Chapter 62 About That Man
The nephew Zhan Li recommended wasn't a blood relative, but the son of his childhood friend. He said, "Boss Lin, my childhood friend went astray. He'll be released in ten years if he behaves well in prison. His son, Wang Xiaohao, has always stayed with his mother and hasn't picked up any bad habits. He's learning car repair skills. Unfortunately, because his father was a tough gangster who offended many, no one wanted to hire him, so he went to work elsewhere. Now that his mother is ill, he doesn't dare leave Beijing, so he asked me to help him find a job."
Lin Ruoyan trusted Zhan Li's judgment and said without further question, "Then ask him to come to work. The probation period will be two months, the same as yours. If he's suitable, he can be made a permanent employee. Finding a job is a matter for both parties. It's only when both parties feel it's suitable that it's truly suitable."
Zhan Li said gratefully, "Then I'll have that kid prepare a resume and submit it first."
Lin Ruoyan originally said that she didn't need a resume, but then she thought that her company still had to look more formal. At least resumes were required for recruiting people, which would be easier to explain to the human resources department. So she nodded without saying anything more.
Lin Ruoyan was fully expecting that with an extra driver, she could buy another car in the company's name, a luxury one at that. She wouldn't have to worry about it herself, and could let someone knowledgeable about cars choose one with Lu Gan. This car was for the marketing department, allowing Lu Gan to easily access high-end places and socialize with wealthy people.
Back then, state-owned enterprises' buses were mostly low-key, consisting of Audis and Passats. Private company bosses, on the other hand, favored cars like Maybach and Maserati, while ordinary small business owners would use Mercedes-Benz and BMW, depending on their financial resources.
Lin Ruoyan wanted to equip the marketing department with a car worth several million, similar to the luxury car at home. When Lu Gan heard this, he almost cried.
When he first joined, he boasted about spending 100 million yuan without blinking, and now he's still feeling weak and scared. Since joining, he hasn't earned a penny back, so how can he just spend money? The people in the cost and finance departments look at him with such glares that they could kill him alive. And the boss even insisted on giving him a multi-million dollar luxury car. Is this flattery?
Lu Gan refused to accept the offer, even saying that his car couldn't be too fancy to upset the customer, and that it should be of the same class as a Mercedes-Benz or BMW. He said that in places frequented by wealthy people, such a car logo would be acceptable.
Lin Ruoyan thought about it and it made sense. Her brother usually used a Mercedes-Benz worth over one million yuan to commute to work, so she might as well get one like him.
Lu Gan didn't dare disobey his boss again. After all, Mercedes-Benz models were available for under a million yuan, and a striking logo and design would be enough. Finally, at his insistence, they bought a Mercedes-Benz worth around 800,000 yuan to serve as the marketing department's "bus." Lu Gan even politely told the other departments to use the car when he wasn't visiting clients.
Lao Jiao and Li Jia, who often go to construction sites, dare not take the risk of luxury cars. If they need a car, they prefer one with a high chassis, sturdy and dirt-resistant, and it would be even better if it can transport people and goods.
Hao Heshan, director of the Information Department, fully demonstrates the attributes of a otaku. Since moving his bedding into the office, he rarely leaves the building. It is said that he has sublet the house he used to live in to others and he doesn't use a car at all.
That is to say, in order to research the high-end projects of competitors, the design department will probably use the luxury car, which looks more like a high-end customer than a business car. At other times, the utilization rate of the Mercedes-Benz is not as high as that of the business car.
Lin Ruoyan didn't care about that and insisted on having one driver for each car. Especially for luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz, which are very valuable, it is necessary to have a dedicated person to maintain and service them.
However, the new driver, Wang Xiaohao, looked a little evasive when he saw Lin Ruoyan.
Lin Ruoyan was quite perceptive. She privately asked the human resources department for Wang Xiaohao's resume and took a look at it. She found that this man had actually worked for two years in the small southern town where the real daughter used to live. His resume showed that he had worked as a waiter in a bar and a mechanic in the car factory next door.
Lin Ruoyan was genuinely confused when she saw the words "bar." This was the bar where the real daughter had worked part-time for several years, and where she had met Lin Mengxi's biological father. However, Wang Xiaohao and the related plot were completely unmentioned in the book.
So Lin Ruoyan could only call Wang Xiaohao to the office alone, close and lock the door, and ask in a low voice: "Have you seen me before in xx city in the south?"
Wang Xiaohao nodded and quickly explained, "Boss Lin, I..."
"I bumped my head and can't remember who you are. Can you tell me what you know about me?" Lin Ruoyan wasn't afraid of the fact that she and Wang Xiaohao were former bar colleagues. Her life before being adopted into the wealthy family was no secret. Some tabloids had even more "details" than she knew, exaggerating them as much as they could. She treated it all as entertainment gossip. Anyone interested could investigate, she believed she had nothing to hide.
"When I was working in that bar, they said you went back to have a baby. So I'm actually not very familiar with Mr. Lin, but..." Wang Xiaohao was a little incoherent.
"Oh, after I gave birth to my child, I went back to the bar and continued working part-time for a few years. Were you still there then?"
"No, I worked in a bar for two months, and then went to the car factory next door. They were hiring there, after all, I studied repair." When Wang Xiaohao mentioned something he was familiar with, his speech became more fluent.
"So, do you have something to ask me, or something to tell me?" Lin Ruoyan keenly sensed that Wang Xiaohao must be up to something. If she hadn't read the original book and clearly knew who Lin Mengxi's biological father was, she would probably still be wondering if she and this handsome Wang Xiaohao had a relationship closer than just colleagues.
Wang Xiaohao blushed, and hesitated for several minutes before speaking: "When I was working at the bar, a man came to see you with a hand-drawn portrait. At that time, another colleague told him that you had hooked up with a rich man, been kept as a mistress, and left the city to raise a baby. I didn't know you at the time, so I naturally didn't dare to say anything. Later, I heard other colleagues talking about it, and I realized that you might come back to work in the future. I didn't understand the situation and felt a little unfair, so I asked them why they made up such a story about you."
Lin Ruoyan thought that it wasn't the real her anyway, so she just treated it as a story. So she asked without any pressure, "Who is the man looking for me?"
"I don't know. The colleague who arranged your whereabouts later explained to me that the man who came to see you didn't have a local accent, and his attire didn't look like a good guy. He had a cold, murderous aura, and tattoos and scars on his exposed arms. They were afraid he was looking for revenge, so they made up that story." Wang Xiaohao thought for a moment and added, "Luckily, the man only showed up once and left a pager number, asking you to tell him if you came back to work. He reportedly hasn't come back since."
Lin Ruoyan's mind moved: "Is that guy handsome?"
Wang Xiaohao said: "The guy looked about my age. The female colleagues at the bar all said he was quite handsome, but he didn't seem like a good person. I also felt that he looked a bit like my father's old gangster friend. I wouldn't dare talk to that kind of person."
After hearing this description, Lin Ruoyan was certain that the man was most likely Lin Mengxi's biological father. This man had actually gone to the real daughter and left his contact information? Most paging stations were closed down now, so even if they finally found the number, what would it matter?
It is enough for her to have a son now.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaohao was quite enthusiastic and said, "At that time, I had a notebook specifically for recording the contact information of friends and colleagues, and also for building my own network. I casually wrote down the pager number that person left in my notebook. I'll go home and look for it, maybe I can find it."
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