Dating should happen after get off work.

If we divide the company into two parts based on the reception area, the left side upon entering is the workstations for HR, administration, and leaders, while the right side, across the corridor, is the free office area.

Due to the nature of the business, employees often need to visit clients, so HR's attendance management is actually quite lax.

As long as the work is completed within the specified time, there is basically no such thing as being late or absent without leave.

Moreover, the company is mostly young people, and the superior-subordinate relationship is relatively casual—these are the reasons why Jiang Sheng chose to work (slack off) at this company.

When Jiang Sheng arrived at conference room 2206, he saw Zhao Wenxuan waiting for him with his arms crossed and a faint smile on his face.

The two looked at each other.

"Hello," he waved in greeting.

"Mmm," Zhao Wenxuan snorted softly, looking quite pleased with himself.

"goodbye."

Jiang Sheng said one more thing, then turned and left.

A series of hurried footsteps came from behind, along with Zhao Wenxuan's cursing.

"Goodbye my foot!"

The girl pulled Jiang Sheng back, and then in a series of smooth movements, she locked the door and half-closed the curtains.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, shining precisely on the table, the floor, and Zhao Wenxuan's cheeks, making her already flushed face even more beautiful.

She practically pinned Jiang Sheng against the door, her body very close. Her perfume was quite light, so even a strong sniff at close range wouldn't be overpowering.

Jiang Sheng looked at Zhao Wenxuan with a smile.

"Can I interpret your current actions as a declaration of sovereignty?"

"How dare you be so arrogant, you slacker who skips work and slacks off!"

"So you just want to learn how to skip work from me? Talk to me properly, it's not like I won't teach you."

"Who needs you to teach me? No, who needs to learn?!" Zhao Wenxuan was furious. She glared at Jiang Sheng. "Aren't you afraid I'll complain to your boss about you?!"

"He taught me to skip work."

"?"

Taking advantage of her momentary daze, Jiang Sheng pulled away from Zhao Wenxuan.

He first stretched his wrist, which had been held down, and then turned his gaze to the large screen in the conference room.

Zhao Wenxuan's laptop was connected to the projector, and a PowerPoint presentation titled "Pre-sales Presentation of Yongxin Group Project" was playing on the screen. The name "Zhao Wenxuan" was written in Song typeface, size 5, in the "Person in Charge" column.

As for "Project Manager," it was written in larger font size ("Jiang Sheng") and in bold.

In other words, the project is currently in the pre-sale stage—the products haven't been sold yet, and Zhao Wenxuan is already anxiously waiting.

Jiang Sheng walked over to the chair where Zhao Wenxuan had been sitting, crossed his legs, and scrolled through the PowerPoint presentation.

While doing this, he kept talking, teasing Winston Chao.

"You're such a half-baked, incompetent supervisor, yet you're quite diligent."

"You're the one who's a mediocre amateur!"

Zhao Wenxuan's insults were incredibly vulgar.

She dragged a chair over and sat down next to Jiang Sheng.

Even though the large screen was a projection, the two of them squeezed in front of the laptop to look at the small screen.

"Move over a little," she said.

Jiang Sheng retorted, "Are you looking at the PowerPoint presentation or am I looking at it?"

She opened her mouth but couldn't speak, her face turning red. The more she thought about it, the more pathetic she felt, so she simply moved the laptop a little closer to herself.

She merely glanced at Jiang Sheng and said, "Ask me if you don't understand," before sitting there sulking.

This guy seems to be behaving himself today.

Jiang Sheng found it novel.

Just yesterday, she was cursing so fiercely and talking so much, completely unlike her usual perfect image.

It seems they really value this first project after joining the company.

With the thought that "since I'm already here," Jiang Sheng mustered his energy and glanced at the project details.

Yung Shin Group is a long-established real estate company in China. Precisely because it is old, it is relatively conservative in terms of information technology deployment.

The project was initiated by the newly appointed Minister of Commerce and Industry, Zhang Li.

He's a young man in his early thirties, so naturally he's more receptive to information management, which led to this opportunity for collaboration.

Overall, there's nothing particularly noteworthy, except for the name Yongxin Group—Jiang Sheng sounds very familiar.

He then flipped back to the slides that introduced the client's background.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Zhao Wenxuan asked.

This temporarily interrupted Jiang Sheng's thoughts. He turned to look at Zhao Wenxuan, who was filled with anticipation, and after thinking for a moment, asked:

What's your zodiac sign?

"Aquarius...that's not what I wanted you to ask!"

"Zhao Wenxuan, it's not that I doubt your abilities... but where is your authority as a leader? If I were a leader, I would let my employees know what literary inquisition is and what the supremacy of power is."

"That's a small-farmer mentality," Zhao Wenxuan rolled his eyes at him. "Truly outstanding people influence their employees through their own charisma, not through power."

As she said this, she unconsciously puffed out her chest, seemingly proud of her own awareness.

