The president's "blind date robbery"
Time seemed to have been accelerated by Gu Lin, and it was spinning rapidly in the high-pressure working gears.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Yu'an had been working in Gu's CEO office for a full month.
During this month, he felt like he was being repeatedly forged in the Eight Trigrams Furnace of Laozi.
He was exhausted both physically and mentally, but miraculously, he was not turned into ashes.
Instead, it honed a strange toughness and... numb proficiency.
During the day, he is still the sharpest knife in Gu Lin's hand.
Gu Lin's "difficulties" never stopped, and even became more and more serious as his abilities improved.
From the initial document sorting and coffee temperature to now:
He was asked to independently draft a preliminary draft of a cooperation framework agreement involving hundreds of millions of dollars.
The logic must be as tight as an iron barrel, the wording must be precise to the legal level, and impeccable.
Let him choose from the vast amount of industry reports and market data.
Accurately predict potential risk points in the next three quarters and formulate a preliminary response plan, all in half a day.
During cross-border video conferences, Gu Lin would suddenly cut off the translation and directly confront the other party's executives in fluent German/French/Japanese.
Then he signaled Lin Yu'an with his eyes to make instant notes and summarize the key points - a test of his language skills, shorthand ability and on-the-spot adaptability.
Lin Yu'an felt like a perpetual motion machine whose potential was constantly being exploited.
Dark circles have become semi-permanent, caffeine intake is seriously exceeded, and even in dreams I am modifying PPTs and checking data.
But it is undeniable that under such inhuman training, his growth rate is terrifying.
His understanding of business logic, information processing ability, and stress tolerance have reached a level that he himself had never imagined.
Of course, the price is feeling like your soul has been drained.
And Gu Lin is still the iceberg that has not melted for thousands of years.
His response to Lin Yu'an's occasional outstanding performance was at most a cold "efficiency is acceptable" or "pay attention to details next time".
So stingy that he didn't even give me a look of approval.
Lin Yu'an had long been accustomed to it, and his heart was calm, and he even felt like laughing.
He only cares about two things now: making it to payday, and... the rare relaxation and warmth when he transforms into "An Xiao Miao" at night.
The night in the penthouse was still cold and empty.
But a fixed routine quietly appeared in Gu Lin's life.
At ten o'clock in the evening, when the hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsides.
Gu Lin finished his day's work and was still processing documents with cross-border time differences.
Take a cold shower to wash away the fatigue and coldness.
When I put on comfortable home clothes and lean on the sofa, my fingertips always habitually slide across the tablet.
Accurately open the "Xingyu" APP and enter the familiar live broadcast room - [An Xiaomiao's Heartwarming Tree Hole].
This has become a necessity for him to relieve stress, a subconscious behavior that does not require thinking.
The screen lights up under warm light.
The "girl" with long chestnut curly hair, teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes, and wearing pink coral fleece home clothes showed up on time.
The soft, fake voice had a strange soothing power: "Hello, my dears from Meow Planet~ Good evening! This is your An Xiao Miao, online for business on time!
What stories do you want to share with Xiao Miao today?"
Gu Lin looked at him expressionlessly, but his eyes were more intense than when he was processing documents during the day.
Less sharp and scrutinizing, more...focused and relaxed.
He was not fully focused. Sometimes he would listen to An Xiaomiao analyzing emotional issues while dealing with unfinished emails at hand.
Or flip through a less urgent industry briefing.
An Xiaomao's voice became the least offensive part of his background noise.
He admired An Xiaomiao's clarity and logic.
Whether it is denouncing sexual harassment in the workplace or rationally analyzing the dilemma of bride price.
Or maybe it was the heated debate last night in which he thoroughly refuted the “most sober man in the world”.
The courage to not follow the crowd and to uphold correct values, as well as the clear thinking ability, always make him feel a subtle resonance.
In this impetuous world, it is rare to hear such a sober and upright voice.
It is a luxurious comfort in itself.
He was no longer just a spectator.
Almost every night, when An Xiaomiao ends the live broadcast with a gentle voice.
When saying "Life is not easy, cherish what you have, good night and sweet dreams", Gu Lin would click on the gift interface.
No hesitation, no interaction.
The fingertips fell, and the target was clear - the "bright galaxy" at the top.
The virtual starry sky worth RMB 100,000 has arrived on time in the live broadcast room of “An Xiaomiao’s Heartwarming Tree Hole”!
Dazzling special effects instantly flooded the screen, with a platinum "L" hanging at the top of the list, followed by a "1,000,000" that made countless anchors envious.
Danmu has long been accustomed to:
【L God checks in on time! 】
【Worship the top boss! 】
【Little Meow was hit by the galaxy again! 】
[Does Big Boss L have a crush on our little cat? ]
An Xiaomao also changed from the initial shock and panic to the current "flattered" and proficient state.
"Wow! Thank you, Mr. L, for the brilliant galaxy! You truly are Xiao Miao's guardian angel! Thank you so much!"
