Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 499 "Retrospection" - Elite Talents
With a deep kiss on his face, Chen Zhe and Ma Haijun watched Sweet Sister leave with reluctance. They didn't go back to the hotel, but bought tickets to fly directly to Guangzhou on the spot.

There are many things that urgently need to be dealt with in Guangzhou, and Chen is eager to get back.

However, the flight was not subject to his will. During the more than one hour of waiting, Chen was bored and called Zhu Xiuxiu, inviting her to be his full-time secretary.

"Why me?"

Zhu Xiuxiu was somewhat surprised, but she did not refuse.

"When I asked you for help last time, you demonstrated excellent communication skills and quick comprehension. I think this position is a good fit for you."

Chen laughed and said, "Besides, I forgot to pay you for all that running around, so I'll just include it in your salary."

Chen Zhe is referring to the "scumbag Xu Yue" incident, in which Zhu Xiuxiu made a lot of efforts but didn't even get paid for her hard work.

"really?"

Zhu Xiuxiu said with a hint of happiness, "I thought you rich people were just simple-minded and stingy."

"cough……"

Chen pretended not to hear her and asked her again when she could come to work in Guangzhou.

"I didn't go home for summer vacation."

Zhu Xiuxiu replied, "I'll stay in Guangzhou and work during the summer vacation."

"is it?"

Chen was somewhat surprised: "Which company?"

"A Fortune Global 500 company!"

Zhu Xiuxiu's tone carried a hint of pride.

Chen thought to himself that he was, after all, the Minister of External Relations of the Student Union of a 985 university, so he was capable and had even gotten a job at a large company during his summer internship.

“We could also keep an eye on some of the senior students in the student union at CUHK; it’s good to recommend talented people even if you’re related to them…”

Chen couldn't help but reflect.

After getting off the plane and meeting Zhu Xiuxiu, Chen calmly looked at her KFC uniform without commenting, and simply said, "Get ready, I'll take you to eat Cantonese omakase (pork feet and tamago)."

"Wow!"

Zhu Xiuxiu's eyes lit up: "It sounds so high-end! I've been studying in Guangzhou for so long, and because I don't have much money, I've passed by many restaurants three times without ever going in. I never thought I'd start enjoying life with President Chen..."

After a while.

Zhu Xiuxiu stared at the "Longjiang Pig Trotter Rice" sign above the store, her face contorted in a grimace: "This is... omakase (pork trotter tamago)?"

"Yes."

Chen nodded and urged, "Hurry up and eat a couple of bites, we have things to do this afternoon."

So, when Xiuxiu went back to her first day as the founder's full-time secretary, her first meal was a bowl of Longjiang braised pork trotters rice that cost 8 yuan on the street.

Furthermore, Chen Zhe made an unquestionable request:

You must be on my side in everything.

"Does he have to be on your side in everything?"

Zhu Xiuxiu thought for a moment, and suddenly an image of "Congcheng" saluting with one hand popped into her mind.

"You've been watching too many Korean dramas lately."

Zhu Xiuxiu shook her head and asked further, "President Chen, what specific aspect does 'anything' refer to?"

"You'll know then."

Chen didn't say much. He knew that if he tried to teach her too much at once, she wouldn't be able to handle it. He suggested she adapt to the work environment first.

……

After finishing their "romantic meal," Chen took Zhu Xiuxiu back to the Science and Technology Valley Park.

Although Mr. Chen was "stingy" when it came to food, the Mercedes-Benz was indeed very comfortable. Driving on the road, it was neither like a bus with its frequent stops and starts, nor like a taxi filled with the smell of smoke. He finally got to experience some of the perks of having a full-time secretary.

After arriving at the company, Chen handed her over to Zhang Guangfeng.

Although Zhang Guangfeng was the head of the training department of the learning website, he also served as the "office director". He originally thought that this was another relative of the boss who had been "picked up" from somewhere.

The company has been expanding rapidly lately, and these people with connections have been coming in one after another, but their work ability is almost zero.

