Peninsula 2017: Is the system living in the past?

Chapter 125 Wasn't it your initiative? (Please subscribe)

"Ding-dong..."

The refrigerator door is opened.

The glass bottles on the door rattled and collided, making a soft sound.

Amidst the neatly arranged bottled water and various vitamins and supplements, there was a glass lunchbox that rarely appeared in her refrigerator.

Through the thick glass, you can see the bright red color of the tofu soup inside.

You can vaguely see the white and tender tofu.

Ham Eun-jung tilted her head and looked at the transparent glass lunchbox in front of her.

At that moment, a question popped into my head: When did Jiang Xingchen arrive?

According to what he said at noon, he should have driven straight home after returning from South YZ City.

But this soft tofu soup...

It was clearly his doing.

After finishing your work, you came here again?

If it's the latter option...

Thinking about this, the fatigue of the whole day seemed to dissipate a lot.

Thinking back to the group chat the night before last, Park Jiyeon and Park Hyomin praised Jiang Xingchen's cooking skills.

She pursed her lips.

He reached out and took out the lunchbox.

Then she took out a delicate white porcelain bowl from the cabinet, scooped out some water, and put it in the microwave to heat it.

"bite..."

soon.

The notification sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet of the night.

Wearing gloves, I carefully carried it out and sat down in front of the counter.

Under the light, the color of the tofu soup looked even more appealing.

Get closer.

The rich, sour, and spicy aroma is incredibly tempting.

She couldn't wait to pick up the spoon, scoop up a spoonful, blow on it twice, and then put it in her mouth.

The combination of sour and spicy flavors immediately stimulated the taste buds.

His eyes brightened a bit as well.

"Hmm..."

"Massoo..."

She was captivated by just one bite.

after...

No need to say more.

I've been busy for so long since dinner.

It's just a small bowl of tofu soup; even if it's a little hot, it won't last long.

In no time, only an empty bowl remained.

She glanced at the refrigerator with a hint of lingering interest.

Finally, because it was too late to eat too much and I decided to save it for breakfast the next morning, I suppressed my urge to finish the remaining half of the tofu soup.

After quickly washing the dishes, she returned to her room.

Sitting at the dressing table, she didn't rush to remove her makeup, but instead picked up her phone and sent a message to Jiang Xingchen.

Tell him that the tofu soup is delicious.

drop...

The phone vibrated shortly after the message was sent.

After arriving in Seoul, Jiang Xingchen seemed to have adapted her rest arrangements to local conditions.

At this hour of midnight, there's still a while before bedtime.

Starry Sky: It's fine as long as it suits your taste, but if you don't drink it tomorrow morning, remember not to drink it tonight.

Looking at the text message, which was almost identical to the comment, Ham Eun-jung's lips curled up slightly.

There was no rebuttal, only a simple "Yes".

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity to send a text message, I asked a few questions about the interview that afternoon.

Upon learning that the contract had already been signed, I couldn't help but complain about his efficiency.

However, despite the complaints, there is still concern.

We mustn't make such a quick decision about who the assistant will be; otherwise, it might cause other problems later.

However, she did not receive a response immediately after sending the message.

Just as I was wondering if it was a difficult question to answer.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

The sudden ringing of the bell startled her.

Jiang Xingchen called directly.

After a fraction of a second of hesitation, her muscles instinctively connected the call for her.

"Did I disturb your washing up and resting?"

Jiang Xingchen's voice came through the receiver, sounding a little hoarse, probably because she had been alone for a long time and hadn't spoken.

"Ani, you just ate, how can you rest so soon?"

"That's good."

"Why are you calling all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, it's just that typing is too troublesome."

"So, something interesting happened during the interview this afternoon?"

"More or less."

After confirming that Ham Eun-jung's rest had not been disturbed, Jiang Xingchen briefly explained the afternoon's interview.

There's not much to say about Zhu Shina, whose interview was scheduled for 2 PM.

They didn't even get inside EPOCH...

The key point is to reach a consensus at lightning speed and establish cooperation.

