Chapter 3. President Zhu was a kind and strong man, but he could knit sweaters. ...
The rustling sound grew louder and louder, reaching a certain threshold and irresistibly passing through the foam earplugs. Jiang Shan jerked, and the muscular man with abs in his dream, who had unbuttoned the third button of his shirt, vanished like smoke.
She opened her eyes abruptly, only to see a thin layer of mist. She twisted her body, trying to get up, but everything went black.
She's gotten used to it since it always happens when she wakes up after sleeping in for a long time.
Jiang Shan skillfully removed the earplugs, and after a dozen seconds, he opened his eyes and heard his colleague mutter, "Why is the air conditioner set to 26 degrees? It's so hot." Then, with two "beep" sounds, it was set back to the usual 24 degrees.
She rubbed her throbbing temples a couple of times, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.
Although 24 degrees Celsius was a bit cold for her, she never complained and just quietly put on a jacket so as not to be treated differently during her probation period.
Even when I was sleeping alone at the company last night, I habitually didn't touch the air conditioner remote on Xu Qing's desk.
But she was the only one in the office yesterday.
Strange, could there be a "snail boy" in the company?
"Brother Li, this is the data you asked me to compile."
Despite his lack of sleep, Jiang Shan strained to open his eyes, but his eyelids still drooped as if he were in a calculus class in college.
She walked over to Li Jun's workstation, and another yawn came over her. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and smiled in a friendly way, saying, "I've sent the file to your email."
But something seemed off about Li Jun.
He had been looking dejected, as if his soul had left his body, but upon hearing Jiang Shan's voice, a flicker of fear crossed his face. He jumped up from his stool, nodded, and smiled, "Okay, okay, thank you so much! Let me treat you to milk tea. Just send me whichever brand you want! I'll handle these little things from now on!"
?
The situation is inexplicable.
Didn't Li Jun blatantly exploit her before? Why is he so subservient and respectful now, like a completely different person?
Such sudden friendliness might mean they're hiding something even worse.
Although this company is just an ordinary high-tech private enterprise, not a government department, there are no strict restrictions on accepting gifts.
However, given the unclear situation, it's best not to accept it hastily.
"We're all colleagues, helping each other out is nothing."
Jiang Shan smiled slightly.
Even if Li Jun remained arrogant and treated her like a donkey, she wouldn't do anything for him that wasn't her responsibility next time.
Making her do it once is an emergency, but doing it again would be bullying.
Compromise will only lead to being bullied even more.
Li Jun's sudden "change of heart" saved her the time of making threats and intimidation.
Jiang Shan maintained a polite smile and, without waiting for Li Jun to say anything more, turned back to her workstation. In the short distance of a dozen meters, she always felt that someone was watching her, but when she looked in the direction of the gaze, there was nothing there.
Suddenly my phone vibrated; there was a new message in the work group.
Zhao Yi is on sick leave today and didn't come.
The group chat was filled with messages wishing Sister Zhao a speedy recovery.
Jiangshan silently copied and pasted, changing the previous person's heart emoji to a rose.
She had just sent that message when Zhao Yi, who was "seriously ill and hospitalized," suddenly sent her a private message.
"Jiangshan, our company allows you to take leave during your probation period. You worked so hard last night, staying up so late at the company. If you want to take leave these next few days, just let us know. Don't worry, it won't affect your chances of becoming a permanent employee."
Why did Zhao Yi suddenly become so friendly?
Although Zhao Yi hadn't necessarily been targeting her before, it was impossible for her to send her such heartwarming messages privately.
The people in the department seem a bit off today. Is it just her imagination?
Jiang Shan was completely bewildered, repeatedly deleting and revising the two or three lines of text he was typing in the input box.
"Thank you, Sister Zhao. I'm fine. You don't need to take leave. You should get some rest."
"Hey Jiang Shan," a voice that sounded slightly teasing came through as soon as the message was sent. Jiang Shan looked up and saw Xu Qing, who was resting his hand on her desk with a half-smile. "It's my birthday today, and I'd like to invite everyone to a karaoke party after get off work. Would you do me the honor, busy Jiang?"
...Should we all get together? Is Xu Qing not content with just being on good terms with Zhao Yi, but also sending gifts to the other people in the department?
So you sent it secretly in private.
Why did they ask her, their competitor, to watch? Are they afraid that Jiang Shan won't take out her phone to record the scene and preserve evidence?
Would someone as shrewd as Xu Qing really destroy his own defenses?
Or was Xu Qing trying to intimidate her before her official promotion report in two days, hoping to make her so afraid that she would voluntarily leave the company?
After all, electing him is what "the people want".
Jiang Shan gently shook his head.
In any case, she won't gain anything by joining in this fun; it will only do her harm and no good, so there's no need for her to go.
"Sorry, I don't have time."
This was clearly a mess, and even when she was unusually energetic, she didn't want to play along with these people.
Not to mention that she spent the whole night lying on the company's nap chair yesterday, and her back aches and she just wants to go back to her rented room and sleep soundly. She has no desire to participate in this large-scale obedience test while she is physically and mentally exhausted.
"Jiang Shan, even though we're competitors, you don't have to disrespect me because of this, do you?" Xu Qing probably hadn't been rejected many times in her life. Hearing Jiang Shan refuse without even a reason, she blushed and her neck became red. "Everyone in our department, except for Sister Zhao who's on sick leave, is at the party. You're not coming..."
