Friday.
Chu Fang withdrew his admiring gaze from Zhong Tingyue, stretched, and prepared to leave work.
It's another beautiful day.
After tidying up his belongings, he nodded to Zhong Tingyue, who shrugged helplessly. He immediately understood and left the company alone.
Why do you work so hard? Why not marry me and live a life of wealth and luxury?
Even if you want the stars in the sky, I'll climb up and pluck them down for you.
Unfortunately... Chu Fang couldn't tell Zhong Tingyue his thoughts, so he had no choice but to leave.
"Sister Zhong, you seem busier than before." Jiang Wenzhen walked by carrying documents, tilting her head.
"It's alright," Zhong Tingyue replied.
"Why are you working so hard overtime..." Jiang Wenzhen muttered.
"For a better tomorrow."
Watching Chu Fang's figure disappear, Zhong Tingyue slowly withdrew her gaze and focused on her work.
She wanted to shoulder the burden for the sake of Chu Fang's peaceful and prosperous life.
She worked hard in silence and saved up her savings. Once she had enough, she could stand openly in front of Chu Fang and tell him: "I'm keeping you as my mistress."
Just thinking about it makes me incredibly excited.
... ...
After leaving the company, Chu Fang took a taxi to Zhonghai Mingyuan.
Upon arriving at the residential complex, he didn't go home but went straight to the underground parking garage. When he reached his parking space, he carefully observed the four luxury cars: a Cadillac, a LaFerrari, a Maybach, and a Bugatti.
Apart from the Cadillac, which is slightly inferior, the other three are all top-tier luxury cars, and would be among the best in any sports car club in China.
However, he prefers the Cadillac to the three luxury cars.
Nothing else, he just loves washing feet... ...Cadillac.
Today, Chu Fang didn't choose the Cadillac. Instead, he stood among three other luxury cars, pointing at them while singing: "Points of pineapple, sheep under the conch, twelve in Qingchang Department Store, I want one, I just want one."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed at the Bugatti, then shrugged: "A Bugatti is fine too."
He has mild decision-making difficulties, and when faced with three cars of the same class, he deliberately chose one by singing a children's song.
After saying that, he got into the car and drove away from Zhonghai Mingyuan.
It was rush hour, and since it was Friday, the main roads in Shanghai were completely jammed. Chu Fang's supercar was also stuck in traffic.
"Should I buy a helicopter?" While stuck in traffic, he looked up at the sky, his mind blank as he pondered, but he immediately stopped himself.
He rarely drives the four cars he bought, yet he's still thinking about buying a helicopter.
Come on!
After you buy it, there's a 99% chance it'll end up like a sports car, gathering dust in some corner, only to be remembered occasionally and driven around for a spin.
It's meaningless.
Suddenly, he heard a faint murmur of conversation. He frowned slightly and closed the window.
Shiny, luxurious supercars attract attention wherever they go. In the past, supercars would just speed by, but today, stuck in traffic, I finally saw the 'real supercars and their owners'.
Fortunately, the congestion didn't last long before it cleared up. Chu Fang stepped on the gas, and with a loud bang, drove away from the scene.
A short while later, he arrived at the entrance of a hotel, casually tossed the keys to the parking attendant, and walked inside under the guidance of a hotel staff member.
He hadn't walked far from the door when he saw the person he was supposed to meet today.
The middle-aged man, in his forties, was in his prime. He wore a sharp suit and an exquisite wristwatch, exuding the air of an elite professional.
Upon closer inspection, his complexion appeared somewhat oily, tired, and pale, not much different from that of an average middle-aged man.
"Are you Kang Bo?" Chu Fang walked over and asked.
"Are you Mr. Chu Fang?" The middle-aged man's eyes showed obvious surprise, but he was used to socializing in the workplace and had excellent reaction skills. He suppressed his emotional fluctuations and said, "Please sit down."
Chu Fang sat down, and Kang Bo glanced at him silently, then remembered the Bugatti parked at the door and began to speculate.
A rich kid.
"Surprised?" Chu Fang fiddled with his phone, as if noticing the other person's scrutiny, and asked softly.
“It’s alright,” Kang Bo answered honestly. “After all, there are many people like you who come from wealthy families but leave their families to start their own businesses. I admire that.”
"Hehe." He chuckled. "Starting a business is not a good thing. Success is built on the bones of countless others. If you're applying for this job with the mindset of starting a business, I advise you to reconsider, otherwise it will affect my judgment of you."
“... ..."
Kang Bo paused for a moment, then remained silent.
It's already mid-August, less than half a year until Chinese New Year's Eve, and Chu Fang needs to start preparing to go home for the New Year.
The first thing to face is how to explain the source of my money to my parents.
Therefore, he wanted to start a company, become the boss, and then conveniently fool his family.
Kang Bo was there to apply for the job.
Chu Fang flipped through Kang Bo's resume. He graduated from a foreign business school and received countless awards, some in Chinese and some in English. There were some award names that Chu Fang couldn't even understand.
Having worked for over twenty years, I've held various positions, from junior staff to middle management and manager. My highest position in the company was vice president, second only to the company's top executive.
I used to start my own business, but I was eliminated by the market due to insufficient funds.
My most recent job was... a food delivery driver?
Chu Fang raised an eyebrow.
After learning more about Kang Bo, he put down his phone and waved to the waiter: "It's on me, let's eat and chat."
From the moment he sat down, you could clearly sense Kang Bo's nervousness.
It was a bit surprising that a seasoned professional who had been in the workplace for decades was so nervous about a young guy like him.
I couldn't help but feel nervous.
Kang Bo has been unemployed for more than half a year and has no source of income. He has been reduced to working as a food delivery driver. He has elderly parents and young children to support, and his whole family depends on him for their livelihood.
As a man in his forties, he has passed the peak of his career, and few companies are willing to hire him. Even with his rich work experience, he is not as good as those young men who have just graduated, since they are satisfied with a salary of two or three thousand yuan.
I spent more than half a year looking for a job and went through countless interviews, but all to no avail.
Today was the best job he interviewed for, and his whole family was waiting for good news.
"Would you like to introduce yourself?" Chu Fang asked.
Kang Bo took a deep breath and then introduced himself. At first, his voice was noticeably nervous, but as he got into the rhythm, the nervousness gradually disappeared, and he introduced himself fluently.
Chu Fang crossed his legs and listened attentively to the other person's explanation. He was completely unfamiliar with the complicated terms and plans the other person was using, but Kang Bo clearly understood that Chu Fang was too young to understand workplace matters, so he explained everything in detail.
As expected of someone who has been in the workplace for decades.
A shrewd person!
Kang Bo 'solo' for about ten minutes, and then the dishes were served. Chu Fang invited him to eat.
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