There was sincere gratitude in the soft voice, after all, it was real money.
Gu Lin had no reaction to this, as if the 100,000 yuan was just a piece of paper thrown away casually.
He looked at An Xiao Miao on the screen, trying hard to maintain an "elegant" and cute appearance in the starry sea special effects, and listened to the sweet words of thanks.
Then calmly exit the live broadcast room and turn off the tablet.
The whole process is like completing a set ritual.
No messages, no unnecessary emotional fluctuations.
But only Gu Lin himself knew that when the virtual sea of stars lit up, when An Xiaomiao's voice sounded, and when those short ten minutes passed.
The heavy pressure that had accumulated in his brain due to the high-intensity operation, like a substance, would indeed be relieved slightly, but not noticeably.
An Xiaomao's live broadcast room became his cold world.
The only hidden oasis with a bit of "popularity" and the "right" temperature.
Once a habit is formed, it becomes as natural as breathing.
L has become a silent and powerful symbol in An Xiaomiao's live broadcast room, a "guardian" who must be there every night.
That afternoon, Lin Yu'an had just emerged from an emergency video conference regarding the sudden crisis in the Southeast Asian supply chain, feeling like he had fought a tough battle.
He was sitting at his workstation, sorting out the meeting minutes with numb fingers.
He tried to condense Gu Lin's sharp speech, which was full of fire and left the other executives speechless, into precise words.
Suddenly, there was an unusual noise at the entrance of the president's office.
The front desk lady said in a slightly flustered and respectful voice: "Mrs. Gu! Why are you here? Mr. Gu... is in a meeting..."
An elegant yet undeniably powerful female voice rang out: "Meeting? Let him have it! I'll be waiting in his office."
The sound of high heels hitting the marble floor was crisp and powerful, coming from far away.
Lin Yu'an raised his head curiously.
I saw a well-maintained woman with an elegant and graceful temperament.
Accompanied by his assistant, he walked straight through the office area and headed towards Gu Lin's office as if no one was around.
She was wearing a well-tailored Chanel suit, the pearls around her neck were round and shiny, and the jade bracelet on her wrist was of excellent water content.
Her makeup is exquisite, her eyes are sharp, and her aura is so strong that it cannot be ignored.
It was Gu Lin's mother, the wife of the chairman of Gu Group - Ms. Su Mingyu.
Lin Yuan's heart was filled with alarm!
This Mrs. Gu is not someone who is easy to get along with!
He quickly lowered his head and pretended to concentrate on his work.
In fact, he pricked up his ears, but couldn't help glancing towards the president's office out of the corner of his eye.
It is human nature to eat melons, especially the melons of big bosses!
Sure enough, Mrs. Gu didn't even knock on the door, but directly pushed open the heavy wooden door of the president's office.
Gu Lin was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door, talking on the phone.
His voice was deep and cold, obviously he was dealing with a difficult matter.
Hearing the noise, he frowned and turned to see who was coming.
A rare crack appeared on that face that had been frozen for thousands of years - it was not a surprise, but a clearly visible... headache and helplessness!
"Mom? Why are you here?"
There was a hint of displeasure at being interrupted in Gu Lin's voice. He quickly said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'll get back to you later," and hung up.
"Why can't I come?"
Mrs. Gu sat down gracefully on the sofa, and her assistant immediately placed several bulging and exquisite file bags printed with the logo of a top marriage agency on the coffee table in front of her.
"If I don't come, are you planning to spend your whole life working? Gu Lin, you are thirty-one this year! Not twenty-one!"
Mrs. Gu's voice was not loud, but it carried a strong sense of oppression.
Lin Yu'an heard it clearly outside and almost couldn't hold back his laughter!
It turns out that even the cold-hearted CEO cannot escape the fate of being urged to get married by his own mother!
He quickly covered his mouth and pretended to cough, but in fact his ears stood up even higher.
"I know my own business."
Gu Lin's voice returned to its coldness, but Lin Yu'an keenly caught a hint of irritation beneath the coldness.
"Do you have an idea? What do you have?" Madam Gu raised her eyebrows and picked up a file bag. "Take a look! The Su family's daughter, a Cambridge graduate with an art degree, has a good temperament and excellent upbringing! The Li family's youngest daughter, an elite from Wall Street, is extremely capable and will definitely have something in common with you! And this, the Qin family..."
Mrs. Gu knows everything about it.
The information of the "candidates" was spread out on the coffee table like playing cards.
The girls in the photos are all glamorous, with prominent family backgrounds and impressive resumes.
"Mom!" Gu Lin's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "I said, no need! I don't have time to think about this now!"
"No time? There's always work to do!" Mrs. Gu refused to budge. "You're the only son of the Gu family! It's your responsibility to carry on the family line! Look at Mr. Wang's grandson, he's already helping out! And look at you! You don't even have anyone around you who cares about you! You have a cold face all day long, and that scares people away!"
Mrs. Gu became more and more excited as she spoke, and even stood up, almost poking Gu Lin's nose with her finger.
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