Chapter 2 New employee

I don't know Deron Family, but I know Steewod.

Steewod is a company with a long history and solid foundation. The roots are deep and leafy, like a giant dragon entrenched in the business world, watching the crowds. The eldest son of Deron Family has just returned from his studies in Stanford. As the so-called high spirited son of heaven.

But I made a decision—I want to enter Steewod, a business empire that I had never imagined before.

I got rid of the mild depression symptoms and started to live alive. Find information, gnaw bread, eat instant noodles, go to the library all day long. I am ambitious to get close to the existence in the sky.

While getting my graduation certificate, I received an admission notice from a prestigious American university for MBA.

Parents at home are approaching retirement, and their wages are meager. The sister is self-sufficient. In this central city, consumption is higher than elsewhere and the economic situation at home is not rich. In this case, I should immediately find employment to ease the burden on my family.

It is not difficult to find a good company with my college degree, but I insisted on wasting another two or three years, just because of the naive private wish in my heart. Ignore my family, and even abandon the peace and happiness that I have at my fingertips, and go to the glorious and dangerous business empire.

Knowing that I was silly, disregarding my own future, disregarding the feelings of my parents. Although my parents support me, I know that I am a selfish and unwise child.

In order to reduce the burden on my family, my re-study life was a bit difficult. Almost every day leads a part-work and part-study life. But my family supports me, that's enough.

I never met him again. The encounter that night seemed to be a revelation that God entrusted him to bring to me. Let me see myself thoroughly. But I have more and more opportunities to see him on flat colored paper.

A year before I finished my studies, he succeeded Steewod as president. The business changed hands, and he was full of spirits.

Two years later, I sat in the interview venue in the lobby of the Steewod Personnel Department as I wished. My personal information is placed in front of the personnel manager. My academic qualifications are only average among those applying for Steewod, but the various awards on the table should provide me with some bargaining chips.

This job application is no different from buying vegetables in that vegetable market. Both parties must be willing to tell the story. If you present an open-minded and reserved kind of success or failure, others will treat you more carefully.

But the fact is that people want to join Steewod. I can't make that indifferent reserve. I handled the examination and cross-examination from all sides carefully and cautiously.

"Okay, Mr. Liam, allow us to ask you one last question-why did you apply for Steewod?"

For what? Ridiculously childish private thoughts? To stand taller to get close to the unreliable existence.

I moved my lips: "For a high salary." A boring question, a boring answer.

A week later I received the offer notice. Our family went out to celebrate once. My parents are very pleased that my sister is very happy, joining Steewod is equivalent to getting a high salary guarantee.

I am a little confused with joy. Years of hard work, long-cherished wish came true. It makes me feel hazy and unreal at the moment.

I'm finally going to see that person.

***

I occupies a small corner in the office of the third section of the budget department. I bury my head every day in the dossiers of various industry evaluations, sales inputs, and revenue and expenditure "as, and dare not care about it in the slightest.

I never saw him in a month. My job was only responsible to my boss. The only thing that made me gratified was that at least I worked in the same building as him.

It's just that he is on the thirty-ninth floor, and he is 100 meters high from me.

Thousands of miles away.

The first time I met him face to face was a sunny afternoon that was perfect for afternoon tea a month later.

"Liam, send this budget material to the president's office for me. He is in a hurry, so you can hand it over to the secretary." The head of the third section of the budget department is a man in his forties with some beer belly. Although it is my boss, I usually don't have much communication with him, but today he specifically ordered me.

I readily agreed, but my heart beat a violent drum.

It was the first time to reach the 39th floor after more than a month.

Looking through the glass door, there is no one in the secretary room. I opened the door and went in, staring blankly at the dark blue door inside. I picked up the folder that I had just placed on the secretary's desk. He's in it.

I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Through the thick door, I heard the voice in the speaker's voice remote and low.

Push the door in, and can't wait to admire the unusually wide-openness of the rare president's room. I cast my eyes on the man sitting on the leather slide chair with his head bowed.

Can't see those eyes like stars. There is a row of dense and thick eyelashes under the drooping eyelids, and the eyebrows are vividly raised from time to time, and the straight and upright bridge of the nose divides his face into a perfect work of art. It's just that tight lips and square jaw make his impeccably beautiful face look firm and indifferent.

I walked to the table in confusion.

"President, this is the information you want."

He thought it was a secretary, but he looked up after hearing the voice, a little surprised: "Where's Sara?"

"Sara is not here."

The moment his gaze flashed to me, my heart was pounding, before I jumped a few times, the gaze regained the white and black letters.

"You put it on the table and go out."

I answered, staring at his lower face like a pervert for a few seconds. I really couldn't find a reason to say more. I suddenly saw that the drinking cup at the table was empty, so I made a cup of tea and brought it to the table.

He was looking through the budget report I just handed over and ignored me, but his brows were frowned.

I sighed in my heart and walked out like a cat that can't steal fishy, with my head down and down.

"and many more."

He stopped me. I turned around abruptly.

"Which of your department is responsible for this budget table?"

I saw that the report was given to the section chief three days ago, and it was the result of my staying up all night for a week.

"...It's me." There was a bad feeling in my heart. He hummed softly, raised his head and started looking at me with those beautiful but intimidating eyes.

"One page is missing in the budget report."

Sure enough, I was tricked by the old man, I don't know how to explain or not.

"New employee?"

"One month and nine days." I blurted out.

In an instant, the pair of deep eyes glowing with majesty and brilliance added a different color. Before I could tell whether it was a smile, it disappeared.

"Be careful in the future, and organize it in a quarter of an hour before bringing it back." He didn't seem to need me to explain. I doubted whether he had a record in his mind. After which employee showed a yellow card several times, he was sentenced to be out of the game.

It's just that I didn't please him like other people did, so why look at me so unpleasant. While hating the old man's insidiousness in my heart, I rushed to the office downstairs like a fire. Sure enough, there are missing pages of the budget sheet on the clean and tidy desk.

The bald head came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, Liam, I just found out that the form had dropped a page, and you left when I came to give it to you.

I smiled and said that I would like to thank the section chief for his concern.

The episode ended in fifteen minutes. I was not fired, I still sat peacefully at my beautiful desk, doing my mountain of work, and doing my stupid daydreams.

I became a drug addict. Since I saw it in the office, it seems that the drug addiction that has been suppressed for many years has been committed again. I can't bear to work together every day but I can't see his torture every day. After a week, I lost a lot of weight. My family asked me. Just say that the relationship between big companies is complicated and the work is hard.