There was a boy who had returned from studying in New Zealand. Zhang Guangfeng asked him to translate a user manual for an instrument (from English to Chinese). He spent an entire afternoon working on it and finally handed in a manuscript full of errors.

Zhang Guangfeng asked him curiously, "Why is the sentence not grammatically correct? Didn't you say you were leaving a mark?"

The boy, his face flushed, explained that he was indeed studying in New Zealand, but his major was Chinese Language and Literature.

This completely shocked Zhang Guangfeng.

I spent over a million yuan to learn Chinese abroad. Am I the one who's crazy, or is he?

Zhang Guangfeng reported the matter. He was furious. These parasites were actually getting such high salaries. Did they have no shame at all?

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhe only wrote one sentence: "Take good care of him. Even if he watches 'One Piece' at work every day, he is still an important 'means of production'."

Finally, Chen added meaningfully, "If Su Hui doesn't take him in, he might have to go work at a university or a bank."

While shattering his illusions about certain positions, Zhang Guangfeng finally accepted the reality.

Large companies need to have this kind of mindset. As Chen said, treat customers' wives, partners' relatives, and even leaders' mistresses as "means of production."

This Chinese literature student's maternal uncle is the president of a bank in Guangzhou.

It only costs 20,000 yuan a month to support him, but if we need to go back to the previous loan, we need to get an interest-free loan of 20 million yuan. My uncle will find a way to help clear the policy obstacles.

A political and business version of "Great Confucian scholars will debate the classics for me".

However, they cannot work with regular employees, so Chen specially established an organization that large companies all have – the Public Relations Affairs Department.

Zhang Guangfeng originally thought that Zhu Xiuxiu was also this kind of "parasite," and planned to set rules and "train" her first to prevent her from affecting the company's operations after she entered.

Zhang Guangfeng has been following Chen Zhe for almost a year, and he has learned a bit about the art of speaking and doing things. He can now perfectly gauge the balance between "giving a sweet date and then whipping the cudgel."

This way, you don't offend anyone, but you still keep the company's red lines clear.

However, after hearing that Zhu Xiuxiu was a "full-time secretary" and had been called to work at KFC halfway through her summer job, he was surprised.

His eyes cleared instantly. It seemed the "whip discipline" wouldn't be necessary; it would be better to offer sweet treats instead. Any position could be filled by someone with connections, but a "dedicated secretary" was absolutely out of the question.

"Xiao Zhu, let me explain the company's structure to you first..."

Zhang Guangfeng spoke in a kind tone, explaining in detail: "There are many people in the company now, but in terms of technology, Professor Zeng and Dr. Lü are the main force. In terms of ability, General Manager Song Qing is outstanding, and in terms of finance, we listen to General Manager Jiang Fu. As for me..."

Zhang Guangfeng said smugly, "Although my abilities are average and I don't know much about technology, I'm President Chen's most trusted subordinate, and you're President Chen's personal secretary, so we're family now. From now on, you'll have..."

"Snapped!"

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Chen came in, glanced at them, and said, "Still talking? Come out with me!"

Zhu Xiuxiu hadn't yet realized who she was being called.

Zhang Guangfeng said enviously, "Hurry up, Mr. Chen has to go out on business."

Zhu Xiuxiu then hurriedly followed him downstairs.

Zhang Guangfeng was left alone in the office, lamenting, "Why doesn't President Chen want to hire a man as his secretary? What Xiao Zhu can do, I can do too."

……

The S600 sped along, weaving through the inner ring like a nimble fish under the control of the Malaysian Navy.

Some drivers who were accidentally cut off were about to stick their heads out and yell at the other car, but when they saw the license plate "粤A77777" and the emblem, they silently rolled up their windows and then glared and cursed, "Fuck your mother, you big idiot!"

This license plate is not something an ordinary person can have.

Zhu Xiuxiu, sitting in the passenger seat, clearly sensed a different kind of tense atmosphere than before.

It seems something has happened.

"This is the phone of Sang Xianzhu from the advertising company."

