You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

After two days of getting used to it, Jiang Che has a clear framework for the daily operation of the president's office.

Which documents need to be archived, which meeting minutes need to be summarized, and what are the communication processes between departments?

He quickly mastered these most basic administrative tasks.

Lin Zhengyang had observed Jiang Che's behavior and, when speaking to Jiang Dahai on the phone in private, praised him, saying, "This kid can sit still."

For an eighteen-year-old, these words are already a very high compliment.

Jiang Che's task today is to sort out a batch of expired files.

These files were piled up in a corner of the president's office archives, covered with a thin layer of dust. Judging from the dates, most of them were old documents from two or three years ago.

Quarterly financial reports, internal address books, summaries of operational data from regional branches... all of these are outdated documents.

According to normal procedures, these files would be sent for destruction after the approval process is completed.

Jiang Che's task was to reorganize them by category and number before destroying them, ensuring nothing was missed.

Life isn't hard, but it's full of trivialities.

He moved a chair to the archives and sat down, flipping through the documents one by one.

When he turned to the third cardboard box, a document in a kraft paper envelope caught his attention.

The cover was printed with the words "Internal Audit Report" and the date was marked as two years ago.

He pulled it out and flipped through two pages; the content was about a routine audit of Jiang Sheng Group's Southwest Regional Branch.

It wasn't a big deal to begin with.

But when he turned to the seventh page, his gaze stopped.

There is a record of a fund transfer there, the amount of which is 30 million.

The destination of the payment was vaguely indicated, only stating "contract engineering services outsourcing payment," with the recipient being a company called "Ruichang Construction." The remarks section simply contained three words—

It has been cancelled.

Thirty million has been written off.

Jiang Che stared at the line of text for a while.

Although he hasn't formally started studying business yet, he has been exposed to it by his father for more than ten years, so he has some basic business common sense.

While 30 million yuan in outsourcing fees may not seem like an astronomical figure for a company the size of Jiang Sheng Group, it is certainly not a small sum that can be easily written off.

In particular, he had never seen the name "Ruichang Construction" in any of the group's public documents.

A company that never appeared on the list of partners received 30 million and was then marked as "reimbursed".

This whole thing just doesn't look right.

Jiang Che didn't make a sound. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he quietly took out his phone, pretending to reply to a message, but actually took the opportunity to take a picture of this page.

After taking the photos, he put the documents back into the kraft paper envelope and returned them to their original place in the cardboard box.

Then he turned to the next document, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

But my mind was already racing.

The Southwest Regional Branch, two years ago, had 30 million.

Where did this money go?

Is it a simple financial oversight, or is someone using the guise of engineering outsourcing to siphon off company assets?

If it's the latter, then who is behind it?

Jiang Che didn't have an answer yet, but he firmly memorized the four words "Ruichang Construction".

I'll have to check that later.

……

Noon, lunch break.

Jiang Che finished tidying up the documents in his hand and was about to go downstairs to the cafeteria when Shen Yi walked over with a smile from the workstation diagonally opposite him.

"Want to eat together?"

Jiang Che did not refuse; he nodded and stood up.

Maintaining basic social interaction with colleagues in the workplace is essential, especially when one needs to conceal their identity; appearing too aloof can easily arouse suspicion.

The two of them sat down in a corner of the cafeteria, carrying their trays.

After taking a couple of bites of food, Shen Yi spoke up as if in casual conversation: "Jiang Che, is your family from Beijing?"

"No, from the south."

"Where in the south?"

"It's a small place; you probably haven't heard of it."

Shen Yi smiled, didn't ask for the city's name, and changed his perspective.

"Are you still in school? What year are you in?"

"I just finished the college entrance exam this year and will be starting my freshman year in September."

"So young and already an intern in the CEO's office? Impressive."

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow, his gaze probing. "Usually, summer interns are thrown into various business departments to do odd jobs. Not many can go directly into the president's office."

Jiang Che naturally understood the meaning behind Shen Yi's words. Wasn't he implying that he was a person with connections?

He sneered inwardly. Shen Yi had been deliberately or unintentionally steer the conversation towards his family background every time he struck up a conversation with him over the past three days.

If you don't think about it carefully, you might think it's just normal casual conversation between colleagues.

But Jiang Che is a thoughtful person.

"No." He smiled, his tone relaxed and natural. "I just saw the job posting online and submitted my resume. I was quite surprised to get into the CEO's office. I guess I was lucky."

Shen Yi nodded, his face revealing neither belief nor disbelief, and picked up his cup to take a sip of water.

"That's really lucky. The president's office is the place with the highest information density in the entire group. Staying here for a few months is equivalent to working outside for two years."

"Learn more, and feel free to ask me if you have any questions."

"Okay, thanks."

……

It's 6:30 in the evening.

Jiang Che returned home carrying his briefcase. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of food.

He changed into slippers and walked to the kitchen door, where he saw Su Qinghe wearing an apron and standing in front of the stove cooking.

On the counter next to it were two dishes and a soup that had already been prepared: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Although the presentation wasn't particularly refined, the steaming hot food under the lights looked incredibly appetizing.

Su Qinghe turned around when she heard footsteps and saw Jiang Che standing at the door. Her eyes lit up.

"You're back! Go wash your hands, it'll be ready to eat soon!"

"Did you do this?"

"Otherwise what?" Su Qinghe pointed at the dishes on the stove with a spatula, a hint of pride in her expression. "Having your wife cook dinner for you and wait for you when you get home from work every day, isn't that incredibly wonderful?"

"Yes, yes, I'm so happy. Thank you for your hard work, my dear wife."

Jiang Che chuckled, walked over, wrapped his arms around Su Qinghe's slender waist from behind, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Su Qinghe playfully nudged him, "Alright, go wash your hands, dinner's almost ready."

"Yes, my dear wife!"

The two quickly sat down at the table.

While serving Jiang Che soup, Su Qinghe asked him about the company's situation that day.

Jiang Che picked out some things he could talk about and talked about them, such as the office environment, the daily routine of organizing files, and the food in the cafeteria.

He didn't mention a word about the audit report or Shen Yi's probing.

It's not that I don't trust Su Qinghe, but these things aren't the time for her to worry about them yet.

"And what about you? What did you do at home today?" Jiang Che asked in return.