I subconsciously looked up and glanced to the side.
Upon seeing this, I immediately felt a little uncomfortable.
This wasn't because she was a great beauty, but because she was President Huang's daughter:
Eldest Miss Huang Beibei!
This young lady has straight eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and wears a pair of azure blue contact lenses. Paired with her chestnut-colored, slightly wavy long hair, she has a touch of exotic beauty.
Seeing that she was looking at me, I instinctively opened my mouth, ready to say hello.
Miss Huang?
No, the term "Miss" has been ruined...
Eldest Miss Huang?
This is too exaggerated, it's like acting in a mindless idol drama...
Ms. Huang?
This is clearly not suitable for a young girl; she'll be angry...
Teacher Huang?
She was still a student...
As my mind raced, Eldest Miss Huang Beibei actually nodded at me:
"Hello."
"Hello," I replied reflexively.
"Is my dad in his office?" Eldest Miss Huang asked softly.
"Uh, sorry, I didn't know. I just got back from running errands and haven't been to the company yet today," I answered honestly.
Eldest Miss Huang nodded slightly without saying anything more, because the elevator we were waiting for had already reached the first floor.
As the elevator ascended, I tried hard to find something to talk about to avoid an awkward situation, but I didn't dare to say anything casually.
President Huang dotes on his daughter. If I offend her with my words, I might be in deep trouble today!
"Zhou..." At this moment, Eldest Miss Huang turned her head to look at me, hesitated before speaking, as if she was trying to recall my name.
" Zhou Mingrui." I quickly introduced myself.
Although Eldest Miss Huang often comes to the company to check up on her mother, I'm sure she wouldn't recognize a lowly employee like me. The fact that she even vaguely remembers my surname is already a testament to her exceptional memory.
"Mr. Zhou, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor?" Eldest Miss Huang said very politely.
"No problem, as long as I can do it!" I replied without hesitation.
As long as Eldest Miss Huang is satisfied, a promotion and a raise are definitely not far away.
As we were talking, we got off the elevator and went into the company.
"Help me translate a batch of documents," said Eldest Miss Huang Beibei as she walked, her leather boots clicking in the air.
"Translation... in what language?" I asked quickly.
"Cursive script," Eldest Miss Huang replied succinctly.
"Cursive script... I haven't studied it much..." Just as I was about to answer, Eldest Miss Huang suddenly quickened her pace.
We have arrived outside President Huang's office.
This young lady showed no respect to President Huang. She bypassed the female secretary on duty outside, swiftly reached out, gently twisted the door, and pushed open the inner door.
I silently prayed that President Huang wasn't in heat so early in the morning, and took a barely perceptible step to the side to avoid getting involved in President Huang's family affairs.
Of course, I wasn't too nervous, because President Huang veteran with a wealth of experience. If he really wanted to do something in the office, he would definitely lock the door.
As expected, the office was empty.
" President Huang is in a meeting in the conference room," the female secretary said to Eldest Miss Huang, standing up tremblingly.
"I'll wait for him inside." Eldest Miss Huang nodded and stepped into the inner room.
After taking one step, she turned back to me and said:
"Mr. Zhou, could you please come in for a moment?"
"Okay." I followed him inside and quickly added, "I don't know much about cursive script."
"Let's take a look first," Eldest Miss Huang said, stopping by the door.
After I entered, she casually closed the door.
Then, she rummaged through her handbag and took out a stack of papers.
"Try to identify it. If you can, read it to me."
"Okay." I took the stack of papers.
... I just glanced at it casually, and I felt my whole body stiffen.
If I'm not mistaken, the cursive script on the paper came from President Huang!
I've seen his annotations on documents several times!
This... this is President Huang's diary? Oh my god, did he write down every single one of his romantic encounters? Who keeps a diary?! A fine layer of sweat involuntarily appeared on my forehead.
Read it aloud, or you'll offend President Huang.
If I don't read it, I'll offend Eldest Miss Huang.
What is meant by "sitting on a wax candle"? This is what it means to sit on a wax candle!
Wait, I don't recognize cursive script! Haha, I don't recognize it! Although I can barely make out what President Huang writes, I really don't understand cursive script! I immediately opened my mouth:
" Miss Huang, I can't..."
Before I could finish speaking, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
Clang!
President Huang burst in, his eyes wide as he scanned me and Eldest Miss Huang.
He then averted his gaze from the gap between me and Eldest Miss Huang, and smiled.
" Beibei, why didn't you call me? I could have come downstairs to pick you up."
"I'm an adult." Eldest Miss Huang glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "I just need Mr. Zhou's help."
I immediately understood what she meant and quietly put the hand holding the document behind my back.
"Call him Uncle Zhou!" President Huang emphasized with a smile, then turned to look at me, "You can go out now, we'll call you if we need anything."
"Okay." I left the office, returned to my seat, and hid the papers.
Before I could even turn on my computer, Rozanne leaned over and whispered:
You're finished.
"Huh?" I looked completely bewildered.
"Don't you know that President Huang a doting father to his daughter? He can't stand other men getting close to her. The few times Eldest Miss Huang came before, those men who rushed up to fawn over her have either 'resigned' or been transferred to a branch office in a third-tier city," Rozanne said with a smile.
"... No way, it's just getting close, mainly to curry favor with President Huang." I grinned as I heard that.
"Tsk, don't you know what kind of man Mr. President Huang? In his eyes, all men are the same as him. If they have money, they will definitely be philanderers, falling in love with every one they see, no, sleeping with every one they meet. If they don't have money, they will seduce rich and beautiful women, become CEOs, and reach the pinnacle of life. So, in the eyes of you men, Eldest Miss Huang is the most tempting prey," Rozanne said half-jokingly.
"I just... I just asked Eldest Miss Huang for a favor. I'm not a womanizer at all!" I felt very wronged.
"Really not a womanizer?" Rozanne asked casually.
"Of course." I immediately started counting on my fingers for her. "Think about it, to develop and maintain a relationship, you need at least two or three hours a day, right? If it's two relationships, then it'll take four or five hours. Then, seven hours of sleep every night, an hour for a nap at noon, nine hours at work, and an hour for meals, that's eighteen hours in total. That leaves only six hours a day. If you're unfaithful and two-timing, you simply won't have time to play games, watch videos, or read novels! How tiring, how boring!"
"That makes sense..." Rozanne nodded slowly, then smiled and said, "At this time, you'll need a book like 'XXX Time Management'."
Before I could answer, she continued speaking to herself:
"How did Mr. President Huang manage to juggle so many relationships?"
"He's different. He can probably maintain a relationship for an hour every two or three days," I replied thoughtfully.
Rozanne hummed in agreement.
"That's true, President Huang is different from us; he's handsome and rich..."
"Sigh." Rozanne and I sighed at the same time.
Rozanne was about to gossip about something else when she suddenly shrank back:
" Old Ai's here, I'm going back to my seat."
Just as Rozanne left, President Huang's head housekeeper, President Ai from the group's office, walked over and stopped in front of me.
He was old, with completely white hair and a pale face.
"Submit all the expense reports for today to the finance department. You don't need to handle Mr. Zarathustra's matter anymore," Old Ai said, watching me hurriedly stand up.
... No way... they just fired me like that?! I want N+1! I was stunned for a moment.
Old Ai handed over a document and continued:
"You'll be responsible for liaising with this project; it's a collaborative project between the group and the police department."
Oh... this is such a sharp turn of events, I don't even know how to respond.
The thought of not having to take Rosago's car tomorrow makes me feel like it's not such a bad thing after all.