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

Chapter 553 DIY Osmanthus

Chen's words left the people in the car, including the driver Ma Haijun, speechless.

That's truly Chen-style humor, full of clichés and old sayings.

This "limited-time brand discount website" primarily sources its goods through customs inspection and clearance.

Let alone other high-ranking leaders, any division-level leader from the customs branch could be summoned and, if the company doesn't have enough reputation, directly determine its fate.

Unless Shen Ya and Hong Xiaobo are idiots, they will most likely agree to this cooperation, even if they suffer some losses, they will have to pretend to smile and endure it.

This is a classic example of striking a snake at its vital point.

Of course, Chen was just joking. He is good at cultivating relationships, but he doesn't like to use relationships to pressure people.

Throughout the journey, we still have "many friends and few enemies."

The secretary had assumed they would be having lunch at a restaurant, but the S600 turned off the Guangzhou Bridge and ended up at the entrance of a residential complex.

Adjacent to the Pearl River, and not far away is the Canton Tower, which is under construction.

"Pearl River Imperial View?"

The secretary glanced at the name of the residential complex and asked, "Are there any places to eat around here?"

"At Weiwei's house."

The assistant explained from Ni.

"what?"

The secretary's eyes widened: "Going to President Song's house for dinner?"

"correct."

The assistant nodded: "Her nanny is a great cook, and you don't need to keep calling her 'President Song' in private. Just call her Weiwei. We're all family here."

"One of our own?"

The secretary silently repeated it without saying a word.

While taking the elevator upstairs, the secretary learned something new: there was an older woman sitting in the elevator car, and her job was to help the residents press the floor buttons.

"That's outrageous! They can't even let the rich move a finger."

The secretary quietly asked her assistant, "How much does one square meter cost in this neighborhood?"

"Hmm...it should be around fifty or sixty thousand."

The assistant thought for a moment and then said...

"If it's 50,000 or 60,000, then a 90-square-meter apartment would cost more than 5 million."

The secretary suddenly felt that this was acceptable.

She kept following Chen around, discussing projects worth hundreds of millions of yuan at a time, to the point that she felt that although a house worth more than 500 million yuan was a bit expensive, it wasn't a pipe dream.

The woman pressing the elevator button seemed to know Song Shiwei, as she greeted her with a smile: "Weiwei, are these two your friends?"

"Ah."

Song Shi lowered her eyes slightly, staring at the ground somewhat awkwardly.

"No way."

The secretary thought to herself, "President Song, who didn't seem afraid even when he was facing four opponents during the negotiation, is actually socially awkward when chatting about everyday things."
But the aunt was oblivious and continued talking to herself, "I saw your dad this morning, and I told him, 'I really envy you for having such a beautiful and obedient daughter...'"

"Ding!"

The elevator reached the 16th floor and slowly opened its doors.

Auntie licked her lips, seemingly still wanting more, feeling that the elevator had gone up a bit too fast this time.

After Song Shiwei got out of the elevator, she took a moment to adjust her breathing before walking over to ring the doorbell.

"She really is socially anxious."

The secretary went from doubting to being certain, which is quite a contrast. This angel investor, who is decisive in the business world, is actually a socially awkward person in private.

Just like Xianmei, such a lively girl with artistic talent, her greatest wish is actually to stay at home and be a good wife and mother.

"That's too good for someone!"

The secretary was internally complaining when the security door opened. Just a casual glance was enough for her to sense that the room was much larger than 90 square meters.

Putting aside the style of the decoration, there are even two nannies. In a 90-square-meter apartment, it would be difficult for two nannies to even turn around.

If it's a large, single-level apartment area with a total price exceeding ten million, then the existence of that elevator-pressing lady seems to make sense.

There are pairs of slippers on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, but what's "strange" is that they are arranged very neatly, with the bottom of each one on the same horizontal line.

"Are these wearable?"

Even the secretary was a little uncertain. This house was too luxurious, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation, like "Grandma's first visit to the Grand View Garden."

"Um...Mr. Song."

She couldn't help but call out Song Shiwei's name, but she still couldn't bring herself to say "Weiwei".

Which slippers should I wear?

The secretary asked.

"Anything is fine~"

Song Shiwei turned around, seemingly not quite understanding what the secretary meant, since there were clearly so many pairs of slippers to wear.

"Is yellow okay too?"

"Hmm~"

"The yellow ones seem a bit big, how about these red ones?" "That works too~"

"What about the white one?"