"Does 'charm' refer to your 'pre-made' PUA (manipulation) techniques?"

"Jiang Sheng! I really will kill you!"

Actually, it's quite fun to tease Zhao Wenxuan every day at work, Jiang Sheng thought to himself.

Then he turned his attention to the PowerPoint presentation.

Yongxin Group is a long-established real estate company, and its chairman is Zhang Jianye—this guy seems to be Zhang Li's father.

Um......

and many more.

Zhang Jianye?

Jiang Sheng stared at the photo, squinting at it for a long time.

He suddenly clapped his hands, startling Zhao Wenxuan who was next to him.

Holy crap! Isn't that my Uncle Zhang?!

Although he wasn't very familiar with this Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang would come to his house to pay New Year's respects every year, and had a very good relationship with Jiang Sheng's parents.

Isn't Uncle Zhang's father Grandpa Zhang? My own grandfather's old comrade-in-arms!

So, this tension...

Isn't that damn culprit?! The one who made his grandfather pressure him to get married!

Unsure, let me take another look...

It's him! I'm sure!

"Winston Chao".

"what?"

"I'm taking this project." Jiang Sheng took a deep breath. "You're not allowed to give it to anyone else."

"Ah... okay."

"What's your KPI? 300 million?"

"How did you know!"

Zhao Wenxuan looked surprised.

Please, the whole company knows!

"Don't worry." Jiang Sheng's eyes were practically spitting fire. "This is the only deal. If you don't meet your target, I'll change my name."

"Sound... ginger?" Zhao Wenxuan muttered softly, then frowned.

She hates ginger.

I took another look at Jiang Sheng... and I also disliked him.

Jiang Sheng is in an unusually good mood right now.

The pressure to get married stems more from inner anxiety than from tangible pressure.

—A sense of powerlessness as if the future is locked away.

Xia Xiaoman's brilliant move today, which led to the team-building activity with his "partners," was an unconventional tactic that slightly alleviated his anxiety.

But simply relieving the symptoms is not enough; we must proactively target the root cause of the problem.

The root of the problem lies in this tension.

Even weddings can be rigged.

Why not just focus on developing your own career?

Jiang Sheng planned to contact him under the guise of the project, and then have Zhao Wenxuan act as a cover and disguise his identity.

Let's see if we can get some information about Zhang Li's "unhappiness" after marriage. That would be much more effective than showing Grandpa short videos from marketing accounts.

Then present these "misfortunes" to Grandpa and say to him, "Would you rather see your grandson suffer the same misfortunes than save face?"

Jiang Sheng simply doesn't believe that people won't become unhappy after marriage!

"Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic?" Zhao Wenxuan asked.

As she spoke, she spread her legs apart, placed her hands on the chair, and leaned forward slightly—a gesture that exuded girlish charm—and looked at Jiang Sheng with curiosity.

Is that strange?

"That's really weird."

"Isn't it obvious enough why a man who was originally extremely resistant to doing projects suddenly becomes enthusiastic about them?"

"ah......"

Zhao Wenxuan seemed a little confused. She said, "Because we don't have enough money?"

"Because of you," Jiang Sheng said, smiling at her. "It's all for you, Zhao Wenxuan."

Winston Chao:

......

The setting sun pierced through the clouds, turning the entire city crimson.

Sunlight streamed into the office through the gaps in the blinds, bathing everyone in an orange-yellow halo, like a chicken leg coated in egg and breadcrumbs.

Jiang Sheng greeted everyone he met with a smile, then clocked out of get off work with his small shoulder bag slung over his shoulder.

While waiting for the elevator, I contacted Xia Xiaoman. She had an interview in the afternoon and would probably be at "After get off work" a little later in the evening.

"You're not allowed to tell anyone your weekend plans! You have to wait for me to tell you!"

These are Xia Xiaoman's original words.

I can even imagine her saying this with a big smile, skipping and jumping around.

Jiang Sheng then contacted Li Youhe, and the two agreed to have dinner first and then go out to play "after get off work".

"bite--"

The elevator reached the 22nd floor. After Jiang Sheng got on, just as the doors were about to close, a hurried shout came from outside.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhao Wenxuan, carrying a small brown leather bag, jogged over as her high heels clicked on the ground.

During rush hour, almost every elevator was packed.

Jiang Sheng squeezed his way up, and now his position is basically that of a goalkeeper.

Zhao Wenxuan stood outside the elevator door, being stared at by more than twenty pairs of eyes (probably?) inside the elevator, and a look of disappointment inevitably appeared on his face.

Clearly, they really wanted to take the "first elevator home after get off work."

However, it's not like he should just put on a nonchalant smile and say he'll wait for the next one just because he forced everyone else to ride in the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Zhao Wenxuan sighed.

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened again.

She was stunned.

Jiang Sheng's hand was still on the door open button when he smiled at Zhao Wenxuan.

"I can still squeeze in, do you want some?"