Lin Qian was quite surprised when the HR manager brought back the "leader's opinion."
She was surprised and touched. The manager's words were sincere and beautiful. "Miss Lin, since Aida has offered you this job, we won't break our promise because of some temporary difficulties. If you decide to stay, your salary will remain the same. As for your position, it will be decided after the new CEO takes office. If you choose to leave, we wish you a better job. "
While the HR manager was gone, Lin Qian had searched for all the news about Aida on Baidu. She thought for a while and answered sincerely, "Thank you. I'll think about it and give you an answer tomorrow."
It was still early when she left Aida, not even noon. Lin Qian walked home slowly. She first ordered two dishes at a small restaurant near the entrance of the neighborhood and finished them unhappily. Then she went upstairs, opened the window and turned on the music. She walked to the balcony and called Lin Mochen.
It was early evening in the United States. Lin Mochen's deep voice seemed to carry the laziness and arrogance unique to Manhattan. "Your call came later than I expected."
Lin Qian was a little upset. "Of course you knew."
The whole world knew about Aida's recent situation. How could her brother, who was in the financial investment business on Wall Street, not know?
Lin Mochen was wearing an iron-gray tailored suit, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass on the top floor of a skyscraper. Behind him were his employees who were still working on data analysis and investment reports.
Outside the window, the lights of the city were shining like stars. The Hudson River was slowly flowing away under the shadow of the skyscrapers on both sides.
He chuckled and asked, "What's your plan?"
Lin Qian's tone was even more depressed. "I won't work for you anyway."
Lin Mochen frowned slightly on the other end of the line. His tone was still indifferent. "Oh? Then where are you going to work? "
Lin Qian answered, "I'm considering whether to stay in Aida."
To be fair, although Aida was in trouble, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. It was still unknown whether they could fight back. And today's interaction with them gave her a good feeling.
"I think it's a pity to give up like this," she said again.
Lin Mochen looked at the stars on the top of the building across from him, his fingers lightly tapping on the table beside him.
"Lin Qian," he said, "feelings are the most useless thing. You are my sister, so you should think about things in a more rational and objective way. "
His tone was a little cold and arrogant, as if he was lecturing someone.
But Lin Qian was unmoved. Instead, she climbed up the pole and replied softly, "Okay. Brother, can you give me an objective analysis? Is it worth it to stay? "
Lin Mochen was silent for a moment, and Lin Qian's heart was slightly in her throat.
"We can give it a try," he answered unhurriedly.
Lin Qian smiled. She didn't ask him for a deeper reason, because his net worth, yield, and other complicated technical terms gave her a headache just by listening to them.
"Thank you, brother!"
On the other end, Lin Mochen's lips curled up imperceptibly. He said calmly, "Aida's chairman, Xu Yong, is old and frail. He's no longer in charge of daily operations. His eldest son, Xu Yiyang, had passed away in a car accident three years ago. With Xu Yong's personality, it was impossible for him to hire someone else. Therefore, there were three people who were most likely to succeed him: First, Gu Yanzhi; second, his illegitimate son, Xu Chengyan, who was still studying in the United States; third, Xu Yong and his ex-wife had a son whose identity was unknown. I'll look into it again. "
Hanging up the phone, Lin Qian buried her head in her arms and stared into the distance.
After a while, her eyes were attracted by something.
It was a big army green truck. It drove along the highway, passed through the city, and stopped in front of the Aida Group.
A few soldiers in camouflage uniforms jumped out, all carrying backpacks. The big truck drove away. They stood at the door for a while, and soon someone came out and led them in.
Retired soldiers?
Speaking of which, those retired soldiers were the only good thing that had happened to her these days.
Now, did some of them come to work in Aida?
She also decided to stay.
The next morning, after Lin Qian had finished the employment procedures, she was taken to see the legendary Gu Yanzhi.
Aida Group was filled with an indescribable sense of depression, so when Lin Qian walked into the luxurious and spacious office of this powerful official, she couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Gu Yanzhi sat behind the big dark office desk, also looking at this new employee.
She was supposed to be a candidate for Li Zhicheng's assistant, and he didn't need to see her. But that guy had gone to the sanatorium to see his father last night, so he could only leave this to him. And this boss, who was a man of few words, had given a simple order, "Not to make it public for now."
The "not to make it public" was obviously referring to his identity and his arrival.
Gu Yanzhi asked, "Why?" He had taken over the group, and sooner or later he had to meet all the employees. What difference did it make when to make it public?
"I need to understand the situation first," Li Zhicheng stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and answered indifferently, "in a secret way."
Gu Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, and then he understood.
He spoke in an unfathomable manner without batting an eyelid. So …
Or he was treating this like a war, and wanted to secretly "investigate" it himself first.
Thinking of this, Gu Yanzhi couldn't help but laugh. He looked up at Lin Qian and said slowly, "I think you know the situation of the group. The more difficult it is, the more we need people. If you are talented, you will naturally be put in an important position. But if you are mediocre, we don't need to keep you and add to your burden. Everything depends on you. "
Lin Qian nodded calmly. "I'll try my best." Looking at the smile on his face, she thought that he didn't look as cunning, shrewd, and difficult to get along with as the rumors said.
Gu Yanzhi didn't have the leisure to chat with her. After a short conversation, he decided that she would go to the CEO's office and take on some of the daily work of the department.
Lin Qian's career in Aida began quietly in the midst of chaos and panic.
