I believe everyone here has definitely heard this saying before:
In this modern information society with its complicated values, in an era where people defined success in vastly different ways, it was perhaps the most universally recognized image of life at its peak—
—becoming a chief executive officer and marrying a rich, beautiful woman.
Then, utterly abruptly and without the slightest preparation,
Fang Ran, twenty years old, Night Battle participant, non-smoker, non-drinker, virgin, single for approximately as long as he had been alive, someone who had just barely survived his Level Four exam, barged into a Female Locker Room, impersonated a beautiful idol, infiltrated a social dance party, appeared on a food program, held a citywide livestream, lived with a beautiful School Belle, traveled through Europe during World War I, had his superior see him naked, wandered the streets of London, and carried the dark history of Chicken Dinner,
on the second night after arriving in North America for an overseas internship before winter vacation began,
suddenly stepped onto such a pinnacle of life.
Chief Executive Officer, abbreviated as CEO,
under the modern market economy, in enterprises composed of shareholders' meetings, the Board of Directors, and company executives,
this position represented the highest person in charge within the third-tier executive body.
Within the scope authorized by the Board of Directors, it held management authority over the enterprise and the highest executive authority over appointments and dismissals, implementation, daily affairs, and major business matters.
In short, beneath the decision-making layer where investing shareholders and directors coordinated the general direction,
the chief executive officer was the highest authority responsible for carrying out everything.
Even after becoming a participant, Fang Ran had never imagined that an ordinary person like him would one day gain an identity of this nature.
But at last night's