In the early morning, sunlight streamed into the room.
"Ouch."
Chu Fang opened his eyes, stretched towards the rising sun, turned over, picked up his phone, and checked the time.
7:21.
I always wake up very early in the summer.
He glanced at the message, found nothing unusual, and immediately got up and left the room.
I walked down the stairs, kicked aside the chair blocking my way, and went to the kitchen.
He paused in the kitchen, pondering what to eat for breakfast.
"Never mind, porridge it is." He was too lazy, so he didn't hesitate and chose the simplest method.
Chu Fang rinsed a handful of rice, poured it into the pot, reached out his index finger to snatch it from the pot, touched the rice in the pot, then took it out and carefully examined his index finger, noticing that a section of his knuckle was wet.
He smiled with satisfaction: "Beautiful!"
Immediately put the pot lid on, turned on the gas stove, and started cooking porridge.
He left the kitchen, went to the bathroom to wash up, wash his face, rinse his mouth, shave... ...and after doing all that, he felt refreshed.
Chu Fang went upstairs again, opened the wardrobe, and for the first time ever, chose a suit and put it on.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw a perfectly tailored black suit, without a single wrinkle, every detail exquisitely crafted like a work of art. The collar was slightly open, revealing his Adam's apple and delicate collarbone.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, his face serious, staring intently at his reflection in the mirror. His gaze was deep and resolute, exuding a cold and profound aura.
"Hehe." Chu Fang immediately broke character and laughed, "He's kind of handsome!"
Dressed neatly, I went downstairs. The porridge was already cooked, the rice water and rice grains were evenly mixed together, presenting a milky white appearance, with small bubbles rising, which was very tempting and made me want to eat more.
In the early morning, a bowl of congee and a plate of pickled vegetables make me feel as happy as an immortal.
It was almost eight o'clock when I finished breakfast, so I quickly washed the dishes.
Chu Fang wasn't unable to afford a cook; with his income level, hiring a seventeen or eighteen-year-old cook would be a piece of cake. Rather, he was born into an ordinary family and wasn't spoiled or developed a bossy attitude from a young age.
He will never bother others with things he can do on his own.
Furthermore, having another person in the house means there will be certain constraints and restrictions. Constantly maintaining the employer's identity would be exhausting.
It was almost eight o'clock when Chu Fang finished the housework. He straightened his clothes in front of the mirror and then left the room.
Today is his first day at work, so he needs to get to the company early.
Logically speaking, Chu Fang earns ten million a day, which is more than the annual profit of many listed companies. He doesn't need to work; he can just eat, drink, have fun, and wait to die. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
But... life is always inseparable from work, and playing too much can also lead to exhaustion.
During the first semester of my senior year, while my classmate was doing an internship, Chu Fang was having a blast. But after all that fun, he suddenly realized... it didn't seem very interesting at all, and life was just too boring.
He then applied for a job to kill time.
The summer sun rises quickly and is soon illuminating the world.
Chu Fang drove his Cadillac leisurely along the road, where the streets were congested with cars.
He sighed, "It's really not my fault for being late."
He applied for a job at a medium-sized company, not in the city center, but quite a distance from his home. He had already gotten up early, but he didn't expect the traffic to be so bad. The horns around him were blaring so loudly that it was almost like a symphony.
Yaten Yige is an ordinary decoration company, not even a name among the tens of thousands of companies in Shanghai.
"Chu Fang, Chu Fang, has Chu Fang arrived yet?" The receptionist looked around and asked.
They didn't get a response and didn't care much. They applied to their company, but many people changed their minds at the last minute. After all, who would want to put in the effort for a job with a basic salary of two thousand yuan?
The basic salary in Shanghai is more than 2,000 yuan, while the basic salary in their company is below the average.
What can two thousand yuan do for someone living in Shanghai?
I can't do anything.
"Capitalists are so stingy," the receptionist muttered, waving to the other new colleagues. "Never mind, you guys go to the conference room for training."
After the new colleagues left, the receptionist found a phone stand, propped up her phone, and started watching her show while eating breakfast.
"Hello." A gentle voice sounded in my ear.
"Oh, hello." The receptionist looked up, her eyes lighting up. Before her stood a young man with delicate features, a well-proportioned figure, and a strikingly handsome appearance in a black suit. "My name is Jiang Wenzhen, I'm twenty-four years old, a graduate of xxxx University, a former member of the Youth League, an active applicant for Party membership, with no bad habits. I'm skilled at everything from laundry to cooking, often do housework, gentle and considerate, and a good listener..."
“... ..."
Chu Fang was stunned.
He just said hello, and the other person practically recited her entire household registration book, how many people were in her family, her parents' attitudes towards marriage, whether they owned a car and a house...
No need.
At this moment, Jiang Wenzhen was lost in her own world, talking about her views on choosing a partner, while another receptionist next to her covered her mouth and smiled.
As if sensing Chu Fang's confusion, the other receptionist put away her smile and said to Chu Fang, "Sorry, that's just how she is. She can't resist handsome guys. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Chu Fang mentally gave the infatuated receptionist a thumbs up for her good taste... ...He replied, "I'm a new employee starting work today."
"Oh, you're Chu Fang." Before the other receptionist could respond, the infatuated Jiang Wenzhen suddenly emerged from her personal world, looked him up and down, and said, "Handsome, you're late."
"I'm sorry," Chu Fang replied apologetically.
He didn't expect to be stuck in traffic for so long.
Jiang Wenzhen waved her hand: "It's okay, handsome guys have the right to be late, and it's not really late, the onboarding training hasn't even started yet."
After saying that, Jiang Wenzhen walked ahead and guided Chu Xiang into the company, introducing him to the company's basic information as they walked.
Before arriving at the meeting room, Jiang Wenzhen added his contact information and then skipped away.
Jiang Wenzhen opened her phone and continued watching the drama: "A handsome guy has joined the company, that's great."
"You like him?" another receptionist asked.
"I like it."
"...Come on, you like every handsome guy you see, you gold digger!"
"I'm not a jerk, I just want to give those boys a home."
“... ..."
Chu Fang pushed open the conference room door. Inside sat three people, one man and two women, all staring at him. The two women's eyes shone brightly.
He had been used to this way of looking at him since he was a child, so there was no surprise.
A slight smile appeared on his lips as he nodded amicably to the three of them. He then found a seat and quietly waited for his onboarding training.
Quack!
The soft sound of the door opening reached his ears, and Chu Fang looked towards the doorway.
He suddenly froze.
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