"Anything is fine~"

"Impressed!"

The secretary felt that Song Shiwei only showed extra expressions on her face when negotiating or talking on the phone with her former boss.

He usually has a nonchalant demeanor, saying "this is fine" and "that is no problem," and while he doesn't talk much, he's also socially anxious.

"never mind!"

The secretary casually wore a pair of green slippers and was equally impressed by the expansive riverside view from the living room as soon as she entered.

Before I could even take a few glances, a middle-aged woman in a long dress came out of the bedroom. My secretary had just met her yesterday; this was Professor Lu from Huazhong Agricultural University, who loves pineapple buns.

"Professor Lu."

The secretary quickly greeted them.

"Hello."

Lu Man also recognized this "Secretary of Retrospection," and they even joked about it a couple of times when they were having dinner at Bing Sheng yesterday.

"I don't have time to eat lunch at home. A student who returned to school early was hit by a car, so I have to go and check on him to feel at ease."

Professor Lu spoke as he picked up his bag and walked toward the door.

Noticing the "sparkling" diamond ring on her daughter's hand, she pouted and said, "We have real ones at home, why wear a fake one and flaunt it?"

Song Shiwei did not respond or pay attention, seemingly having become accustomed to her mother's tone.

"Although Professor Lu is a very responsible teacher, she puts a lot of pressure on people."

The secretary was also making her own assessment, little did she know that this was already the "evolved" Professor Lu.

A year ago, you could feel an invisible shackle hanging over you as soon as you walked in the door. If any female classmate came to visit, Professor Lu would interrogate her for a long time.

Even now, ordinary people would find it unbearable.

because……

"Why aren't your slippers neatly arranged again? Doesn't it look uncomfortable to see such a mess?"

From the entrance hall came Professor Lu's voice, which was eight octaves higher.

The secretary glanced sideways and saw Professor Lu squatting down, meticulously tidying up the shoe cabinet she had just messed up.

The secretary stuck out her tongue, feeling embarrassed to stay in the living room and continue admiring the scenery, and followed Song Shiwei back to the bedroom.

She originally thought that since President Song's family was so wealthy and their living room was so luxurious, she, as the only daughter, must have an incredibly extravagant bedroom.

Unexpectedly, upon opening the door, I didn't find the Barbie pink or gold style I had imagined.

The blue and white color scheme is as fresh and natural as ocean waves under a clear sky. However, the mahogany table and chairs must have been quite expensive. The built-in wardrobe is simple and convenient, while the well-arranged bookcases take center stage.

The dazzling array of books, many with sticky notes from the readers, reminded the secretary of Yu Xuan's bedroom in the capital, which was also filled with many sketchbooks of copied drawings.

"So their outstanding achievements are actually the result of their hard work behind the scenes."

The secretary sighed.

She noticed a photo of a mother and daughter on the table, and leaned closer to look at it for a moment: "President Song, was this taken when you were ten years old?"

"Ah."

Song Shiwei took off her suit jacket, rolled up her sleeves, sat down in front of the computer, and opened the game interface of "Mole's World".

"You were so cute when you were ten years old."

"Well……"

"What is this?"

“One year during the Spring Festival, my dad brought back a small pendant from a business trip.”

"what about this?"

"Small handicrafts".

"Crafts?"

The secretary curiously held a transparent plastic box in her palm.

It's actually just a cluster of osmanthus flowers made into a specimen. To be honest, such an ordinary thing doesn't deserve such an exquisite base.

Furthermore, President Song placed it together with a photo of himself and his mother and daughter, as well as a pendant given to him by his father. What is the deeper meaning behind this?
"Dong Dong Dong~"

Just then, the nanny came and knocked on the door to remind her, "Weiwei, dinner is ready."

While Song Shiwei went out to wash her hands, her assistant Cong Ni explained with a smile, "Don't look at these flowers, they're from your boss."

"A gift from my boss?"

The secretary thought for a moment: "Could it be that after a bunch of flowers withered, President Song picked a bit and made it into a specimen himself?"

"seems not."

The assistant recalled: "Mr. Chen himself said that he was in such a hurry when he came out that night that he just picked up a handful from the ground."

"Found it? Damn!"

The secretary felt ashamed for her boss.

It's not a 5-yuan bracelet, it's just a flower picked up from the ground. Could you please send me something more expensive?
That way, we can at least maintain some prestige in the secretarial circle.

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