15. This uncle has a great background
In less than five seconds, Ling Ling accepted Tuo Wu's job offer over the phone, much to her own surprise. So, the shortest path from deep thought to the answer is always money. She had been starving for two days. Upon arriving at Tuo Wu, Ling Ling was assigned to Group B in the Planning Department. Her supervisor was Bai Yuefu, nicknamed "Black Widow." She was thin and dark, the kind of woman who must have mixed Black and South Asian ancestry within three generations. This woman practically poured all her uncontrolled ego onto the glittering avenue of the workplace, blinding generations of new hires. Although Ling Ling had just started, her duties ranged from basic chores to advanced chores and various other specialized tasks. But after being scolded and crying three times in her first week, her life, once pale as elephant gray, finally turned pitch black. Ling Ling sobbed as she copied a mountain of documents. Suddenly, she felt someone enter the printing room behind her and sniffed to calm herself. "What's wrong, little girl? Are you crying again?" A man with a delicate hairstyle and a faint scent of Atlas cedar perfume walked in. Ling Ling was suddenly a little panicked, and kept avoiding his eyes with a searching smile. "I, I'm fine." She didn't know what to say, so she said timidly. "Don't be afraid. My name is Luo Hao. I'm in the company's human resources department. I'm higher up than your management level." Luo Hao was friendly and a little attentive. But Ling Ling pretended not to hear and continued to copy the materials. Because no matter how high the position of this Luo Hao was, it didn't matter; that was a political struggle among the management. The workplace was a stage for gladiators, and she had no sense of existence. She was neither a person in the arena nor a tiger, but just the fine sand under their feet. Even if she was lucky enough to be kicked up by the dust, she would be quickly suppressed. But Luo Hao didn't mind her slight, continuing good-naturedly, "Let me help you de-stress. Tomorrow, our company has a big event on the North Third Ring Road. Can you help me set up the venue and get some respite from the clutches of the 'Black Widow'?" Luo Hao leaned his handsome face closer to Ling Ling and asked. Within Ling Ling's still body, a whirlwind of thoughts raced, nearly sparking. First, she determined that this man was definitely not the white angel in her dark life; second, she confirmed that his actions were merely a gesture of goodwill, not sexual harassment; and third, she recognized that this was the workplace, and complaining to her superiors was a terrible idea. Luo Hao's faint smile also concealed a host of subtle thoughts: he had been standing behind Fang Tuowu when he'd watched Ling Ling pour water on the roof. He knew Fang Tuowu's temperament; he simply liked...
In less than five seconds, Ling Ling accepted Tuo Wu's offer over the phone, much to her own surprise. So, the shortest path from hard thinking to an answer is always money. She'd been out of food for two days.
Upon arriving in Tuowu, Ling Ling was assigned to Group B of the Planning Department. Her supervisor was Bai Yuefu, nicknamed "Black Widow." She was thin and dark, and within three generations, she must have mixed Black and South Asian ancestry.
This woman has spread almost all of her hormones that have nowhere to radiate onto the golden avenue of the workplace, blinding the eyes of generations of newcomers.
Although Ling Ling had just started working and the work she did was nothing more than basic odd jobs, advanced odd jobs, and various fancy odd jobs, she was scolded and cried three times in her first week, which finally turned her elephant-gray life into asphalt-black.
Ling Ling was sobbing as she copied a mountain of materials. Suddenly, she felt someone walk into the printing room from behind her, and she quickly sniffed to calm herself down.
"What's wrong, little girl? Are you crying again?"
A man with a sophisticated hairstyle and a faint scent of Atlas cedar perfume walked in.
Ling Ling suddenly felt a little frightened and kept avoiding his eyes which were curved with a searching smile.
"I, I'm fine." She didn't know what to say and just said timidly.
"Don't be afraid. My name is Luo Hao. I'm a human resources officer in the company. I'm at a higher level than you." Luo Hao was friendly and attentive.
But Ling Ling pretended not to hear, continuing to copy the documents. No matter how high-ranking Luo Hao was, that was a political struggle among management. The workplace was a gladiator's arena, and she, with her insignificant presence, was neither a fighter nor a tiger, but merely the sand beneath their feet. Even if she was lucky enough to be kicked up by dust, she would be quickly crushed.
But Luo Hao didn't mind her neglect and continued to say in a good-tempered manner: "Let me help you relieve the pressure. The company has a large event on the North Third Ring Road tomorrow. How about you help me set up the venue and temporarily free yourself from the clutches of the 'Black Widow'?" Luo Hao's handsome face came close to Ling Ling and asked.
Ling Ling's motionless body suppressed a brain circuit that was spinning at a high speed, almost sparking - first of all, she judged that this person was definitely not the white angel in her dark life; secondly, she confirmed that his behavior was a gesture of goodwill and did not constitute sexual harassment; thirdly, she realized that this was the workplace, and she was new here, so complaining to her superior was definitely the worst option.
Luo Hao's faint smile also concealed a host of subtle thoughts: he had been standing behind Fang Tuowu when he'd watched the scene of Ling Ling pouring onto the rooftop. He knew Fang Tuowu's personality; he was someone who didn't like to play by the rules. In a company dominated by Fang Tuowu, this young woman might have a bright future. Secondly, he loved to flirt with young women in his free time.
Before Ling Ling could reply, Luo Hao said, "Wait for my good news," and then left happily.
In the huge auditorium, Ling Ling ran around to make arrangements. She had been freed from the mental torture, but now it turned into physical torture.
Luo Hao was sitting in the third row of the VIP seats, looking at his watch anxiously. Finally, a sturdy guy rudely sat down next to him and bumped his shoulder hard.
"Why are you here just now? I was scheduled to be the first one to present the award on stage. What if you missed it?" Luo Hao hit his strong forearm.
