The baptism of the “living devil”
After the interview, Doupi was taken back to Lin Yu'an District Kindergarten.
Doupi sprinted around the living room like a little cannonball, making "woohoo" simulated engine sounds with his mouth and holding a paper airplane in his hand.
Lin Yu'an collapsed on the only relatively intact single sofa, his eyelids drooping and his body feeling hollowed out.
Taking care of a child, especially a four-year-old boy whose energy is comparable to that of a perpetual motion machine, is definitely a cosmic-level exhausting exercise.
He had only been in charge for two days, but he already understood what it meant to "charge for five minutes and struggle for ten hours."
"Doupi! Brake! We're going to hit the wall!"
Lin Yu'an shouted weakly.
Doupi made a sharp turn, and the paper airplane flew out of his hand and landed accurately in the bucket of instant noodles that Lin Yuan had just made but hadn't had time to take a sip of.
The soup splashed everywhere, and a few poor noodles hung on Lin Yu'an's forehead.
Lin Yuan: “…”
He silently picked the noodles off his forehead, looked at the messy living room in front of him, and then looked at the innocent and excited big eyes of the perpetrator.
I took a deep breath and silently repeated three times: My dear nephew, my dearest, I can’t hit him. If I hurt my sister, she will fight me to the death when she comes back...
At this moment, the cell phone he had casually thrown on the coffee table vibrated, and an unfamiliar landline number lit up on the screen.
Lin Yu'an wiped his face casually and answered the phone, his tone a bit tired, "Don't bother me even if the world ends," "Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Lin Yu'an?" A capable female voice sounded familiar from the other end of the line.
"It's me, who are you?" Lin Yu'an gently pushed away Doupi who was trying to climb onto his legs and "fly an airplane".
"Hello, Mr. Lin. I'm Zhang Wei from the Human Resources Department of Gu Group."
"Manager Zhang?!" Lin Yu'an sat up straight in an instant, his heart skipping a beat.
Was it to inform him that the show was over? Or...?
Gu Lin’s icy face and the last cold words “get out” flashed through his mind.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lin."
Zhang Wei's voice was filled with formal congratulations. "After a comprehensive evaluation, you have been hired as an Administrative Secretary (junior level) in the President's Office of Gu's Group, with a three-month probationary period. Please bring your ID and copies of your relevant academic qualifications to the Human Resources Department on the 28th floor of the group headquarters at 9:00 AM next Monday to complete the onboarding procedures."
boom--!
Lin Yu'an felt like a firework exploded in his head!
There was a blank, followed by a huge, unreal ecstasy that instantly drowned all the fatigue!
Admitted... Admitted?!
Gu Corporation?! The CEO's Secretary?!
That icy and unrepentant Gu Lin...actually hired him?!
"Really? Manager Zhang?"
Lin Yu'an's voice trembled a little, and he even pinched his thigh. It hurt! This wasn't a dream!
"Of course it's true, Mr. Lin."
Zhang Wei seemed to be able to imagine the shock on the other end of the line, and with a hint of smile in her tone, she said, "Mr. Gu made the decision personally. Welcome to join Gu's. The specific job responsibilities and precautions will be emailed to you later, so please be sure to read it carefully. I look forward to meeting you next Monday."
The phone had been hung up for a long time, but Lin Yu'an was still in the posture of answering the call, with the phone against his ear and a silly smile on his face.
"Uncle? Uncle!" Doupi's little hands waved in front of him, "Instant noodles! Doupi wants to eat!"
Lin Yu'an snapped back to his senses, picked up Doupi, spun around, and excitedly shouted, "Doupi! Uncle found a job! A fantastic job! I'll buy you a room full of bear cookies! And a big car!"
Although Doupi didn't understand what a "super awesome job" meant, when he heard "a room full of bear biscuits" and "a big car," he immediately started screaming excitedly: "Biscuits! Big car! Uncle is awesome!"
The small rental house was instantly filled with ecstasy and hope as if they had survived a disaster.
***
Monday, 8:50 AM.
The president's office is on the 28th floor of Gu Group's headquarters.
The air was filled with a silent tension and an atmosphere of efficient operation.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the rising sun, which paints the cold marble floor a layer of light gold.
Lin Yu'an, wearing his old suit that had been ironed even more straight, stood in the bright corridor. He took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement and a little uneasiness in his heart.
Led by HR Zhang Wei, he quickly familiarized himself with the environment - the tea room, the printing room, and most importantly, his future position: an independent workstation outside the president's office.
The workstations are spacious, equipped with brand new top-brand computers and office equipment, and are spotlessly clean.
Lin Yu'an had just sat down and had not had time to feel the "elite atmosphere" when the internal phone rang.
“Beep—beep—”
The cold and regular ringing sounded like some kind of ominous omen.
Lin Yu'an picked up the phone immediately: "Hello, this is Lin Yu'an from the President's Office."
"Lin Yu'an," Gu Lin's signature, cold, low voice came from the other end of the phone, like ice water poured over my head, "Come in."
Here they come! Lin Yu'an perked up, straightened his tie, and walked quickly towards the heavy, dark wooden door.
I knocked on the door, heard a cold "come in", and pushed the door open.
Gu Lin was still sitting behind the huge desk, the morning light outlining his cold and hard profile.
