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

Chapter 544 A New Look!

"Wow! Does anyone in our neighborhood actually afford such an expensive car?"

Huang Cancan thought to herself.

Kangliyuan isn't a great neighborhood, but it's not terrible either. It's mostly frequented by ordinary families who wouldn't normally buy such an expensive sports car.

But putting aside practicality, I have to say this car is really good-looking.

The classic frog-eye headlights and the sloping roofline create a textbook-perfect golden ratio. Under the sunlight, every part of the paint sparkles with a diamond-like brilliance, making it a beautiful sight whether in motion or at rest.

Huang Cancan appreciated it, but didn't think it had much to do with her, and planned to take the bus to work instead.

Everyone knows that banks have money, but who would feel that that money belongs to them?
However, at the very moment the car and the person passed each other, the door of the 911 suddenly opened, and a familiar face got out of the driver's seat.

"Ms. Huang."

Ma Haijun greeted him with a smile.

That's why there's a saying, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." Director Chen always has a harmless smile on his face, and now many of his close subordinates have also become this unhurried and composed.

"Brother Ma?"

Huang Cancan was taken aback for a moment: "You bought a new car!"

Ma Haijun waved his hand with a smile: "How could I afford it?"

"That is……"

Huang Cancan blinked, and suddenly a possibility occurred to her.

However, this "possibility" is too far beyond imagination, as if someone were saying, "See? That bank was opened just for you."

"Ms. Huang."

However, Ma Haijun really did hand over the car keys and said, "President Chen asked me to convey that you thanked me for listening to him last night, and that it would be even better if we didn't have to use the fascia gun all the time."

Huang Cancan understood that "Dad" was implying that she shouldn't do gigs or stand on stage, and that there was no need to tire her legs out so much.

Looking at the Porsche keys dangling in her line of sight, Huang Cancan felt as if she were in a dream. She asked blankly, "Where is President Chen?"

"Mr. Chen has a reception this morning."

Ma Haijun replied.

"Ok."

Sister Chest Tremors felt a little regretful that she couldn't personally express her gratitude to "Dad".

but!

I'm still super excited!
Huang Cancan took the keys, opened the car door, sat down, touched this and looked that, turned on the air conditioning switch, and pulled the handbrake, seemingly getting used to the day when her dream had come true.

Ma Haijun stood outside, neither making a sound nor disturbing her, to ensure Ms. Huang's safety in the surrounding environment while she familiarized herself with the new car.

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that big bosses always know how to exploit the "psychological weaknesses" of the recipients when giving them gifts.

If it were two female bosses, 911 might not be of much use. They don't seem to care about these things. They each have their own unique core values ​​and confidence, and they pursue shining brightly in a more magnificent chapter.

Ms. Huang may not be outstanding in her professional skills, but she may have her own unique charm or role in other aspects.

"Brother Ma, I'm going to drive it to work!"

Huang Cancan poked her head out; her makeup was a bit smudged, so it seemed she had secretly cried in the car.

"Ms. Huang, shall I sit in the passenger seat and accompany you for a few laps?"

Ma Haijun stood outside and politely asked, "May I get off the bus once you're more familiar with it?"

This was also for personal safety reasons. Although Huang Cancan was excited and wanted her "good sisters" at the TV station to see her, she obediently followed the correct advice.

After leaving Kangliyuan, we slowly drove along Xiaobei Road, which was somewhat congested. The surrounding vehicles deliberately kept a distance from the brand-new 911, for fear of bumping into or scratching it.

Occasionally, when someone overtakes another car, the drivers will glance over, wanting to see who owns this sports car.

The woman with trembling breasts felt extremely satisfied, but she also had a question: "Did you buy this car this morning? The dealership wasn't open yet, was it?"

Ma Haijun was demonstrating the functions of the buttons on the car. Upon hearing the question, he patiently explained, "Mr. Chen sent me a message around 1 a.m. last night. After seeing it, I contacted a friend who sells cars and then made my choice overnight."

"You're still awake past 1 a.m."

Huang Cancan was a little surprised because she had just finished a drinking session with her "father" at that time.

"I went to bed at ten o'clock... This is the windshield wiper... This is the right turn signal... This is the navigation..."

While responding, Ma Haijun was also doing his job.

Huang Cancan secretly clicked her tongue in amazement. She went to bed at ten o'clock, but still received a message from her boss in the middle of the night and got up to take care of the matter.

"Brother Ma is really amazing."

Huang Cancan said sincerely.

“I used to think I was pretty good, but after working with Mr. Chen, I’ve seen too many impressive people.”

Ma Haijun said sincerely and simply, "So right now I just want to drive steadily, help President Chen handle some small matters, and make the retrospective process better and better."

