"Xue Fu, right?"
Director Zhao was a kind-faced middle-aged woman with a gentle smile on her face, looking very kind and benevolent.
Xue Fu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her boss had a good first impression of her.
"Yes, hello, I'm Xue Fu. I'm Editor-in-Chief Chen's assistant, and I'm here to report for duty today."
As Xue Fu introduced herself, Wang Qing quietly left the office and closed the door for them.
"Okay, please sit down. Fill out this form." Director Zhao pulled out two sheets of paper from the desk drawer for her to fill out.
Xue Fu took it and looked down at it.
Aside from name and gender, it was almost entirely background checks.
Her personal history should be filled out starting from age one, including whether she attended daycare, the name of the daycare, which organization it belonged to, and its address.
Did you attend primary school? School name, address...
Junior high school?
High school?
The form also includes her family information.
What do your parents do? Which company do they work for? What about your grandparents and maternal grandparents? Do they have a clean background?
A series of questions gave her a headache.
But we can't leave it blank.
Xue Fu picked up her pen, found a seat, and obediently filled out the forms.
Xue Fu spent the entire morning filling out those two sheets of paper.
There were some details that she really had to rack her brains to remember.
For example, she spent ten minutes thinking about her elementary school homeroom teacher's name, and when she finally filled it in, she was still hesitant and unsure if it was the right name.
Xue Fu had no choice but to finish filling it out.
She handed the forms to Director Zhao, who examined them carefully for another fifteen minutes. Then she put the two forms into a folder, beckoned to Xue Fu, and pulled out a small card from her drawer, handing it to her.
This small card is a newspaper employee badge. Xue Fu wrote her name on it, which means she has successfully joined the company.
"Xiao Xue, I'll take you to see Editor-in-Chief Chen."
After completing all the formalities, Director Zhao began to address Xue Fu more affectionately, calling her "Little Xue" repeatedly. On the way to see Editor-in-Chief Chen, he became particularly curious and gossipy about Xue Fu's family background.
Xue Fu had the illusion that she had returned to Qingtang Village and was stopped and warmly questioned by the village aunties.
“This is Editor-in-Chief Chen’s office,” Director Zhao knocked on the door, then pushed it open and exclaimed, “Huh?”
There was no one in the office.
"Sigh, I wonder where Editor-in-Chief Chen is right now. Maybe he's gone to eat."
Director Zhao glanced at his watch. The onboarding process had taken up the entire morning, and it was already noon. The newspaper's cafeteria was already open for lunch.
So Director Zhao asked Xue Fu to remember how to get to Editor-in-Chief Chen's office, and then led her toward the cafeteria.
People need food to survive; you can't skip a meal.
"Let's eat first, there's no rush to go after we finish eating."
The newspaper's cafeteria is on the far left, about the size of a classroom, not very big.
There were two queuing windows, and when they arrived, there were already quite a few people queuing up with their lunchboxes.
Xue Fu followed behind Director Zhao in line, listening to her proudly introducing their small canteen.
Director Zhao is actually the head of the newspaper's administration and logistics department, and he oversees about ten people.
The newspaper's canteen was rated as having the best food among the dozen or so units on this street.
This alone made Director Zhao very proud.
The higher-ups praised her for doing a good job in organizational development, saying she kept everyone's cooking duties in mind.
The more he was praised like this, the more Director Zhao valued the work of the canteen.
She personally inspects all the ingredients delivered to the canteen every day, especially to prevent corruption in the canteen kitchen and to prohibit any private cooking practices.
"After you've tried our cafeteria food, Xiao Xue, you can tell me what suggestions you have, what areas need improvement. Our logistics work is all about hearing your feedback so we can have more room for improvement."
Xue Fu: "Mmm."
Before actually tasting it, Xue Fu didn't have high expectations for the cafeteria food.
In her modern life, she ate in the school cafeteria for twelve years, from elementary school to high school, and knew exactly what the cafeteria food was like.
It's decent, nothing special, not particularly delicious, but not bad either.
But when it was Xue Fu's turn to get her food, she saw three steaming vegetarian dishes behind the window.
One dish is steamed sweet potato with rice flour, another is stir-fried cabbage, and the third is smashed cucumber.
Three ordinary home-style dishes.
Xue Fu handed over the lunchbox, silently organizing her thoughts on how to phrase things to Director Zhao. How could she speak to him tactfully?
The cafeteria lady serves her food without a tremor in her hands, ensuring she'll be full.
Xue Fu picked up a piece of pumpkin without much expectation and put it in her mouth.
Then, the next second, Xue Fu's eyes lit up.
Hmm!
Not bad!
Perhaps because I hadn't expected it, the fact that it tasted much better than I anticipated was a pleasant surprise.
It's really good.
The pumpkin was soft, tender, and very sweet.
It tastes like fruit, with the texture of warm ice cream.
It's really delicious.
Xue Fu suddenly wanted to know where the pumpkin came from.
Fried into pumpkin cakes, they'll definitely taste delicious even without adding sugar.
Delicious food makes people feel happy. Xue Fu squinted her eyes, her taste buds thoroughly enjoying the experience.
Director Zhao, watching her reaction from across the table, chuckled at her greedy expression and asked, "Xiao Xue, what do you think? Is there anything about the food that you don't like?"
"No, no, it's already delicious!"
Xue Fu couldn't help but exclaim, "Working at a newspaper is really great!"
Although she hadn't met her direct supervisor yet, this one meal in the cafeteria had already won her over.
That's just how people who love to eat are. They're just gluttonous; what bad intentions could they possibly have?
These words pleased Director Zhao, whose narrow eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, and he was in a good mood all afternoon.
After lunch, Xue Fu sneaked into Editor-in-Chief Chen's office again.
This time, when she knocked on the door, she heard someone inside say, "Come in."
The speaker's voice wasn't loud, and with a door in between, the sound was even more muffled.
Therefore, Xue Fu couldn't tell whether her boss was male or female.
She hadn't specifically asked before.
The door opened, and as soon as Xue Fu entered, she raised her eyelids and met a pair of sharp black eyes.
The person in front of me is undoubtedly Editor-in-Chief Chen, her boss.
This is a very cold and cool woman with a head of shiny black, smooth, blunt-cut short hair and a very sharp temperament.
Logically speaking, people with this kind of aloof temperament should make others feel that they are very distant and difficult to get along with.
But looking at her boss, Xue Fu felt that she was very strong, cool, and she liked her very much.
She looks a bit like her mother, Ji Yazhi.
Xue Fu raised her lips and revealed a beautiful and energetic smile: "Hello, Editor-in-Chief Chen, I am Xue Fu, and I am your assistant."
Chen Zhu looked her assistant up and down; she was a very pretty and delicate young woman, and her smile made people want to get closer to her.
Chen Zhu hummed in response, then tapped the table in front of her with her fingertip, signaling her to come over.
"Over there, your workstation."
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.
Chen Zhu pointed to the corner of her office, where there was a desk that was a meter wide.
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