Su Wanxin: "???"
Working?
Sure.
From president to employee, could anyone be more miserable than her?
No.
Dressed in a six-figure haute couture suit and wearing five-figure high heels, Su Wanxin faced the general manager emotionlessly, eye to eye.
Chen Lei looked at Su Wanxin, then glanced at Fu Shihan, not daring to make any hasty moves, and asked, "So what position is President Fu thinking of arranging for her?"
Fu Shihan looked over at the rows of desks in the distance, causing Su Wanxin's heart to skip a beat. Fortunately, he still had some conscience and didn't actually send her to do odd jobs as an analyst. Instead, he said a few words: "Foreign exchange trading."
After arranging work for Su Wanxin, Fu Shihan headed towards the president's office. Su Wanxin stopped him, asking in a low voice, "Are you playing me again?"
"If you don't want to, you can leave."
Su Wanxin: "...Okay, I'll do it. How long do you want me to do it?"