Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd. has achieved considerable success in just six months since its opening, not only in terms of performance but also in terms of multifaceted development.
On the first day back to work, they prepared to recruit more employees to enrich the company's talent pool.
Chu Fang looked at the document in his hand, nodded slightly, and said to Kang Bo, "Not bad."
Chu Fang barely cares about the company, disappearing for ten days or half a month at a time. The company's affairs are all handled by Kang Bo, and the company's achievements today are inseparable from Kang Bo's contributions.
Kang Bo said, "Thank you for your guidance, General Manager Chu."
"... ... " Chu Fang flicked his eyes, "Hypocritical!"
He paused, looked at the mountain of documents on the table, a pained expression on his face, and said in a sorrowful tone, "Can I not sign these documents?"
“I’m sorry, Mr. Chu, I can’t.” Kang Bo smiled. “These are the company’s most important documents. There’s the budget for the new year, a security review report, and client information. These documents are related to the company’s development and prospects. All of these require your signature before they can be put into action.”
Kang Bo tried his best to persuade Chu Fang to read the document in a short time and leave his thoughts and decisions.
Work is always boring.
Even the so-called "boss's" affairs are still incredibly boring, even beyond the comprehension of employees and subordinates.
Chu Fang spent the entire morning immersed in the "sea of literature," and by noon he was almost dizzy.
God knows how damaging those jobs were to him.
Why use a knife to kill? Working is enough!
Chu Fang rested on the sofa, the sunlight streaming through the window and warming him.
At this moment, he was squinting, in a state of half-dreaming and half-awake.
Suddenly he felt someone gently massaging his temples, and he opened his eyes and looked back.
There stood his personal assistant, Bai Ying, beside him. She wore a suit jacket, a black pencil skirt, and high heels, exuding an OL (office lady) vibe. Combined with her internet celebrity face, she looked exceptionally charming.
Chu Fang frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"
Bai Ying smiled brightly: "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Chu. I brought you some documents and saw that you were resting, so I thought I'd massage your temples to help you relax."
"Oh, thank you, I don't need it." Hearing this, Chu Fang nodded. "You should go and rest; you still have work to do this afternoon."
Bai Ying bowed deeply: "Okay, Mr. Chu will call me if he needs anything."
She then walked away in her high heels and gently closed the door.
Disturbed by Bai Ying, Chu Fang couldn't sleep. He fiddled with his phone, scrolling through his WeChat Moments, and discovered that most of his friends were suffering from the same 'post-holiday syndrome' as him—dizziness, nausea, anxiety, and neurasthenia...
Seeing this, Chu Fang's "illness" was cured instantly, and he smiled broadly.
Compared to my friend who works for someone else, I'm worse off, but at least I'm the boss and have the final say in the company.
It must be admitted that one person's happiness is built on the suffering of others.
Chu Fang casually posted a message on his WeChat Moments, saying how tired and miserable he was, and a group of people broke down in their defenses in the comments.
What gives you, a capitalist, the right to complain about being tired?
My friend used every word he knew to criticize Chu Fang.
My friend broke down, it doesn't matter.
As long as I'm happy.
He rolled over and sent a message to Zhong Tingyue.
[Solo Queue Player in Love: Weiweiwei.JpG]
[Wang Shu: Crawl!]
[Solo player in a dating game: I wasn't supervising, did you sneak some food?]
[Wang Shu: You don't trust me?]
[Solo player in a dating game: Even if I'm struck by lightning, I believe in you 100%.]
[Wang Shu: Pshaw!]
At the Moon Room Studio, Zhong Tingyue looked at the food in front of her: carrots, broccoli, and chicken breast. No matter how you cook them, they are all delicious dishes. Stir-fried chicken breast with broccoli, cold carrot salad, and a drizzle of chili oil make them simply heavenly delicacies.
But how is it that the chef is able to make it so delicious!
And the price is still so high.
A so-called 'light meal' cost her over a hundred dollars.
The ingredients cost less than five yuan, so how can they be sold at such a high price?
This is a scam!
"Sister Zhong, you're eating such a vegetarian diet. Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Wenzhen asked.
"No, I ate too much meat and fish during the Spring Festival. I want something light," Zhong Tingyue replied with a forced smile.
"oh oh."
... ...
After a short break, Chu Fang returned to work, intending to finish company business as soon as possible so he could go back to his studio to relax.
I worked until I got off work.
Bai Ying knocked lightly on the door, walked in, and said, "President Chu has finished get off work, I'll be leaving now?"
"OK."
Chu Fang nodded, glancing at his assistant, who was dressed up in a flamboyant manner, as if she were on a date. Bai Ying noticed his gaze and explained with a smile, "I have a date with a friend."
Chu Fang waved his hand, and Bai Ying left. She worked for a while longer, but couldn't take it anymore. She stretched and then left the company as well.
He drove his car, closed the windows, and turned the car stereo up to full volume, letting the DJ music dispel the day's anxieties.
On my first day at work, as expected, I got stuck in traffic.
Looking ahead, Chu Fang raised an eyebrow. A familiar figure appeared in his eyes: his personal assistant, Bai Ying.
Bai Ying was seen struggling with a young man, seemingly discussing something, with a sad expression on her face. The man looked annoyed, eventually shaking off Bai Ying, getting into a BMW, and driving away.
Bai Ying let the other person leave, her sorrowful expression instantly calming down. She watched the car disappear from sight, her face completely serene.
Do you need help?
“Handsome, your way of flirting…” Bai Ying replied subconsciously, then turned around and saw Chu Fang looking at her, and immediately changed her mind: “Of course.”
Chu Fang asked Bai Ying for her home address, which happened to be not far from where he was going, so he gave her a ride.
"Mr. Chu, you saw it just now?"
"Um."
Bai Ying pursed her lips: "That was my so-called boyfriend. We were together because I wanted his money, and he wanted me. Today we've broken up."
Chu Fang remained unmoved: "This is your personal privacy, there's no need to tell me."
"Using my body to achieve my goals, am I despicable?" Bai Ying's delicate brows furrowed, filled with sorrow. "But I really want to settle down in Shanghai and become a part of this city. My knowledge can't help me achieve my goals, so I think of crooked ways."
"You're overthinking it," Chu Fang said. "Even students from top universities like 985 and 211 have a hard time settling down in Shanghai these days, so don't think you're so bad."
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