Hard work after winning the lottery

The next two days were a hellish ordeal.

In the first round, the HR director personally interviewed her. The questions were standard, and she passed without any major setbacks thanks to her solid foundation and clear logic.

The second round is where the real danger lurks.

There was only one interviewer, dressed in a well-tailored suit.

He was Ying Zhiyao, Zhou Yanjin's most capable chief secretary.

It should be noted that Yao's questions were not without merit; every word was sharp and to the point.

What are your career plans?

What do you think is the most important quality for a secretarial assistant?

"How would you handle a conflict between the CEO's personal schedule and urgent business?"

Hua Yun's palms were sweating, but she forced herself to calm down and clearly explained the answers she had prepared countless times.

At the end of the interview, Ying Zhiyao leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp as he stared at her: "One last question, why do you want to work in the CEO's office?"

This is a trap.

To say it's for the sake of one's future seems mercenary; to say it's for the sake of learning seems hypocritical.

Hua Yun was silent for a few seconds, then raised her head to meet Ying Zhiyao's gaze, her eyes clear and firm.

"Because I want to stand closest to the heart of the group, using my professional skills to provide the most precise support for its every powerful beat. What I admire is the ultimate professionalism and absolute efficiency that this position represents."

She cleverly transformed her admiration for that person into admiration for the position.

A barely perceptible hint of approval finally crossed Yao's face.

On Friday afternoon, just when Hua Yun thought she had no chance, an unfamiliar number called.

"Hello, is this Ms. Hua Yun? This is the Human Resources Department."

"Yes, that's me." Her voice was trembling.

"Congratulations on passing the final interview. You have been officially transferred to the position of Secretary Assistant in the President's Office. Please report to the President's Office on the 66th floor at 9:00 AM next Monday."

The moment the call ended, Hua Yun covered her mouth tightly to prevent a wild scream of joy from bursting from her throat.

Tears, however, rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

She rushed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face repeatedly. The girl in the mirror had flushed cheeks and strikingly bright eyes.

She did it.

She really was closer to him now.

That evening, she invited her best friend Meng Meng out to a lively street food stall, where they ordered a table full of crayfish and ice-cold beer.

Meng Meng raised her glass, a mischievous grin on her face: "Not bad, Hua Yun. What's this called? It's called 'encircling the cities from the countryside.' Is the next step to capture the enemy's supreme command post?"

Hua Yun's face instantly turned bright red, and she playfully shoved her, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm just going to work!"

Although she said that, she was secretly overjoyed.

The first thing Hua Yun did over the weekend was to take all her savings and rush into the most upscale shopping mall in the city center.

She stood in front of the luxury brand counters that she usually only dared to admire from afar, her heart bleeding as she looked at the price tags that often reached four or five figures.

But when she thought of the sophisticated and capable elites on the 66th floor, and Zhou Yanjin's impeccable taste in clothing, she gritted her teeth and swiped her credit card for the most daring purchase of her life.

She bought herself several well-fitting business suits, with sharp tailoring and high-quality materials. Although expensive, they were like armor for her as she stepped onto a new battlefield.

On Sunday evening, she wore her newly bought beige suit skirt and stood in front of the small dressing mirror, practicing over and over again.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm Hua Yun, your new secretary assistant."

No, I'm too nervous, my voice is shaking.

She took a deep breath.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou. My name is Hua Yun. I look forward to working with you in the future."

That seems a bit too casual.

She repeatedly adjusted her tone, the curve of her smile, and the angle of her bow until the early hours of the morning, when she finally fell into a deep sleep with a mix of trepidation and immense anticipation.

on Monday.

As the elevator doors slowly opened on the 66th floor, Hua Yun felt as if she had stepped into another world.

It's so quiet here you can hear your own heartbeat, and the air is filled with a faint woody scent, a stark contrast to the noise of the offices downstairs.

A woman in a black suit with a serious expression walked over: "Hua Yun?"

"Yes."

"I'm Li Wei, and I'll be your mentor from now on." Her tone was devoid of any emotion. "Come with me."

Hua Yun was led to a workstation.

The location was so good that she almost felt dizzy.

Just outside the president's office, one can see the heavy mahogany door that symbolizes supreme power.

Li Wei placed a thick employee handbook on her desk and coldly instructed, "Memorize every single rule in this book, word for word. Especially the confidentiality clause."

"On this floor, don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, and absolutely don't ask a single question. Understand?"

"Understood." Hua Yun immediately straightened her back.

After Li Wei left, Hua Yun sat at her brand-new workstation, her fingertips lightly brushing across the smooth desktop. Looking out the window at the scenery that seemed to stretch out as far as the eye could see, she felt a sense of unreality.

A year ago, she was overjoyed to be able to join the Zhou Group.

A year later, she found herself sitting right next to him, separated only by a wall.

What will the future hold?

Is she capable of doing this job?

Will she be able to see him often?

Countless hopes and anxieties intertwined in her heart.

Her gaze, involuntarily, drifted once again to the tightly closed mahogany door.

Today, it seems he hasn't come to the company yet.

That tightly closed mahogany door is like a switch to open a world.

Outside the door lies Huayun's present.

Inside the door lay a future that seemed impossibly distant to her.

Time passed by, and at 9:30 a.m., a steady and rhythmic footstep sounded in the air.

It wasn't the crisp sound of high heels, but the powerful sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.

Click, click, click.

Each tap seemed to precisely strike the heartbeat of Hua Yun.

She instinctively held her breath, straightened her back even more, and stared intently at the computer screen, not daring to look away even slightly.

A tall figure swept past her out of the corner of her eye, carrying with him a refreshing and pleasant scent of cedar and an invisible, imposing aura.

The already extremely quiet atmosphere in the office seemed to be instantly sucked into a vacuum.

Until the mahogany door was pushed open and then closed silently.

Hua Yun finally dared to slowly exhale the breath that had been trapped in her chest.

he came.

Zhou Yanjin.

Just a fleeting glimpse of her back was enough to shatter her heart.

In the following days, Huayun spun wildly like a wound-up top.

The work in the president's office was far more demanding and tedious than she had imagined.

The first task Li Wei gave her was to organize all the project archives from the past three quarters.

Hundreds of documents need to be categorized in three ways: by time, project level, and departments involved, before being entered into the electronic system and indexed.

Every decimal point and every signature must be correct.

"President Zhou's memory is measured in frames," Li Wei warned her expressionlessly. "He can pull out any page from any document at any time. If you can't find it, or if you look for the wrong page, you'll be responsible for the consequences."

Hua Yun dared not be negligent in the slightest.

During the day, she organized and filed documents, and when she got home at night, she would hold that thick, brick-like employee handbook and memorize it word by word.

She was like a thirsty sponge, frantically absorbing all the rules about the 66th floor.

She first saw Zhou Yanjin at work up close on a Wednesday afternoon.

The door to his office wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack.

He was holding a transoceanic video conference, speaking fluent English with no accent throughout, talking to several blond, blue-eyed executives on the other side of the screen.

He wore a crisp, wrinkle-free white shirt, the cuffs casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing his well-defined wrists and an expensive Patek Philippe watch.

He didn't laugh, nor did he show any other expression.

He has deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a sharp, chiseled jawline.

He speaks very quickly, with clear logic, and every instruction is precise and decisive, carrying an unquestionable authority.

At that moment, Zhou Yanjin was like a king who commanded thousands of troops—calm, powerful, and... ruthless.

Hua Yun only dared to steal a couple of glances before immediately looking away, her heart pounding wildly.

So this is what his work looks like.

It is a million times more vivid than photos in financial magazines, a million times more distant than silhouettes at annual meetings.