Hard work after winning the lottery

Today marks the 365th day since Hua Yun joined the Zhou Group.

It's been a whole year.

She still clearly remembers how she was so excited when she received the offer that she hid in her rented room, laughing and crying at the same time.

For no other reason than that.

Simply because the president of this company is named Zhou Yanjin.

The man who spoke as a distinguished alumnus at her university graduation ceremony, the man who captivated her for four years at first sight.

Just like the past 300-plus mornings, she arrived at the company half an hour early today.

A slender figure stood by the giant floor-to-ceiling window in the lobby, pretending to look at the bustling traffic outside.

Yu Guang, however, kept the revolving door, which symbolized power, locked tightly.

A tiny voice inside me cried out: "Can I see him just once today? Just once."

Unfortunately, as the check-in time approached, that familiar yet distant figure never appeared.

He probably took the VIP elevator straight to the top floor again.

Hua Yun smiled self-deprecatingly, burying this slight disappointment and the secret she kept hidden deep in her heart.

During lunch break, colleagues gathered in twos and threes to chat about gossip and lunch.

Hua Yun quickly finished eating the food in her lunchbox and opened the company's internal OA forum.

The pinned post is always about the president's latest news.

"[Breaking News] President Zhou Yanjin attended the European Business Summit, single-handedly debating with ten experts and securing a multi-billion dollar international project for the group!"

In the accompanying news photo, he is wearing a well-tailored bespoke suit, with deep eyes and an imposing presence.

I heard my colleague's exclamation.

"My God, our CEO Zhou is amazing! His business acumen is textbook perfect!"

"That's right, he's just too cold. The last time I ran into him in the elevator, I felt like the air was frozen, and I didn't dare to say a word."

"That's what a domineering CEO is like! Aren't all capable men like that?"

Hua Yun remained silent, but quietly pricked up her ears, greedily and firmly engraving every adjective about him into her mind.

She returned to her workstation, her finger unconsciously tracing the mouse cursor, and the screen instantly lit up.

The desktop background doesn't feature a landscape or a celebrity, but rather a low-resolution, even somewhat blurry, profile photo.

That was at last year's annual meeting. She managed to take a picture with her phone at maximum zoom, even though there was a huge crowd of people.

The man in the photo is holding a wine glass, his jawline is sharp, and the light and shadow outline his deep features, making him look like a god.

This is her only treasure.

"Hua Yun, come to my office for a moment." The voice of her department head, Sister Li, interrupted her thoughts.

Hua Yun immediately stood up and walked over respectfully.

Sister Li handed her a document, her face showing rare praise: "Your project report this time is excellent, with clear logic and detailed data. The president's office has even given you special praise."

Hua Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she almost lost her breath.

"The CEO's office?"

The two words were uttered softly from her lips, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Sister Li smiled meaningfully: "Work hard. There might be some personnel changes in the company soon. You're a promising talent, so don't let me down."

As Hua Yun stepped out of the supervisor's office, she felt lightheaded, as if she were walking on clouds.

Job transfer?

President's Office?

A crazy idea took root in her mind—could she get a little closer to him?

Even just moving from the current 18th floor to the 66th floor where the president's office is located feels like crossing the entire Milky Way to her.

This sudden hope made her restless all afternoon.

The bell rang to signal the end of the workday, but Hua Yun lingered, reluctant to leave.

She stood by the window, her gaze piercing through the traffic below, and precisely spotted the familiar black Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The car door opened.

Zhou Yanjin walked out surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black. He stood tall and his aura was so powerful that people dared not look him in the eye.

He stood there, so far away from her, yet so close.

So far away that he would never notice a pair of eyes watching him from behind a window on the eighteenth floor.

She was so close that if she jumped off the building right now, she would land right in front of him.

Hua Yun could only watch silently from afar, like a humble believer, until the car merged into the traffic and disappeared.

Returning to that rented room of less than 20 square meters, she was instantly enveloped by the cheap, everyday atmosphere of the city.

The huge change made her feel a little breathless.

She took a locked diary from the bedside table, turned to a new page, and the pen scratched across the paper.

Today marks the 395th day of looking up to you.

After finishing writing, she closed her diary and went to the small balcony.

Outside the window, the city lights twinkled, a dazzling spectacle that felt like an unreal dream.

Hua Yun clasped her hands together, faced the Zhou Group building that still stood out from the crowd in the night, closed her eyes, and made a sincere wish.

"God, if there really is a God..."

"Please let me get just a little closer to him."

"Just a little bit, that's enough."

***

The wish made that night was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool. Hua Yun thought it would only create a ripple that no one would notice, and then fade into silence.

She never expected that the gods would actually hear her.

Moreover, the response was so swift.

A few days later, an internal transfer announcement email from the human resources department popped up without warning.

The title boldly proclaims: [Internal Competitive Recruitment Notice for the Position of Secretary Assistant in the President's Office]

Hua Yun's heart skipped a beat.

She almost held her breath as she opened the email, her fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

The next second, Sister Li's internal phone rang, her voice crisp and clear: "Come to my office."

Hua Yun walked into the office, her heart still pounding in her chest.

Sister Li looked up at her, her gaze filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible encouragement: "You saw the announcement?"

"I see it, Sister Li."

"I recommended you to Ying Zhiyao, the chief secretary of the president's office."

One sentence, like a thunderclap, exploded in Hua Yun's mind.

Her eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Sister Li seemed quite satisfied with her reaction and continued, "You are meticulous in your work, have a calm and composed personality, and most importantly, you have a clean background and simple social connections. These are the things that the top leadership values ​​most."

"Prepare well, don't embarrass me."

As Hua Yun left Sister Li's office, she felt as if she were walking on cotton, each step feeling unsteady and unreal.