He didn't look up, but just pointed at a thick pile of scattered documents on the corner of the table.
"Within half an hour, the files were organized by time, project, and priority, and the electronic catalog was synchronized and updated to the shared folder. The error rate was zero."
The order was concise, cold, and unquestionable, without even a glance at him.
Lin Yu'an felt his scalp tingle as he looked at the pile of documents that was half a meter high.
Half an hour? Zero errors? This is a real show of strength!
But he immediately cheered up: "Okay, Mr. Gu!"
He picked up the heavy pile of documents and returned to the outer workstation, immediately entering combat mode.
Fingers fly on the keyboard, the brain works at high speed, classifying, sorting, naming, scanning, uploading... the movements are fast but not chaotic.
Thanks to the history student's powerful information processing ability and the super concentration honed by Doupi, he completed the task in the 28th minute. After checking it carefully twice, he knocked on Gu Lin's door to report.
Gu Lin's gaze finally shifted from the computer screen and he glanced at the tablet Lin Yu'an handed over, which contained a clear and complete electronic catalog.
He slid and tapped his fingers quickly across the screen, as if he was doing a spot check.
A few seconds later, he looked up at Lin Yu'an. His cold eyes were devoid of any emotion, and he only uttered two words:
“Too slow.”
Lin Yuan: “…”
He almost couldn't finish it in one breath! 28 minutes! Zero mistakes! Still slow?! But he kept his professional smile on his face: "Sorry, Mr. Gu, I'll be faster next time."
Gu Lin ignored his "next time" and tossed over another USB drive: "This contains scans of all the strategic cooperation memoranda of the group over the past five years. There are a lot of garbled characters and errors in the text recognition. Within two hours, manual verification and correction will be completed to form the final electronic version. The requirements are the same as above."
Lin Yu'an took the USB drive and felt his palms getting hot.
Five years! Memo!
Manual verification of garbled code! Two hours!
This living devil really treats him like an octopus!
He returned to his workstation, took a deep breath, and opened the file.
Sure enough, the OCR recognition was a mess, with all kinds of strange symbols, typos, and broken sentences.
He put on headphones, his eyes scanning the screen like a scanner, his brain working frantically, his fingers leaving afterimages on the keyboard.
The history student's sensitivity to words played a huge role at this moment. He could almost automatically correct errors based on his sense of language and contextual logic.
One hour and forty-five minutes later, a collection of electronic memos with standard format and correct revisions was sent to Gu Lin's email.
Less than a minute later, the intercom rang again.
"Coffee. Double Espresso, no sugar, 90 degrees Celsius, NOW."
The order was concise and urgent.
Lin Yu'an immediately stood up and rushed to the tea room.
The operation of Gu's top-of-the-line coffee machine was as complicated as a spacecraft panel. He frantically studied it and finally made a cup of espresso that met the requirements. He carefully carried the scalding hot cup and delivered it to Gu Lin's table as quickly as possible.
Gu Lin picked up the cup, took a sip, frowned slightly, put the cup down, and shot Lin Yu'an a cold gaze: "The temperature is 0.5 degrees high. There's not enough oil. Redo it."
Lin Yuan: “…”
He felt like what flowed through his veins wasn't blood, but magma! 90 degrees? 0.5 degrees? Grease?
Is he a secretary or a coffee taster?!
But he gritted his teeth, forced a smile on his face that said "Okay, Mr. Gu, I'll go right away", then turned around and rushed back to the tea room.
When he finally came back with a cup of espresso that looked quite rich and fat-rich, with the coffee machine's precision thermometer showing 89.8 degrees, Gu Lin was on the phone.
"Mr. Li from Xingyao Capital at 3 pm? Turn him down. Tell him that the risk hedging part of his proposal is rubbish and needs to be redone."
Gu Lin's voice was cold and ruthless, with an arrogance that seemed to control life and death.
He raised his hand and pointed at another document on the table, signaling Lin Yu'an to put down his coffee. He then continued into the phone, "...Yes, rubbish. If he can't even understand this basic stuff, Xingyao doesn't deserve to be on Gu's list of partners..."
Lin Yu'an put down his coffee, looked at Gu Lin's arrogant expression, and listened to him mercilessly evaluate a capital tycoon's plan as "rubbish", and his heart trembled.
This gentleman is truly a living devil! He feels that his future days are destined to be in dire straits.
After finally making it to noon, Lin Yu'an felt like he had run a marathon and a triathlon. He was mentally tense and physically exhausted.
He was just about to take a breath and go to the staff cafeteria to grab a few mouthfuls of food when the internal phone rang again like a death warrant!
"Lin Yu'an, come in."
Lin Yu'an stood up resignedly and walked into the office.
Gu Lin pointed at an extremely complex PPT on the computer screen, filled with various line graphs, bar charts, and densely packed data. "The logical chain of this market analysis report is broken, the core data is insufficiently supported, and the conclusions are vague. I'll give you one hour to identify all the problems, mark the revisions, and redo the framework of the conclusion page."
Lin Yu'an looked at the PPT that looked like a heavenly book, and his eyes went dark.
Market analysis? He's just a history student! One hour?! This isn't just a show of force; this is a threat to his life!
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