Chapter 7 You really can't be stingy when it comes to feeding cats.
On Monday, Su Ruan processed Qing Yan's onboarding procedures according to the established process.
When she received her payslip, the figure of five thousand after tax made her eyelids twitch.
The minimum salary for an intern at Qingyan is nine thousand, but it's halved when you get to her.
The HR lady gave a professional smile and added a comment.
"Ms. Su's position is rather special, so the salary structure is different."
"clear."
Su Ruan signed the document with a flourish of his pen.
This paltry sum of money is only considered a welfare subsidy if I sleep with Yan Tingnan.
After completing the onboarding procedures, the HR lady led her to the 30th floor.
"The Collections Department manages contemporary art collection and investment, and occasionally organizes joint curatorial exhibitions."
The HR lady pointed to the end of the corridor.
"President Yan's office is also on this floor, at the very back. He doesn't usually come here."
Su Ruan glanced at the CEO's office at the end of the corridor.
A monthly salary of 5,000 yuan is more bitter than coffee, but being able to admire President Yan's waist-to-hip ratio up close is worth it.
"Here, your workstation."
A seat by the window.
"Your boss is Director Nancy; she'll be here to work with you later."
The HR personnel left after putting down the work manual and materials.
Just as Su Ruan hung up her employee badge, a head with a bun hairstyle suddenly popped out from next door.
"New lady, your name tag photo is amazing!"
Su Ruan glanced at the other person playing Happy Landlords on the screen.
"Paid slacking off, you've really learned how to do this job properly."
"This is called leaving some blessings for capitalists..."
Su Ruan noticed the name on her employee badge: Huo Siyue.
Suddenly, memories flashed back to the original plot.
This is Yan Tingnan's cousin, a hidden big shot sent by her family to gain experience.
The original female lead was able to win over Yan Tingnan later on, and this cousin played a crucial role in that.
No wonder he can slack off so brazenly right under the nose of the president's office.
Huo Siyue was about to continue complaining when she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye, which startled her so much that she immediately switched to her work interface.
"Granny Nan has arrived! Quickly cut off your nail guards!"
Just as Su Ruan was about to reply, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground grew louder as they approached.
"Su Ruan, right?" A cold female voice came from behind.
Su Ruan turned around and met Nancy's scrutinizing gaze.
The other person was wearing an Armani suit, with a stack of documents under their arm, and their gaze swept over Su Ruan from top to bottom.
"Director Nan." Su Ruan stood up, her tone neither humble nor arrogant.
Nancy casually pulled out a document and tossed it in front of her.
"This is the preview list for next month's art exhibition, which includes twenty lots. I need to see a detailed analysis report for each lot tomorrow morning."
Su Ruan glanced at the list, her expression unchanged: "Okay, Director Nan."
Nancy turned to leave, but then stopped.
"This version will serve as the final draft for General Manager Yan's review."
She turned her head, a cold smile flashing across her eyes.
"I suggest you use all the knowledge you've acquired in your life."
Once Nancy had walked away, Huo Siyue immediately came over, looking at her with sympathy.
"Twenty items! And they still need to be reviewed by Chief Reviewer Yan. This will probably take all night. Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to work this hard!"
"Oh no, oh no, you're going to be in big trouble!"
Su Ruan opened the file, her fingertips leaving afterimages on the keyboard.
"It's okay, it won't get cold."
Su Ruan devoted himself to his work.
When she turned to the auction page for "Spring's Passing," the signature of the painter JY made her pupils shrink.
Who in the art world doesn't know this name? The genius female painter who jumped from the top floor twenty-three years ago.
He was rejected by galleries like trash during his lifetime, but after his death, his paintings became highly sought after.
Su Ruan recalled that in the original story, JY's real name was Jiang Ya, who was Yan Tingnan's deceased biological mother.
Back then, Grandpa Yan looked down on Jiang Ya because she was an art student with no background, and used the power of social class to break her up with Yan Jibai.
Jiang Ya secretly gave birth to Yan Tingnan and raised the child alone until he was nine years old.
After receiving the news, Yan Hongyi began to plan to abandon the mother and keep the son.
However, Jiang Ya strongly resisted, and the old man retaliated with a vicious and underhanded move.
A barrage of accusations—counterfeits, plagiarism, and academic fraud—were launched to smear her paintings and reputation.
Unable to withstand the pressure of public opinion, Jiang Ya ultimately chose to jump off a building and died in front of Yan Jibai, who went insane on the spot.
After arranging Jiang Ya's funeral, he chose to commit suicide for love.