After Ma Haijun finished speaking, he felt that Huang Cancan was probably familiar with the car, so he said, "Just drop me off on the side of the road. Your driver's license will be delivered to you around noon."

"What?" Huang Cancan seized on a key point: "This car was purchased in my name?"

She originally thought that 911 was registered under the name of Retrospective Technology, and that her father wanted her to drive it to show off.

"Correct."

Ma Haijun nodded, unbuckled his seatbelt, and gently closed the door.

After realizing what was happening, Huang Cancan suddenly shouted loudly at Ma Haijun, "Please tell President Chen that although I can't repay it now, what I do in the future will definitely be worth more than it costs!"

Ma Haijun didn't know what "great value for money" meant.

This car costs over a million. Although the host's salary, benefits, and year-end bonus are quite good, it will probably take a long time to pay it back.

He reported this to his boss.

Director Chen laughed heartily on the phone. I knew what she meant; perhaps one day in the future, she really could do it.

……

Next, Huang Cancan drove back to the TV station herself.

Although the new car had a strong leather smell, when I smelled it in my nostrils, it felt like a heavy, happy scent, making even the sunlight overhead seem beautiful.

When we arrived at the TV station, the gate was already closed because we had spent more than an hour practicing driving earlier.

Huang Cancan was about to get out of the car and let the security guard pass.

But then I suddenly remembered that when I was first thrown into the video room to do odd jobs, I was preparing to go home after working overtime one time.

This annoying security guard, in order to cooperate with Hu Jiahao in creating the impression of "living in poverty" and to curry favor with Hu Jiahao's uncle, who was the head of the personnel department, deliberately left himself standing at the door for more than ten minutes.

I don't know how many times I made the phone call before he finally came to open the door, and he was very rude, saying that if he was this late again next time, I should figure out how to handle it myself!
The woman with trembling chest was extremely upset at the time, and she held back her tears until she reached the bus stop before letting them fall.

Those gatekeepers, having received little education and possessing little worldly experience, had no idea of ​​the complexities of the relationships at the top.

He can only see the small patch of land in front of him and indulges his snobbish nature of "praising the powerful and belittling the weak".

In reality, in places like television stations, or other enterprises and administrative units, if someone is sidelined, you don't have to befriend them, but there's no need to kick them while they're down.

Who knows when their luck will turn around?

Just like now, "Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Three sharp blasts of the horn rang out, startling the gatekeeper who was standing guard in the pavilion.

He walked out of the gate muttering curses, but when he looked up and saw the "Porsche" horse logo on the car emblem, he wisely shut his mouth.

The price of this car is more than I could earn in my entire life.

Moreover, it was a brand new car, without even a metal license plate, only a temporary one.

The security guard picked up the "Visitor Registration Form" and prepared to pretend to register someone.

But as soon as I reached the car window, I was greeted by a familiar, beautiful face and a full bust.

"Master Liao, open the door! What are you standing there for?"

Huang Cancan said with a smile.

"why you?"

The gatekeeper asked hesitantly, a question utterly devoid of emotional intelligence.

"Why can't it be me?"

The woman with trembling breasts was unhappy and beeped the horn again, urging, "Open the door quickly, I have a meeting today!"

"Okay, okay..."

The security guard then realized what was happening and, as the sliding gate creaked open, he cautiously inquired, "Is this car yours too?"

"Otherwise, it's yours, isn't it?"

"Chest Trembling Sister" retorted irritably, as if the grievances she had been bullied that night were finally being vented at this moment.

Since it was during working hours, there weren't many people in the TV station compound. Just as Huang Cancan was humming a song and turning towards the parking lot, she suddenly saw a figure standing by the roadside.

Deputy Director Bian Jun.

She must have just parked her car and come out. I don't know if she saw the conflict at the entrance, but she watched the 911 pass by with a calm, profound, and scrutinizing smile on her face.

Sister Chest Trembling suddenly felt a little flustered; she knew that Director Bian didn't like her.

After Director Liang Haoquan left, Bian Jun insisted that Li Meiqi replace him on his original program.

After a moment of panic, Huang Cancan thought again, "I haven't done anything wrong recently, so why would they continue to target me?"
After silently encouraging herself for a few moments, Sister Chest Trembling got out of the car, locked the door, and then circled the 911 several times before reluctantly leaving the parking lot.

It turned out that Deputy Director Bian Jun hadn't gone upstairs at all.

She stood in the courtyard, talking to the gatekeeper while looking towards the parking lot exit.

"Director Bian...you weren't waiting for me all this time, were you?!"

Suddenly, Sister Chest Trembling realized!
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