Ma Yuanyuan returned to Chengyou not long after her last visit. This time, she had come of her own accord, with a purpose.
It was the weekend, and she had dragged her parents along. For one thing, she was craving something tasty. Dinner hadn't satisfied her; her parents ate far too lightly, and she wanted something with stronger flavors. For another-and this was the real purpose of the trip-there was something she needed to pester her father about in person.
She had learned on her previous visit that they could park along the road. But only this time did she discover how hard it was to find a space once the night market opened. They finally found one, but it was a long way from the market. Her father said that was fine; they could treat it as a stroll.
As the three of them walked into the gateway, Ma Yuanyuan stopped.
A small noticeboard had been nailed up beside the gateway. An A4 sheet was posted on it, black text on white paper: a job advertisement.
One assistant wanted.
Must understand filming and know how to edit videos, have an outgoing personality and strong communication skills. Must be willing to work overtime and quick to take action. Experience in We Media preferred. Competitive pay.
At the bottom were only a phone number and the contact person's surname: Wang.
There was no company name.
Ma Yuanyuan stood there and read every word twice.
Apart from having no We Media experience and not being willing to work overtime, wasn't this practically written for her?
She didn't really want to keep working at Gu Junhao's Company anymore, mainly because she was too busy and exhausted. More importantly, the atmosphere was terribly oppressive. And there was that damned clocking in. She wanted to