Si Mochen walked over, opened the door, and motioned the other party to come in.
Yan Sen put the information down, looked at the house carefully, and looked at his CEO with some sympathy.
Even if he doesn't want to live with his family, with the president's wealth, isn't it easy for him to buy a house in Jincheng?
As a result, the president had to put himself in a difficult position and rent a house with his newlywed wife.
The key point is that the president’s wife is a remarried woman.
The president secretly got married without telling his family. If the people in the manor knew about this, they would all be so angry that they would have a heart attack.
"Don't tell anyone about me living here!"
Si Mochen sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs elegantly, picked up the document and looked through it carefully.
He is the president of the largest chaebol in Jincheng and the head of the Si family.
He is worth billions and his businesses are spread all over the world.
This time I returned to China, in addition to being forced by my family to go on a blind date, the main purpose was to develop the domestic clothing industry.
How could Yan Sen say no? He nodded and said, "Don't worry, President. I will keep it a secret."
Si Mochen stopped talking and read the whole thing at a glance. After putting the document down, he stood up and walked into the guest room.
When he came out, he was wearing a black suit, and the obsidian diamond watch on his hand was flashing a cold and sharp light. His hair was all combed back, and his warmth towards Xia Zhichu had faded, and his whole body was filled with the same cold aura as before.
This is what Si Mochen really looks like.
Noble, cold, and domineering!
"From now on, you are not allowed to set foot in here without my permission. Also, replace my car with the lowest-end model."
He gave instructions as he walked, and did not forget to lock the door when he left.
Yan Sen was a little embarrassed.
The Audi A8 that the president drove last night was already the lowest-end model among all his models. If he wanted a lower-end model, where could he find one?
It seems that the president has crossed the line for his new wife.
Downstairs, there was a black Rolls-Royce parked.
Yan Sen helped him open the car door, then he sat in the driver's seat and began to report on the situation at the head office.
Si Mochen leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes, and listened quietly.
Finally, he asked, "What's going on at the manor?"
He stood up his blind date last night, and if he was right, she had already complained to her mother.
Given my mother's personality, she will definitely not let this go unless I give her an explanation.
"Miss Zhao waited for you in the restaurant until closing time. She finally angrily complained to Madam. Madam didn't know your phone number in China, so she called me right away. But President, don't worry. I told Madam that your flight was delayed and you didn't return home last night."
Si Mochen was quite satisfied with this answer.
The car drove slowly towards the Si chaebol, and at this moment Xia Zhichu had just gotten off the bus.
The job market opens at 2:30 p.m., which was perfect, so she didn't miss a minute.
Xia Zhichu held his resume, took a deep breath, and then entered the job fair.
She studied fashion design in college, but was rejected by all middle and upper-level companies because her resume had no work experience.
I heard that Jincheng’s largest company, Dianfeng Group, is also at the job fair today.
Dianfeng Group is a subsidiary of Si Group. This time Si Mochen came back mainly to develop the company's clothing industry.
But Xia Zhichu had no idea who was the person behind the company.
Determined to give it a try, she came to the recruitment desk and handed in her resume.
When the other party was browsing her resume, he had an appreciative expression at first, but when he saw the last column about social experience, he shook his head with regret.
"I'm sorry, Miss Xia, but our company's clothing designer position requires 3-5 years of work experience. Your situation is not suitable."
After saying this, the other party returned the resume to her.
Xia Zhichu had expected to be rejected, but she was not willing to accept the reason. She stopped the other party and said urgently, "I am willing to start from the grassroots level, as long as you give me a chance."
Xia Zhichu knew that his own conditions were already behind. Even if he had a perfect resume, the three-year gap would be a major flaw in the workplace.
The other party looked at her and still declined with a smile, "Sorry, this is a requirement set by our boss. I can't make an exception."
Xia Zhichu then applied for jobs at several companies, but was rejected in every case.
She wrote five copies of her resume, but no company accepted any of them.
Xia Zhichu felt deeply frustrated. Her former excellence was gone forever, and now she was out of touch with society.
She left the job market and looked at the prosperous city, feeling lonely and helpless.
Suddenly, a figure flashed past her eyes, and when Xia Zhichu reacted, her bag had been stolen.
"My bag..." She wanted to chase after him, but the thief had already disappeared into the crowd.
Xia Zhichu stood there stupidly, her heart was so heavy that she couldn't even see the direction of the future.
The bag contained her ID and the bank card Si Mochen gave her. As for her cell phone, she kept it in her hand, which was a blessing in disguise.
Xia Zhichu quickly called Si Mochen and reminded him to report the loss of his bank card.
Si Mochen was in a meeting with his cell phone connected to his computer. When he swiped to answer the call, Xia Zhichu's voice spread to every corner of the conference room.
"Si Mochen, my bag was stolen. The bank card you gave me was inside. Call the bank and report it lost!"
The financial director who was reporting on his work immediately stopped talking, and everyone's eyes fell on Si Mochen.
Someone actually dared to call the president by his first name.
The person who called is not an ordinary person!
Yan Sen tactfully handed the phone to Si Mochen. The man took it and said, "Don't worry, I'll get someone to help me deal with it right away."
Xia Zhichu was very anxious. There was a full 100,000 yuan in the card, which was a considerable amount of money for her.
If she really can’t get it back, how long will it take her to save enough to pay it back?
"Okay, tell me what happens as soon as possible." After she said that, she paused. She wanted to ask the man to come and pick her up, but she was worried that it would be bad for him at work. In the end, she gave up the idea and hung up the phone.
Si Mochen ordered Yan Sen to handle the matter and then prepared to continue the meeting.
He just suddenly remembered something, immediately stood up from his seat, grabbed his suit jacket and left the meeting room.
Xia Zhichu sat on a stone bench outside the Human Resources Building, watching the applicants coming and going. Some had excited smiles on their faces, while others left as dejectedly as she did.
This is how society is, only the fittest survive, and what matters is not only academic qualifications but also strength.
She lost at the starting line, and will have to work harder than ordinary people in the future.
After sitting for a while, Xia Zhichu felt a little hungry and wanted to buy some bread and water, but then he realized that his bag had been stolen.
There were only a few cents left in her cell phone balance, and her only bus card was in her bag. She was really penniless now, and even how to get home was a problem.
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