"I told you, I don't have time."
Jiang Shan spoke frankly and sincerely: "I'm sorry, Xu Qing, not everyone is like you, with so much energy to deal with things outside of work."
It's true that she didn't want to make things so awkward, but all her previous forbearance was out of friendship. Besides, tonight's event was just a birthday party for Xu Qing, an employee who was still on probation, and it wasn't worth her going to the trouble of accompanying her.
When it's time to have a temper, you still have to have one.
"You! You..." Xu Qing's face turned bright red.
"Stop calling me 'you'." Jiang Shan, holding his phone, gently waved it like a fan at Xu Qing's hand, which was propped up on his workstation. "Please move aside, I need to run some code."
Xu Qing's face flushed red and then turned pale.
He opened his mouth, unsure whether he was going to say something even harsher or continue with his moral blackmail.
Jiang Shan braced himself, ready to respond, when he saw Xu Qing shrink back, his eyes darting away, and he silently slipped back to his workstation like a rat crossing the street.
Oh? What's wrong with Xu Qing?
Jiang Shan subconsciously followed Xu Qing's gaze.
But... I didn't see anything, just an empty, clean wooden floor and a group of busy white-collar workers typing on their keyboards.
She was completely baffled.
How strange, could it be that Xu Qing has had a change of heart?
The commute passed smoothly. Just as Jiang Shan stepped into the subway car, a seat became available. She looked around and, not seeing any elderly, weak, sick, or disabled people, quickly moved on.
Today was a good day; I didn't have any conflicts with my colleagues, and I even managed to snag a seat on the crowded subway.
This tranquility lasted until Jiang Shan returned to her rented apartment, took a comfortable hot shower, and leisurely sat on the sofa with her legs up, eating takeout and scrolling through her phone, appreciating the various handsome men that Xiao Lv Shu had recommended to her homepage.
The sun softened, the next one.
That's too close to the line, next one.
After picking and choosing for a long time, none of them could be added to my favorites.
Forget it, I'll just browse through the following section and see if any of the bloggers have updated...
"Buzz!"
The phone shook, and Zhao Yi's message popped up, dominating the top of the screen: "Xiao Jiang, this is my feedback on your first draft of the report PPT: The content is detailed and the layout is elegant and beautiful. However, the data analysis on the seventh page could be more detailed. Otherwise, you did a great job."
Jiang Shan jumped up from the sofa in one gulp.
I gritted my teeth to recover from the dizziness and blurred vision caused by the overly strenuous movements, but I still couldn't figure out why.
Why is Zhao Yi being so gentle with her again?
Getting a compliment from her was harder than climbing to heaven.
Jiang Shan hesitated before sending a message: "Thank you for your guidance, Sister Zhao. I will work even harder." Zhao Yi replied instantly: "Get some rest. President Zhu is also looking forward to your performance. [Handshake][Fist bump]"
Huh? What "President Zhu"? What does that have to do with her?
Jiang Shan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't suppress his gossipy nature, so he quietly went to various software to search.
There are only a handful of people in their company who can be called "General Manager X".
It's quite surprising that she could get involved with those important figures.
Their company does indeed have a General Manager Zhu.
There is indeed a written introduction: Zhu Meng, CEO of Ansen Group Co., Ltd., with a whole bunch of messy details about his upbringing.
But there wasn't a single picture.
Seeing the man's birthday, Jiang Shan gave him a gentle nudge. He was in his thirties, a bit older than her, a recent college graduate.
But to be able to sit in the CEO's chair at this age, you still have some ability.
Jiang Shan slid his finger down and fixed his gaze on the chairman's name column. Coincidentally, she also had the surname Zhu, and the relationship column even stated that the chairman was Zhu Meng's mother.
Oh, it's a hereditary system. Then it's alright.
But what is her relationship with this person?
She wasn't interested in that kind of playboy.
She likes gentle, domestic girls with well-developed pectoral muscles who throw powder.
The little green book suddenly popped up: "meng: Dinner ∩_∩"
Jiang Shan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly tapped the button.
Even as the video was still loading, she couldn't help but smile.
She had only recently started following this person, but unexpectedly, he was to her liking.
Unlike other muscular men who dance on the fringes and wear aprons, this "meng" always wears only black, white, gray, and blue casual clothes in front of the camera.
The shooting technique is limited to eye level, and is very honest and straightforward.
The captions are always just a few words like "It's getting cooler," accompanied by an emoticon.
He neither showed his head nor spoke.
It's just a quiet clothes rack.
She wouldn't even reply to the comments section, but would just silently like every comment from the women who left such inappropriate remarks.
He resembled a kind and strong man who knew nothing of the dangers.
But... he can knit sweaters.
His broad, calloused hands threaded the needle, and as the progress bar moved, a thick, dark blue sweater appeared on the screen, its stitches tight, with a little cat embroidered on the chest.
Just looking at the landscape melts my heart.
Moreover, compared to the average guy who shows off his muscles and abs, he is also unusually more virtuous.
The homepage features a few cooking videos: sweet and sour pork ribs, braised chicken wings, steamed eggs—all common home-cooked dishes made with ordinary ingredients. But while Jiangshan ate a pizza delivery that cost almost 40 yuan and watched the muscular man in an apron busy in front of the range hood, the food on the screen still looked more delicious.
His update today was absolutely amazing.
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