I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Su Qing looked at the strange woman in front of her, whose hair was messy, makeup was half smudged, and who had goose feathers stuck to her clothes, and asked her politely.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

Jiang Xiaoyan raised her chin even higher.

She let out a cold snort and scanned Su Qing from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze.

She cleared her throat and spoke with a confident air.

"I'm looking for Jiang Chen. I'm his sister."

After saying that, she didn't wait for Su Qing's response, pushed Su Qing aside, and limped into the yard.

"Hey, what's wrong with you...?"

Su Qing was somewhat displeased by her rude behavior, but she didn't argue with her.

yard.

Jiang Chen was sitting at the stone table, holding a thick stack of reports in his hand.

Those are the material purchase list and equipment commissioning report that the factory just compiled.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Chen didn't even look up.

"You're back? How did your talk with Engineer Wang go?"

He thought it was Su Qing.

As a result, a pungent, cheap perfume smell, accompanied by an affected, pretentious voice, drifted over.

"Brother Chen, it's been a long time!"

Jiang Chen frowned and looked up.

A woman dressed like a circus clown was standing in front of him.

He paused for half a second before pulling that face out of the corner of his memory.

She is a distant relative of my second uncle Jiang Jianmin's family, Jiang Xiaoyan.

A cousin who is already beyond the fifth degree of kinship, but still insists on trying to establish a connection.

Before Jiang Chen could speak, Jiang Xiaoyan had already unceremoniously plopped down opposite him in the main seat, a seat usually reserved for his grandfather, Jiang Wanshan.

She slammed the enormous fake Hermes bag onto the stone table with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the stack of reports covered in dust, and his eyes turned cold.

Jiang Xiaoyan was completely unaware; she skillfully crossed her legs and began her performance.

"Brother Chen, I heard that the factory in our village is doing really well lately."

She deliberately used "Factory" instead of "factory" to make herself sound more sophisticated.

"I think your makeshift team is definitely short-staffed in terms of management."

Jiang Xiaoyan paused, then put on an expression that said, "I'm doing you a favor."

"Well then, for the sake of our family ties, I can reluctantly lend you a hand."

"As for the position... give me a CEO assistant or HRD (Human Resources Director), I'm not picky."

Jiang Chen was so angry at her words that he laughed.

He put down the report in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Jiang Xiaoyan with a half-smile.

What are your skills?

These three simple words are full of scrutiny.

Jiang Xiaoyan seemed to have been waiting for this question.

She tossed her tangled hair, her face radiating confidence.

"I know a lot of things!"

"I'm skilled in resource integration and team building, and most importantly, I have an international perspective!"

She puffed out her chest and boasted.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I used to work for a large, global company!"

The "global corporation" she mentioned was actually that chain of hair salons.

Her so-called "international perspective" was nothing more than washing the hair of a black tourist.

But none of this diminishes her confidence at this moment.

Jiang Chen listened to these words without saying a word, but simply picked up the teacup on the table and gently blew on it.

At this moment, Su Qing also walked in.

She happened to hear Jiang Xiaoyan's last boast, and couldn't help but let a playful smile curl up at the corner of her lips.

Su Qing walked to Jiang Chen's side and naturally refilled his tea. Then she looked at Jiang Xiaoyan and asked softly in a pure, fluent London accent without a trace of accent.

"Oh, that's quite impressive. May I ask, which specific industry sector were you involved in? And what was your primary role within the organization's global strategy?"

(Oh, that's impressive. May I ask, what industry do you specifically work in? And what role do you play in the company's globalization strategy?)

This long string of smooth English words was like a precise scalpel, instantly piercing through Jiang Xiaoyan's thin, cicada-wing-like disguise.

Jiang Xiaoyan was completely stunned.

Her limited vocabulary, barely enough to post on social media to show off, was far from sufficient to support her understanding of a single word in that sentence.

All she heard was a series of chattering sounds.

But she could sense a calm and elegance in the other person's tone that she couldn't comprehend.

How come this country girl can speak English?

And you're saying it so nicely?

Jiang Xiaoyan's mind went completely blank.

But her socialite pride wouldn't allow her to admit defeat!

She had to pretend she understood!

After a few seconds of stunned silence, she forced a stiff smile and nodded vigorously.

"Uh... yes, yes. Very good."

(Ah...yes, yes. Very good.)

This answer is completely irrelevant.

With a "pfft," Su Qing couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

Jiang Chen also put down his teacup; he knew the game should end.

He didn't want to waste any more time with this kind of person.

Jiang Chen took out a thick instruction manual, entirely in a foreign language, from a cardboard box that had just been opened next to him.

"Alright, stop saying yes."

Jiang Chen tossed the instruction manual onto the table in front of Jiang Xiaoyan like it was trash.

"Since you have such an international perspective, then translate this for me."

Jiang Chen pointed to the cover of the instruction manual, which had several large German characters printed on it.

"This is a fully automatic sorting and packaging machine that we just imported from Germany. We haven't had time to have the instruction manual translated yet."

"I need it urgently. If you translate it, the HRD position will be yours."

Jiang Xiaoyan looked at the instruction manual as if it were a book written in a foreign language.

She recognized every single letter on it, but when they were put together, she couldn't understand a single word!

This...this isn't English at all!

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead.

"This...this..."

Jiang Xiaoyan stammered, her voice trembling.

"This is a less commonly taught language, I... I majored in English..."

The smile on Jiang Chen's face vanished completely.

Instead, there was a chilling cynicism.

"He can't even understand a machine manual, yet he wants to be a senior executive?"

Jiang Chen stood up, looking down at her. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.

"Jiang Xiaoyan, I don't keep idle people here."

"I don't support them either; they're just pretentious bastards who only know how to talk nice things."

"If you're really capable, I'll even pay you the salary of a group vice president."

"But if you're incompetent and just want to coast along, then you've come to the wrong place."

Jiang Chen's words were like a resounding slap across Jiang Xiaoyan's face.

Her face instantly turned a deep liver color, burning with pain.

humiliation!

This is a blatant insult!

She wanted to slam her hand on the table, grab her fake bag, and walk away without looking back.

But when she thought about the 20,000 yuan bonus Jiang Taohua had posted on her WeChat Moments, and the villa-like house in the village with the luxury cars parked in front of it...

She was unwilling to give up!

She gritted her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Once you're gone, there's nothing left.

Do you want to wash people's hair in a barbershop for the rest of your life?

She is not reconciled!

Jiang Xiaoyan took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words almost through her teeth.

"Then... what can I do?"