Suddenly, Chen sent a phone call: "Have him bring his computer and sample files to where we're having our meeting."

"Well."

Zhu Xiuxiu's throat felt a little dry.

Making a phone call wasn't difficult; the school's external relations department often communicated with unfamiliar businesses, but it always felt like a small-scale operation, far less serious than it is now.

Furthermore, Mr. Chen did not specify the exact location.

At this point, the second secretary would ask, "Sir, where are we going to hold the meeting?"

But first-class secretaries will find their own way to confirm it.

Zhu Xiuxiu hesitated between "asking" and "finding a solution herself," but her innate talent for being a secretary ultimately led her to decide not to disturb her boss who was resting with his eyes closed.

She observed the road signs while noting down the address on her phone, and eventually the vehicle stopped in front of the sign for "Wanda Real Estate Branch".

Chen went upstairs without saying a word.

Zhu Xiuxiu deliberately lagged behind by two steps, then quietly asked Ma Haijun, "Brother, we'll be having a meeting here later, right?"

Ma Haijun knew that this was the big boss's secretary and that she would have a very high position in the future, but she just didn't realize it yet.

"I'll send the specific address to your phone in a bit."

Ma Haijun is very good at interpersonal relationships. He takes the initiative to befriend and help the "big shots" before they have grown up, and who knows when he will repay this favor.

"Thank you, brother."

Zhu Xiuxiu didn't have time to express her gratitude. She hurriedly caught up with Chen Zhe and arrived at a large, well-ventilated office on the fourth floor.

A burly, middle-aged man sat with his legs crossed behind his desk, silently puffing on his cigarette.

There were three or four young men standing around, some of whom had tattoos on their arms.

On the opposite sofa sat a petite woman with slightly dark skin, but with a very powerful presence.

Zhu Xiuxiu felt that she was probably around the same age as herself, or maybe a little older.

But her gloomy face startled a dark-skinned, burly man next to her, who also had tattoos all over his arms, so much so that he was almost in tears.

When the big boss pushed open the door and entered, Zhu Xiuxiu observed:
The man who was smoking pulled his leg back, tilted his head back, and greeted him. They must have known each other very well.

The burly, dark-skinned man with tattoos covering his arms ran over to greet him as if he'd been saved: "Mr. Chen, you've finally arrived..."

As for the seemingly frail girl, she seemed to receive a signal when she saw Chen enter.

She suddenly tossed a pile of documents into the air with a "whoosh" and reprimanded her without any politeness:

"What are you doing at Wan Da? Does such a big company have any credibility at all? My suggestion is to terminate the cooperation. Losing some money is fine, I, Song Qing, guarantee I can make it back!"

A4 sheets of paper fluttered down in front of me like snowflakes.

"So this is President Song."

Zhu Xiuxiu thought to herself.

Although I don't understand exactly what happened, the sheer force of those words is something that not everyone can say.

Zhu Xiuxiu was unsure whether she should tidy up, and after thinking about it, decided to wait and see.

On my very first day as a secretary, I was directly involved in a thrilling dispute.

In fact, Zhu Xiuxiu observed everyone's expressions, but she didn't notice her boss who had his back to her.

"Why do I dare to entrust Song Qing to the agency without any worries?"

At this moment, Chen smiled subtly: "It's about completely trusting her abilities. She can even get angry at just the right moment. Although we didn't discuss it beforehand, she just knew she should play the role of the 'good cop'."

"Next, it's my turn to go on stage and sing the 'bad cop' role."

Chen bent down and, under everyone's watchful eyes, picked up the scattered documents one by one.

Zhu Xiuxiu and the others rushed over to help.

After everything was packed up, Chen dusted himself off and said with a smile, "President Song, why are you so angry? We're all friends, can't we talk things out?"

"Xiao Zhu."

Chen said, "Buy some herbal jelly for everyone to cool down. It's hot outside and everyone's bound to get a little hot, hehehehe..."

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(I'll write another chapter tonight. I feel like I'm getting better and better at it. Is the Liu of yesteryear coming back?)
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