Chapter 44 Call me if you need anything, otherwise talk to Boss Tan.
Lin Zaoyi thought to herself that the prediction was very accurate, and that if the Tan family ever went into financial trouble, she could help people with their fortunes.
Xu Qiao's eyes widened in surprise. Zao Yi's mother was so familiar with President Tan?
Suppressing his surprise, he greeted her politely.
Tan Zhaojing nodded, "Go sit on the sofa for a while."
Before taking a step, Lin Zaoyi boldly asked, "Did you give me the news?"
The man countered, "What do you think?"
"..."
If it's not true, then it's not true; can't you just speak properly?
Just as I sat down, Tan Zhaojing's voice rang in my ears, "Come here."
Since no one was named, Lin Zaoyi assumed they weren't calling her. Sister Qiao, sitting to the side, gestured with her chin, "Why aren't you going over?"
She feigned ignorance, "Are you calling me? No, we're not that close."
Just as she was about to clear herself, the person spoke again, "Lin Zaoyi."
"..."
Xu Qiao's eyes widened in surprise again. She silently watched Zao Yi move into the office area. President Tan's aura was too strong; it was not advisable to stare at him for too long.
Lin Zaoyi had long known that she should avoid eye contact with Tan Zhaojing if possible, but she felt that it would lack authority. So, she looked over calmly and asked, "Mr. Tan, may I ask what's the matter?"
The man narrowed his eyes slightly. "Pretending not to know me again?"
She gave a beautiful reason: "I'm just afraid of causing you trouble."
What's bothering you?
"Give me a task: I need an exclusive interview with you."
He said in an ambiguous tone, "You can give it a try."
She wouldn't want to; what's the point of trying something with such a zero probability of success?
"never mind."
What does "forget it" mean?
Never mind, of course I'll just let it go...
Is there any need to ask about something so obvious?
She explained patiently, "It just means you don't need it."
Tan Zhaojing screwed the pen cap back on and leaned back in his chair. "You won't even try the chance that's right in front of you?"
Lin Zaoyi's desire was thus aroused; could a miracle be about to occur?
Filled with anticipation, she asked, "Brother Zhaojing... could you give me a chance?"
He smiled, and she smiled too. But the next second, what he said made her smile freeze instantly.
He said, "No."
"...!!!"
Before he could even exhale his pent-up frustration, he tossed him a document. "Translate."
"……Now?"
This person habitually speaks rudely, "Otherwise what?"
"!"
Not daring to argue to his face, she timidly glared at him, only to be met with a knowing look in his eyes. "If you glare at me again, I won't get any news."
"..."
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Lin Zaoyi lowered her eyes and opened the document. "I'll translate it for you right away."
The vice president knocked and entered. "Mr. Tan, you wanted to see me?"
Tan Zhaojing pointed to the rest area and said, "CBN reporter, cooperate with me to make a news story."
Lin Zaoyi also wanted to go over and whispered to him, "Brother Zhaojing, can I give you the documents later? I want to make a statement."
Call me if you need anything, otherwise just chat with me.
Tan Zhaojing lowered his eyes and flipped through the documents. "Let me think about it first."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
In the next half hour, two factions emerged in the huge office, with completely different atmospheres despite being in the same space.
One is bustling, the other is quiet.
At the end of the interview, Xu Qiao bowed to express her gratitude, and the vice president smiled and said, "You're welcome."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two turned their attention to the office area in unison.
Everyone has their own questions.
One person speculated about the relationship between the two, while the other wondered when President Tan had changed the rules so that secretaries could now work in the office.
In his field of vision, reporter Xu bowed slightly to Mr. Tan, saying, "Mr. Tan, I apologize for disturbing you."
Then he patted the girl on the shoulder and said, "You can go now."
Not a secretary?
Lin Zaoyi had been waiting for Sister Qiao to say this, and quickly handed over the half-translated document with both hands, saying, "President Tan, I have to go back to the newspaper."
Tan Zhaojing didn't even look up. "Just leave it there."
Lin Zaoyi was used to it, but Xu Qiao had a doubt in her heart: was she being a little cold?
She didn't inquire about any of these things.
If Zaoyi had been willing, she would have said so from the beginning.
On the way back, a colleague called. Xu Qiao, who was driving, put the phone on speakerphone. "What is it?"
"Xu Qiao, I can't stop you from trying to climb the social ladder, but do you have to be so ruthless?"
Xu Qiao didn't understand. "What did I do?"
The other party scoffed, "Pretending to be interesting???"
After saying that, the line snapped shut.
In just over ten seconds, Lin Zaoyi received a message from Zhao Qingqing, and waved her phone, "Sister Qiao, I know what happened, their interview was canceled."
Xu Qiao: "..."
Lin Zaoyi was speechless, but also felt a little satisfied.
Xu Qiao felt the same way. She didn't say anything else, only saying, "President Tan did a great job."
A casual remark stirred a ripple in Lin Zaoyi's calm eyes; it was inexplicable, and when she tried to delve into it, the feeling vanished.
Zhao Qingqing sent another message: "I thought you were so arrogant! You can't even handle this?"
She tapped the screen calmly, [Don't get excited, this is just the beginning.]
...
I was busy until six o'clock, then I left work on time.
Lin Zaoyi went to the supermarket first, but when she returned, there was an uninvited guest at her door. Surprised, she blurted out, "What are you doing here?"
Tan Zhaojing glanced at her, "Even you're quick to discard someone after they've served their purpose."
Lin Zaoyi realized her mistake and corrected it, asking, "May I ask what's wrong, Brother Zhaojing?"
"You're just going to let me talk here?"
As they spoke, Tan Zhaojing snatched the shopping bag from her hand. "Open the door, and while you're at it, enter my fingerprint."
"No, that's against the rules."
Tan Zhaojing's brow furrowed slightly. "Are you sure you want to talk to me about rules? Lin Zaoyi, if that's the case, I don't mind if we start from the beginning."
Lin Zaoyi had no answer. Fingerprinting required physical contact, so to avoid that, she sent him six numbers to his phone, saying, "I've sent you the password."
Tan Zhaojing didn't dwell on it. After entering the house, he casually placed his things on the table and asked, "What are we having for dinner?"
Lin Zaoyi: "...You don't want to eat here, do you?"
Tan Zhaojing laughed in exasperation, "How many times has this happened? At least try to control your facial expressions."
Lin Zaoyi also wanted to, but the man's behavior kept taking her out of control. "Next time," she said.
Turning my head away, I took the groceries out of the shopping bag one by one.
He walked over. "Cook it yourself or order takeout?"
"I probably won't eat it."
Afraid he'd misunderstand, I pointed to some snacks and said, "I'm feeling lazy today."
Tan Zhaojing nodded, "Then I'll do it."
Lin Zaoyi: "You do it?"
Firstly, she found it strange that a pampered young master who never lifted a finger would be cooking, and secondly, she wondered if her family was being too comfortable.
Tan Zhaojing suddenly reached out and pinched her cheek, "Control your expression."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
Annoying, no way.
She touched the spot he had touched. His touch was clearly not heavy, but it felt like something had bumped into her chest. It was brief, just a moment, but she caught it.
It's annoying.
Yes, I just hate it.
I dislike his overly familiar manner.
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