Chapter Twelve 9527

  "President, what's wrong?"

  A soft inquiry from the secretary came to her ears, Yu Jing recovered from her daze and walked out without saying anything, soon getting into a Bentley that had already started.

  After getting on the bus, Yu Jing's mind was not calm. Although he didn't take a close look, Yu Jing still believed his eyes, that person must be him, and it was beautiful to think that they had just parted ways yesterday, but today he actually came to the company.

  Thinking back to yesterday, because of some recent events, I've been torturing myself and couldn't take it anymore, so I went out to vent, but didn't expect that in the end I'd end up sleeping with someone. Although I'm not a naive girl anymore, after my husband passed away, I've always kept myself clean and virtuous.

  Although she also understands that she is not someone who doesn't need to vent, she is even more aware of what kind of men those are who want to get close to her, and she doesn't want to get into trouble because of some private life.

  Yesterday's incident she originally thought was just an accident, but today she saw that person had actually come to her own company, and Yu Jing, who was highly vigilant, didn't think it was a coincidence.

  Was that person deliberately arranged? Thinking of her appearance to accompany herself for a drink yesterday, Yu Jing felt that this situation was highly likely, and she couldn't help but feel a chill.

  Whoever wants to lay hands on themselves must find out for themselves and make them understand the consequences of daring to lay hands on themselves in that way.

  Mù Yán was currently listening to the young woman in front of him explaining some company rules and what he needed to do, but he had no idea that he had already caught the attention of the company's president.

  The salary was three thousand eight hundred, not high but not low either. Mu Yan didn't hesitate and signed the contract, after which he became an employee of Fenghua Group with great honor.

  Fenghua Group requires wearing work cards, but when Mu Yan received his work card, he found that his card number was actually 9527.

  "Meina sister, this card number is really lucky!" Mu Yan looked at the work card number and smiled bitterly.

  "Hehe, the employee ID numbers at headquarters all start with 9. You just so happen to be the 527th employee working at the group's headquarters, Mu Yan. 9527 is a special number for sneaking into wealthy families and stealing their treasures. You're not married yet, and there are many lovely young women in the company, don't miss your chance!" Fang Meina said with a smile.

  Fang Meina was Zhang Shuo's trusted subordinate, the head of the personnel department. She would naturally do a good job with the tasks assigned by her superior, and Mu Yan's mouth was also quite sweet. After a perfunctory interview and signing of the contract, the two people seemed like old friends who had known each other for at least a month.

  Mu Yan just smiled, but in his heart, he didn't reject the idea. According to Fang Meina's meaning, anyone who can work at Fenghua has a guaranteed future, and marrying one back would be at least a small well-off family. If he could really find a girl who could hold down a household, Mu Yan wouldn't reject it either.

  At noon, I had lunch with Fang Meina in the company canteen. In the afternoon, after completing all the formalities, Fang Meina took Mu Yan directly into the elevator and brought him to his department.

  However, after Mu Yan walked into the elevator, he saw Fang Meina directly press the button for the second basement.

  "Huh? Our department is actually underground? I remember our department being called Resource Allocation Department, it sounds pretty cool and should have some real power!" Mu Yan felt a bit puzzled.

  As soon as the elevator doors opened, Mu Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

  Under the dim light, there were piles of office supplies and cleaning tools everywhere. Next to the water pool, several cleaning aunts were washing mops, and the nose smelled musty.

  "Meina jie, is this really the Resource Allocation Department?" Mu Yan asked somewhat disbelievingly.

  Fang Meina smiled somewhat awkwardly and said: "Yes, most of this area is for the Resource Allocation Department, a small part is allocated to the Cleaning Company."

  Fang Meina gave a definite answer, and Mu Yan followed Fang Meina through rows of printed paper and cardboard boxes stacked up like a paper wall, and saw several old computers that made tractor noises and some colleagues who didn't look like big company white-collar workers inside the solid paper wall fortress.

  "Director Fang, how did you come?" A man in his 40s sitting behind a decent-looking office desk immediately stood up with a smile and walked to the front of Mu Yan and Fang Meina.

  Mu Yan saw the name on his chest card was Zhong Jiaqiang, and his position was Manager of Resource Allocation Department. However, when he faced Fang Meina, it seemed that Fang Meina's position was even higher than his.

  "Manager Zhong, this is Mu Yan, the new office assistant. From now on, he will be under your supervision!" Fang Meina said.

  "Oh! Mu Yan, hello, welcome to join us!" Manager Zhong seemed very polite and stretched out his hand, shaking hands with Mu Yan.

  "Alright, I'm leaving him to you. If there's anything, you can ask Manager Zhong, he's the old-timer of the company!" Fang Meina said with a smile before quickly taking her leave, clearly not liking the moldy smell here.

  "Old Fan, you go and call Tong Ling over, it's also good for everyone to get to know each other!" As soon as Fang Meina left, Zhong Jiachang immediately ordered his subordinates.

  Lao Fan heard and sat still on the chair, then suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Xiao Ling, a new colleague has arrived, the manager is calling you over!"

  After Old Fan finished shouting, Mu Yan knew why Zhong Jiaqiang wanted him to call for people. This old man's voice was really loud, and in this underground place, after a loud shout, the echo in his ears was just like a loudspeaker broadcast, it was impossible not to hear.

  Soon after, Mu Yan saw a delicate-looking girl in her early twenties, wearing a white shirt and jeans, walking out of the pile of paper walls.

  She still held a notebook in her hand, as if writing something down. After returning, she saw that everyone was doing their work and she didn't have a seat, so she moved several packs of printing paper to pile them up as a stool.

  "Everyone's here!" Zhong Jiaqiang said with a smile after she sat down.

  Mu Yan let out a sigh in his heart, Zhong Jiaqiang, Tong Ling, Old Fan, himself, and apart from them, there were only three other people left in the department.

  A woman in her forties, surnamed Cheng, named Cheng Juanjuan, is called Sister Cheng by the locals.

  A thirty-something man named Li Xian with thick glasses, looking like a bookworm, was nicknamed "Glasses Hero" by the locals because of his fondness for reading martial arts novels.

  There was also a man in his fifties, slightly older than Old Fan, named Su Jianguo, whom everyone called Old Su.

  At a glance at these guys, Mu Yan knew that this must be an old folks' home plus an ice house, otherwise who would be working here voluntarily?

  I really have a life of 9527! It's just unknown whether there is a fortune of 9527.

  PS: Tonight at 12 o'clock, rush to the list, I hope brothers can support me a little bit, those who have votes can vote, those who don't have votes can click on it, old Jing is grateful if not careful. If there are friends who haven't collected it, I also hope you can collect it, this is very important for old Jing!