Three years after Jiang Ya's death, the Qingyan Group's art foundation suddenly appeared and cleared her name, retrieving her paintings and reframing them.
Those pieces that were once rejected by galleries are now labeled as hidden gems of art and fetch astronomical prices at auctions.
Su Ruan stared at the auction records of Jiang Ya's paintings over the years and sneered.
They were drained of their marrow in life and had their souls extracted after death.
Yan Hongyi's eating manners are so bad that even the evil spirits in the King of Hell's palace would have to call him their ancestor.
No wonder Yan Tingnan treated him so cruelly later on.
Yan Tingnan.
The Yan family is a cannibalistic hell; I'll help you tear it down.
...
At 10 p.m., the city lights climbed up to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 30th floor of the Qingyan Building.
Most of the office lights were dimmed, leaving only Su Ruan's workstation lit.
As Yan Tingnan stepped out of the elevator and passed the collection department, he stopped and glanced at the glass curtain wall.
Su Ruan was chewing on half a sandwich, her fingertips tapping away on the keyboard.
She had salad dressing on her lips, and her long hair was casually tied into a bun, making her look completely different from the vixen who had seduced him that night.
Jing Huai followed closely behind and glanced in the direction of the boss's gaze.
"Don't worry, among the twenty reports Nancy provided, there are five controversial items. Miss Su will probably be up all night tonight."
Yan Tingnan loosened his tie and tossed out a remark as they brushed past each other.
"The administration department ordered an extra late-night snack specially provided by the president's office and used it to feed the cats."
Jing Huai was stunned for a moment.
Where did the cat come from on the 30th floor?
He turned to look at the slender figure rummaging through the documents and immediately understood.
"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."
Ten minutes later, when the food box with the Michelin logo was placed at her workstation, Su Ruan chuckled.
A corporate slave earning 5,000 yuan a month gets a four-figure overtime meal.
The capitalists feed their donkeys quite expensive feed.
I just don't know if it can be converted into overtime pay.
She slurped up the last mouthful of cod porridge, wiped her mouth, and continued working diligently.
At 11:30, Su Ruan clicked the send button, and the report swiftly appeared in Yan Tingnan's email.
She stretched and rubbed her sore neck.
I packed my things, grabbed my bag, and headed home from get off work.
At the same time, Yan Tingnan opened the email and quickly scanned the report.
Suruan's report is well-organized and insightful.
In particular, the assessment of the market prospects and artistic value of each auction item accurately addresses the pain points of investors.
Yan Tingnan has always been demanding of his work, and reports that truly impress him are rare.
When he scrolled to the end of "Spring's Passing," Su Ruan's concluding remarks caught his attention.
"The iris in the painting withers in the rainstorm, but its roots pierce the soil. The so-called withering is just a hibernation in the face of death."
Hope is never a gift from fate, but an escape that we carve out ourselves in the face of despair.
He paused for a moment with his knuckles hovering over the touchpad, and his brow twitched slightly.
The words my mother wrote when she created "Spring Passes Away" have crossed twenty-three years and overlapped with the words on the screen.
"No matter how deep a seed is buried, it will eventually sprout."
My mother's dying whispers suddenly pierced the cocoon of memory.
"Mom's story has ended, but you must continue drawing with your pen."
Yan Tingnan's Adam's apple bobbed as he closed his eyes to suppress the suffocating feeling rising in his chest.
You underestimated her.
I thought it was just a wildcat that didn't know its own strength, but it turned out to be a fox in cat's clothing.
When Jing Huai pushed the door open and came in, he had just scrolled to the last page.
Suddenly, a cute chibi-style character popped up on the screen, rolling around in a pile of banknotes while holding a fluorescent sign that read "Please raise my salary," accompanied by a line of small print.
"Boss, even cattle and horses need to eat grass. A monthly salary of five thousand is only enough to buy nitroglycerin pills!"
Yan Tingnan let out a soft laugh.
Jing Huai paused, almost thinking he was seeing things.
"Jinghuai".
"exist."
Yan Tingnan leaned back in her chair, but her gaze remained fixed on the cheeky little figure.
"Interns earn a base salary of 9,000, so why does SuSoft pay only 5,000?"
Jing Huai replied cautiously, "You instructed me to take special care of her and not let her have it too easy."
Yan Tingnan raised her eyes and said coldly, "I let you make things difficult for her, not let you starve her to death."
He saved the sketch and casually added a sentence.
"Notify the HR department that the salary for Susoft employees will be adjusted to 25,000 yuan after tax."
You really can't be stingy when it comes to feeding cats.
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