him: "Brother, help me find a way. As long as there's a way, I don't care if it's a dead end or not, it's all negotiable."

The skinny monkey stroked the large ten-yuan note in his hand, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

There's hope.

"This black market is managed by Brother Sun. He has an office in this alley, the third house from the back. Knock twice, wait ten seconds, then knock five more times. Go in and ask, 'Has the bird in that locust tree by the Xipu River been shot down?'"

"But Brother Sun might not be here right now, so we'll just have to try our luck."

"Thanks, bro."