Chapter 500 Mr. An, it's a pleasure to serve you.
While tidying up the contracts, the young woman said, "When Xiao Meng showed me your photo, I felt like I recognized you. Now that I've seen you in person, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
She looked at Yan Su and asked, "Have we met before?"
Yan Su thought to himself that she must have seen him when he came to deliver the medicine last time. He coughed lightly and denied it three times in a row: "No, it's probably because I look like a celebrity. People used to say I look like Daniel Wu."
The HR lady looked at her with a complicated expression: "...Fine, that's something about you that fits the company's vibe."
"oh?"
"The person is confident enough."
Yan Su gave a formulaic smile: "It's alright, it's alright."
"Alright, let's go. I'll show you the locations of each department," the HR lady said.
Yan Su readily agreed and got up to go out with her.
“My name is Alice, I’m a few years older than you, you can just call me Sister Alice,” she said, pointing to him as she spoke. “This is the artist management department. You’ll usually see agents here, the artists rarely come to the company, so you don’t often run into them.”
"The front is the brand operations department, which is responsible for publicity and operations. Diagonally opposite is the production department, which is responsible for the post-production of products and the initial planning."
"Across from here is the finance department; your salary is usually paid from here..."
Alice led him around, introducing the various offices as she went, and finally said, "That's the president's office over there. Our CEO, Ms. An, usually works there. Don't go in and disturb her unless you need to; she prefers a quiet environment when she's working."
Yan Su glanced at the office, which was now empty.
"An'an... um, hasn't President An come to work yet?"
"When Mr. An arrives is none of our business. Just do your job well," Alice said to him. "As Mr. An's driver, you'll be provided with a dedicated work phone. Keep it on 24/7 to ensure Mr. An can contact you at any time, understand?"
Yan Su gave an "OK" sign, much to his delight.
"Alright, now I'll take you to the underground parking lot to see Mr. An's car."
Yan Su followed Alice to the underground parking garage. As they walked, Alice said to him, "Being a driver sounds simple, but it's not that easy. I'll give you some simple tips."
"Sister Ai, please speak."
Alice glanced at him: "First of all, make sure you're dressed appropriately. Don't wear clothes like this anymore. Are all those designer brands you're wearing high-quality fakes?"
Yan Su nodded: "Yes, yes, how could I afford the genuine product?"
Alice looked at her with a knowing look: "Whether it's genuine or a high-quality replica, it's not appropriate for you to dress like this. A high-quality replica would embarrass President An, and a genuine one would be too flashy. People who know you are President An's driver, but those who don't might think you are President An's girlfriend."
Yan Su coughed lightly and said, "Okay, I'll change it next time."
"Hmm," Alice was fairly satisfied with his attitude: "Also, President An often has social engagements in the evenings. If you happen to find her bringing people home, you should know what you should and shouldn't ask, what you should and shouldn't look at."
Yan Su's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked, "Bringing someone home? Who? A young heartthrob? Does President An often bring young heartthrobs home?"
Alice frowned and gave him a sharp look: "These are questions you shouldn't be asking."
Yan Su: "...Alright then."
“The third point, and the most important one,” Alice looked at him, “is to remember to avoid mentioning words like ‘teacher,’ ‘moon,’ and ‘mask’ in front of President An as much as possible, or better yet, not at all.”
"These are the experiences and lessons learned by previous drivers. If you don't want to get driven, you'd better listen to me."
Yan Su, the person tagged, awkwardly scratched his head: "...Okay, I understand."
He truly hadn't expected that An Jing would dislike him to this extent.
Can't we even listen to words related to him anymore?!
Upon arriving at the garage, the HR representative pointed out the quiet car to him: "That's Mr. An's private car, and this one is Mr. An's official car. From now on, you will be the one to drive Mr. An when he goes out for business. If there's anything you need to do, you must inform Mr. An in advance. You cannot be absent without a valid reason. Here are the car keys. Go up and familiarize yourself with them."
Yan Su took the keys and sat in the driver's seat, familiarizing himself with the controls.
Perhaps it was this set of practiced movements that put Alice at ease, because she nodded and said, "Your stance is alright."
She checked her phone again and said, "Perfect timing. President An just messaged me saying she has to go out on business this morning and will be at the company soon. You can drive your car downstairs and wait for her."
I thought I wouldn't get any peace and quiet today, but I didn't expect her to need the car so soon.
Yan Su felt a little nervous, but mostly happy to see people.
He nodded and replied, "Okay, I understand. Thanks, Sister Ai."
You're welcome. Remember to drive carefully and make sure the boss is safe.
Alice wanted to give a few more words of advice, but Yan Su had already stepped on the gas and driven straight out of the garage.
Downstairs at the Light and Shadow Company.
Yan Su sat in the car, his fingers unconsciously tapping the steering wheel.
Those who know him well will know that this is an unconscious action he takes when he is nervous.
A moment later, a bright and beautiful figure dressed in Chanel style and carrying a horseshoe bag walked over from a distance.
She walked with a brisk pace, and without giving the company car a second thought, she simply opened the back door and got in.
A faint fragrance wafted from the back of the car. Yan Su recognized it as An Jing's usual perfume.
"Are you the new driver?" Anjing asked quietly.
Having not heard her voice for a long time, Yan Su's heart skipped a beat. He suppressed his pounding heart and hummed in response, "Ms. An, where are we going?"
As soon as he finished speaking, although he didn't turn around, he felt the air freeze for a moment.
Sure enough, An Jing stared at the back of his head and said in a deep voice, "Turn your head around."
Yan Su lowered his voice nervously and said, "President An, I slept in the same spot last night and my neck is sore..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right ear.
Yan Su gasped, instinctively leaning to the right and crying out in pain, following An An's gentle touch, "An An, it hurts..."
"You still dare to get in my car if you're in pain?" Anjing gritted her teeth and said, "You surnamed Yan, are you like a plaster, clinging to me like this?"
Yan Su felt a little guilty and pleaded in a low voice, "Let go first, then we can talk properly."
Anjing let go of his hand, leaned back in the back seat, and crossed her arms: "I have nothing to say to you, get out of the car!"
Yan Su's ears were burning, but he endured the pain and turned to look at her: "An'an, I can't leave. I just signed a labor contract with you. If you fire me, I'll have to pay you compensation!"
Anjing gave a cold laugh: "Do you think I'm short of money?"
Yan Su: "..."
He was momentarily speechless, but he didn't get discouraged. He changed tactics and played the victim, saying, "You don't need me, but I do, An'an. The Imperial Academy expelled me. Now I'm a jobless ghost, homeless, and a nobody with nowhere to run."
Anjing raised an eyebrow: "You mean the Imperial Academy expelled you?"
Yan Su nodded vigorously.
"Good job! It saves us from misleading students. Your college leaders are practically doing a service to the people!"
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