Chapter 1709: Chapter 1710: Little Sister, Where Do You Go to School?
The next morning, you put on your suit, tied your tie, and headed out with your briefcase when you deliberately glanced at Room 503 across the way.
The door to Room 503 was still broken, but the debris of bricks and cement on the ground had been cleared.
You didn’t see Yao Shuilan and didn’t think further about it. As you said last night, you could only help her this much. After all, the path in life is one’s own choice, and you can do nothing more in many aspects.
However, the matter mentioned by the jerk about buying Yao Shuilan with money is something you could only put aside for now. After all, you don’t understand the relationship between these two, and you have your own pressing issues that require your full attention. You must focus entirely on finding Jerris, and if necessary, you are determined to take him down!
When you arrived at the Haitian Investment Group, as luck would have it, you ran into your elder sister, Li Qiyi, at the door.
Just like before, when Li Qiyi saw Li Jiu, her expression, already cold and indifferent, became even chillier.
"Good morning, Mr. Lin, the Secretary," you waved at Li Qiyi.
To Li Qiyi, she didn’t even spare a glance at Li Jiu, walking towards the executives-only elevator as if she hadn’t noticed you.
Shrugging slightly, you headed towards the rarely used stairway.
According to the security department’s requirements, every building must have at least two exits, which must be hard exits like stairways that won’t be rendered unusable by power failures.
The office building housing Haitian Investment Group is expansive, with numerous corridors, prompting the establishment of four hard exits.
You located a stairway following the safety signs and looked up. Wow, it felt as though you were ascending an endless Tower of Babel.
Walking the stairs is more tiring, but compared to squeezing into that dreadful elevator watching it stop floor by floor, you’d rather take the stairs, treating it as a workout.
When you reached Business Department Three, you found it brightly lit, as if everyone except you had spent the night there.
Everyone sported panda eyes; some had lined up cans of Red Bull on their desks, with two or three unopened crates underneath their tables.
This was definitely a hectic pace!
Seeing your colleagues working tirelessly, sacrificing their youth, you couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
Actually, most of the people sitting here aren’t native to Yuhang. They come from all over the place, striving here to secure a stable future in just a few years.
In this society reliant on one’s parents and ancestors, the pressure is mounting, especially for those who have left home to work in big cities. They don’t seek a flashy appearance or an extravagant life. Their goal is simple: earn more while young, send most home to support their parents, and save the rest as a bride price or their own dowry.
You noticed some female salespeople in the office who seemingly don’t have to work as hard as the men. After all, they have their own advantages; usually, a sweet voice, decent dress, and if they’re good-looking, they can secure an investment project effortlessly, unlike the men who have to coddle those aristocrats like little grandsons.
Sooner or later, you see one or two salespeople making calls while grabbing their briefcases, some even biting into toast as they stride out to chase sales.
"Sigh."
You were still sighing when a pleasant scent wafted over, and turning around, you saw a young woman in a stylish suit standing before you.
"Are you Li Jiu?"
"That’s right, I am. What’s a beautiful lady like you doing looking for me?"
"Director Zhang wants to see you, follow me."
With that, the woman in the suit turned and walked away without looking back.
You shrugged, grabbed your coat hanging nearby, slipping it on as you followed her.
Your comings and goings didn’t stir the office even the slightest; those struggling salespeople didn’t notice at all.
In Zhang Qiang’s office again, but unlike last time, sitting next to Zhang Qiang was Cen Panxia in an aristocratic school’s uniform.
Cen Panxia is three years younger than you, but the mental gap between the two of you is substantial. In your eyes, Cen Panxia is just a complete little girl, so you didn’t pay her much heed.
The woman in the suit led you into Zhang Qiang’s office, softly said something to him, and then turned to leave, closing the door behind her.
Zhang Qiang smiled at you, "Li Jiu, have a seat."
Not standing on ceremony, you sat down, casually grabbing an orange from the table, peeling and leisurely eating it in front of them.
"How is it? Sweet, right?" Zhang Qiang casually spoke to you as if talking to an old friend.
You nodded, "This orange is quite good. Where’d you buy it? I should get a few pounds myself."
"Huangyan Honey Orange, a friend sent them. If you want some, I’ll have the secretary send you a box later."
"Knowing the name helps, these days you just type a few words online, swipe a card, and good stuff arrives at your door. Really convenient."
You finished eating the orange and smiled at Zhang Qiang, "Director Zhang, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I’ve just received word that CEO Cen’s chauffeur had some family issue and can’t work for the time being. So, I hope you can fill in for her for now," Zhang Qiang looked directly at you, seemingly assessing your reaction.
You didn’t refuse outright but scratched your head, "Well, I just returned to China and don’t have a Chinese driver’s license."
"Judging by your words, you’ve driven before, right?"
"A few years, yes," you nodded.
"How’s your driving?"
"Not bad."
For you, becoming Cen Nong’s chauffeur couldn’t have been more timely. Among Cen Nong’s haunts is sure to be the Haitian Building, letting you enter as a driver. Even if you might just be waiting in the parking lot, breaching the outermost electronic barrier is the first step!
"If that’s the case, we’ll entrust CEO Cen’s transportation to you for this period."
You shrugged, "Sure," not saying much.
At that point, Zhang Qiang placed a Bentley key in front of you, "Oh, and it’s getting late. You should take Xiaxia to school first."
You looked at Cen Panxia sitting next to Zhang Qiang and asked, "Little miss, where do you study?"