"It's just an award presentation, not an award acceptance. Why are you so excited?"
"If it weren't for your good photography skills, who would have asked you to come here!" Luo Hao stuffed a SLR camera into his hand.
"Hey, a flat stage with flashlights, do I really need my photography skills, which I've used in geological surveys? Forget it, since I'm here, why don't you treat me to a drink before I do the hard labor?"
"No problem. Brother always brings his younger brothers with him when he travels around the world!" Luo Hao proudly dialed the phone and said arrogantly, "Xiao Ling, there are guests coming. Bring two bottles of water." Then he hung up without any courtesy.
He felt that Luo Hao's behavior of ordering people around was really despicable, but because this guy was the ex-boyfriend who was dumped the most by his second sister, he could only endure it.
As soon as Ling Ling hung up the phone, she quickly ran to the VIP seats with four bottles of water.
"Mr. Luo, your water——"
When Ling Ling handed it to Luo Hao and then handed it to the so-called "guest" beside him, the two looked at each other and were so stunned that they were speechless.
"Lingling..." He came to his senses and whispered her name softly.
Ling Ling looked at Yu Chuanbei, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and was speechless for a moment. She was still lingering on the attic, remembering the farewell scene.
"Do you know each other?" Luo Hao, the unnecessary presence, broke the awkwardness at the right time.
"Yeah." Seeing Ling Ling lowered her eyes and remained silent, Yu Chuanbei could only respond to him, but his eyes still did not leave her.
Luo Hao, who made his living as an emotional expert, suddenly understood the relationship between the two people.
"Xiao Ling, do you have a boyfriend?" Luo Hao asked mischievously.
Ling Ling was confused by the question, but still replied stubbornly: "Sorry, I don't want to answer."
"Hey, I'm your boss. How can you not answer my questions?" Luo Hao wanted to show off his power.
"You also said you are the 'boss', so only official matters are under your responsibility." After saying that, Ling Ling ran away along the safety passage without looking back.
Yu Chuanbei burst out laughing, but Luo Hao felt a little annoyed: "Yu Chuanbei, let me tell you, this little girl is super difficult to deal with. You have such good conditions, why don't you find someone easier?"
"I'm not going to die soon, so why should I look for an easy way!" Yu Chuanbei completely rejected his suggestion, stuffed the camera back to him, and walked towards the safety passage.
"Hey, little brat, I'm here to ask for your help! I didn't call you here just because I wanted to help you!" Luo Hao growled angrily, but in public, he didn't dare to lose his composure for the sake of his image.
Yu Chuanbei saw Ling Ling setting up the venue for the post-meeting interview alone. He rolled up his sleeves and snatched the cardboard box she was holding with difficulty.
"I didn't come to see you because I knew you wanted to avoid me. It's not that I don't want to see you."
The look Yu Chuanbei gave her was like a piece of thin ice floating on the azure water in the abyss.
His warm hand covered her cold fingertips at the bottom of the cardboard box, and she pulled it away evasively.
Ling Ling still didn't respond and turned to do other things.
"I've met Long Jia. He brought a charity project to me. I think he has many connections, and it doesn't have to be me. You've made the right friends."
Yu Chuanbei's words made Ling Ling, who was facing away from him, pause in the disorganized tidying work in her hands.
"Xiao Ling, the ceremony has begun, come over here quickly to help!" A strange female voice came from the door calling her.
But Lingling still has a lot of work to do here, and she is hesitating and can't let go for the time being.
"You go ahead, leave this to me."
Yu Chuanbei's gentle promise made Ling Ling feel extremely at ease at this moment.
Ling Ling ran towards the source of the sound, and Yu Chuanbei stayed to help her complete the remaining work.
When Ling Ling came back, she found that everything was ready.
This time, I owe him a "thank you" again.
She sighed and sat down tiredly on the wooden chair, only to find a bottle of mineral water and a note in the wide pocket of her coat draped over the armrest: "Take a break and drink some water, don't let yourself get too tired. I'll be waiting, so you have to take care of yourself first."
Ling Ling unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of the clear water. It seemed to be a taste she had never tasted before.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ever since returning from helping out at Luo Hao's awards ceremony, Black Widow's treatment of Ling Ling had gone from warm-up abuse to cold violence. Ling Ling had indeed committed a workplace taboo: I abused you solely to derive pleasure from my superior position, yet you sought external assistance, finding someone higher up to suppress me, pushing the already disparate strengths into a close-quarters brawl. Naturally, Ling Ling's situation was precarious.
Hearing that the big boss was coming today, Ling Ling was arranged to help in the tea room - from printing and typesetting to serving tea, a marginalized writer was directly transformed into a manual laborer.
In an industry where creativity is paramount, "Black Widow" is incredibly obsessive about detail. She requires two spaces between the first line and boldface titles. And no matter what work you hand her, it always begins with "tsk" and ends with "ah." Ling Ling, understanding her quirk, arranges the water cups and snacks with meticulous precision.
Who would have thought that as soon as she turned around to get the tissue, the equilateral triangle she carefully constructed was missing a point!
She glared at the person who came with her eyes wide open.
The other party immediately stopped the mineral water bottle that was just about to reach her mouth and asked her weakly: "This... can't I drink it?"
Ling Ling curled her lips in frustration and said, "Yes—you drink it."
The man took a closer look at Ling Ling's tray and suddenly realized: "Oh, so you have a shape!" Then he took out a bottle from the small refrigerator and filled it for her according to Ling Ling's shape.
Ling Ling took the opportunity to observe the uncle carefully. She couldn't tell anything from his profile, but she could see that his suit was very expensive, very expensive.
Author's Note
Liu Qiu
author
04-18
Whenever I feel down, I come here to check my novel collection. When I see an increase, I feel that life is still worth living.
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