The CEO's office sounded like a nice name, but in fact, there were only three people, including Lin Qian. The other two were this year's graduates.
The HR staff explained to her, "This department didn't exist before. It was established after the previous CEO came. At its peak, there were sixteen or seventeen people. After that, they all left one after another. "
Lin Qian took things as they came. Following Gu Yanzhi's secretary's instructions, she collected industry information and news every morning and made it into a daily report for the leaders' reference. She also copied the weekly work plans and summaries of the various departments of the company, and she would organize them into an independent report. Of course, if there were any major events in or out of the company, she also needed to gather relevant information as soon as possible.
In a nutshell, he had to keep writing reports, reports, reports …
This kind of work was, of course, monotonous and boring, and it was far from the actual operation of the company. Lin Qian didn't like it. But then she thought about it. She was new, and she came from a competitor's company. It would be strange if she was assigned to an important department and given important work. So she was relieved. She simply concentrated on writing reports every day. After a few days, she could recite the basic situation of Aida like the back of her hand.
But every time the reports were sent to Gu Yanzhi's secretary's desk, she didn't know if he had read them. Later, she asked the secretary to pass a message to her, asking her to submit a paper report and also send an electronic version to a designated email address. Lin Qian looked at the email address: Apache 2013126vipcom. Was "Apache" Gu Yanzhi's English name? But it didn't seem like a person's name. Maybe it was the abbreviation of a word or sentence. Lin Qian tried to figure it out, but she couldn't figure it out.
On the weekend, Lin Qian got up early and took a taxi to the sanatorium on the other side of the city.
Green Court Sanatorium was newly built after 2010. The facilities were the best and most comfortable in the city. Lin Qian carried a bag of fresh fruits and walked along the green river embankment under the guidance of the caretaker. She saw He Qingling sitting alone under a big tree.
Lin Qian couldn't help but walk lightly to her. "Mom …"
He Qingling was in her fifties. Her thin face was full of wrinkles. She looked at her calmly. "Yes, you're back."
The mother and daughter talked for a while. Lin Qian did most of the talking and He Qingling listened. Soon, He Qingling said she was tired and needed to rest.
"You're busy with work, so I won't keep you," she said.
The caretaker pushed her wheelchair away. Lin Qian stood there quietly for a while. Then she took out her phone and called Lin Mochen.
"I'm at the sanatorium. Mom looks well. "She paused." Do you want to talk to her? "" Yes, I do.
It was probably late at night on Lin Mochen's side. It was very quiet. Only his calm breathing could be heard.
"Lin Qian," he said, "I don't need to know how that woman is doing."
Lin Qian didn't say anything.
Years ago, He Qingling insisted on divorcing her husband and raising a child each. Since then, Lin Mochen had never called He Qingling "mom."
In the afternoon, Lin Qian walked around the small town near the sanatorium and visited an old classmate who lived nearby. It was already past nine o 'clock when she left her classmate's house.
She declined her classmate's offer to drive her. She didn't want to take a taxi either. She walked slowly to the bus stop. The night in the suburbs was deep and quiet. On the empty platform, there was only the dim yellow light from the street lamps.
Soon, the last bus arrived.
Lin Qian found a seat at the back of the bus and sat down by the window.
Because it was the starting station, it was probably not time to leave yet. The driver yelled at her, "Miss, wait a little longer. There are still five minutes left." Then he leaned on the steering wheel and dozed off.
Lin Qian wrapped her coat tightly around herself and looked at the chaotic night outside the window. She didn't know what was going on in her mind.
Just then, footsteps came from the door in front of her. A tall man walked up.
Lin Qian casually turned her head, glanced at him, and continued to look out the window.
After a few seconds, she suddenly turned her head back and looked at him.
The lights in the bus were quite dim. The man was wearing a dark gray jacket, black sports pants, and outdoor shoes. Lin Qian only needed a glance to know that they were all classic models from top brands. He also wore a cap, the brim of which was pressed low, revealing only the high bridge of his nose and the simple lines of his jaw. Even though his face couldn't be seen clearly, he gave off a sense of chiseled handsomeness.
Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat.
A sense of déjà vu came over her. That man's build and height were exactly the same as his, and this strong and unique aura. How could she describe it? Handsome, unruly, and arrogant. Even though he was sitting quietly, it was impossible to ignore his presence.
At this time, he was already striding towards her with his long legs. Lin Qian immediately turned her head to look out the window.
His footsteps were very steady and neat, and he quickly walked past her. Lin Qian looked at the blurred reflection in the window glass. He sat down in the last row.
The bus quickly left.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The night was as cool as water. Only the bus was moving along with the clanking sound.
Lin Qian sat for a while. In the end, curiosity got the better of her, so she simply turned her head and looked directly at him.
Uh …
He … fell asleep again.
His tall body was sitting upright, one arm resting on the back of the seat in front, his face buried deep in it, and the other hand casually resting on his knee. The peaked cap was completely buckled on his head, completely covering his face. Because every few rows, Lin Qian could even hear his even and deep breathing.
Hi, Big Cat.
Lin Qian suddenly felt like laughing.
She leaned forward and lowered her head, trying to see his face from below to see if it was really him. But the lights and shadows in the bus were illusory, and she could only see the blurred outline of his side profile …
"What are you looking at?" A clear, low voice suddenly sounded.
Lin Qian was startled, and she immediately straightened her body, her face burning. And he had already slowly raised his face from his arm, his dark and bright eyes quietly looking at her.
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