He had actually arrived nearby quite early in the afternoon.

Because I am quite familiar with the area around Wangyuan Cave and Wangyuan Road, I know roughly what kind of place the address is.

Just to be on the safe side, we came ahead of schedule.

So they witnessed Zhu Shina standing at the door talking to Jiang Xingchen, and then leaving.

It wasn't until he walked into EPOCH himself that he understood why the previous interviewee had walked away.

To be honest, before reaching a consensus with Jiang Xingchen...

Sung Won-sik's thoughts were not much different from Joo Se-na's.

My plan was to just chat casually for a bit, and then find another excuse to avoid EPOCH's advances after I left.

but!

However, the situation changed after the exchange began.

Jiang Xingchen didn't go into the specifics of how it had changed over the phone, but instead gave the result directly: "In short, if everything is exactly as he described, then I've struck gold."

"Then let's see how it goes during the trial period!"

"That's right."

"Good luck!"

"Don't worry about that, I've always been lucky, otherwise I wouldn't have met you all!"

"But didn't you take the initiative to approach Jiyeon?"

"Isn't being a talent scout about being proactive?" Jiang Xingchen laughed twice, then continued to argue, "Round it up, it's still a chance encounter."

"Tch...smooth talker."

Ham Eun-jung lightly spat, then glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late. I need to wash up and rest. You should rest early too!"

"Hmm, goodnight."

"Good night..."

"Looks like I might need to step up my efforts a bit more!"

The following morning, Kwon Hae-sung, the interior designer for EPOCH's new site in Seongsu-dong, came to the door with the newly completed design drafts, which he had worked overtime to finish.

Upon entering the old building on Wangyuan Road and the office, which was so shabby that it had no decoration whatsoever, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Jiang Xingchen, who was walking in front of him, happened to hear it.

He immediately turned around, laughing loudly.

"Designer Kwon, it's a deal!"

"No problem, no problem."

Quan Haicheng did not refuse outright.

After all, this business was introduced by their own minister.

The relationship is there.

As he spoke, he turned on his computer, preparing to show Jiang Xingchen the renderings.

It was at this moment that Sung Won-sik, who knew he had guests that day and had gone to buy coffee in advance after confirming the time, also returned.

"President-nim, Designer-nim, Iced Americano."

He placed the coffee in front of the two of them.

Then he stood aside.

However, Jiang Xingchen quickly asked him to sit on the other side so that he could see the plan more easily.

Now that I've officially started my job, there will naturally be work assignments.

Jiang Xingchen and Quan Haicheng's conversation today mainly focused on their ideas and styles regarding interior design.

Once everything was confirmed to be correct, the remaining work was mainly handed over to Cheng Yuanzhi.

In his more than ten years of work experience, although his previous companies did not grow into large companies, they were built from scratch, and much of his experience was not limited to roles such as Road Manager.

So it can be considered a match for my major to some extent.

After he sat down, Quan Haicheng moved the mouse and began to introduce the complete design plan.

The renderings are very well done.

According to the diagram, Jiang Xingchen was basically certain that all his ideas had been realized in the drawings by Quan Haicheng.

However, a picture is one thing, and the actual object is another.

Just like photos and photo editing scams.

"Overall, it's okay. The current solution doesn't have any particularly complex colors, so it's easier to implement."

"Hmm." Jiang Xingchen nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to Cheng Yuanzhi, "Brother Yuanzhi, is there anything you want to say?"

"Um... there are a few things I'd like to confirm with Designer Kwon."

Upon suddenly hearing Jiang Xingchen's change in addressing him, Cheng Yuanzhi's mood didn't fluctuate much; he understood that this was a sign of respect for his age.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he did indeed have something to say.

Upon seeing this, Quan Haicheng immediately listened attentively.

"The preliminary plan has been finalized. I don't know when we can provide the bill of quantities, the corresponding list of main and auxiliary materials and the price list, as well as the construction schedule."

"Assistant Cheng, were you in the same industry before?"