20demayo Chapter 469 Boss Zhong!
Chapter 469 Boss Zhong!
She came here today because she was truly desperate. The resettlement office had given her no response, and she'd been stuck at home for over a week, feeling restless and anxious. Her savings were dwindling, and she couldn't very well ask her family for more money at her age, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.
I was doing laundry yesterday when I accidentally pulled this business card out of my pocket again. I decided to give it a shot and try my luck.
Now it seems that my luck was not good at all, and I was too naive!
Gao Yue gave a self-deprecating smirk, glanced one last time at the company sign on the wall, and completely lost any desire to go inside and explore. She tightened her grip on the strap of her canvas bag, turned, and left.
Just then, a brand-new red Audi sedan slowly drove up from a distance and stopped in front of the rusty iron gate. Gao Yue subconsciously glanced at it a few more times, thinking to herself that the car was really beautiful; its shiny paint gleamed softly in the morning light, though it seemed somewhat out of place with the surrounding drab environment.
The driver's side window rolled down, revealing the face of a young woman with impeccable makeup and stylish sunglasses. The woman looked at Gao Yue standing at the door, her voice clear and professional.
"Miss, are you here at our company on business?"
She had just driven over when she saw people looking around here.
"Uh...it's nothing."
Gao Yue felt a little awkward, but couldn't help asking out of curiosity.
"You... work here?"
"Yes, I'm from here."
The woman nodded, her tone gentle. She was Liu Jing, the assistant and person in charge that Zhong Yuemin had arranged for her to be here.
Gao Yue thought to herself, "Since I'm already here," and told the truth.
“A friend introduced me to come and take a look.” Zhong Yuemin was temporarily categorized into the vague category of “friend.”
"friend?"
Liu Jing paused slightly, her gaze lingering on Gao Yue's face for a moment, then, as if remembering something, she took off her sunglasses.
"You must be... Gao Yue, Miss Gao?"
"Ah? It's...it's me." Gao Yue was somewhat surprised.
"Mr. Zhong mentioned you to me, saying you might come, and I've been waiting for you."
Liu Jing smiled and pushed open the passenger door.
"Get in the car, I'll take you inside."
"President Zhong? You mean... Zhong Yuemin?" Gao Yue was even more surprised.
"correct."
"He...he's really the owner here?" Gao Yue felt a little dazed, but her feet didn't move.
"How about... I open the door for you first?"
"Okay, thank you for your trouble." Liu Jing didn't stand on ceremony.
Gao Yue deftly pulled open the heavy iron gate, the rust making a creaking sound. She then went around to the passenger side, got into the car, which was clean and tidy, filled with a faint scent of perfume. She drove into the yard and stopped in front of the first three-story building, which looked a bit more tidy.
The two got out of the car and went straight to the third floor. They pushed open the door to an office, and the scene inside made Gao Yue pause in surprise again.
In stark contrast to its shabby and dilapidated exterior, this office is spacious and bright, with rather sophisticated furnishings, including a large solid wood desk, a leather sofa, and filing cabinets filled with books.
What's even more striking is the three telephones lined up side by side on the table, and next to them is a fax machine she'd only ever seen on television—it's quite a hidden gem.
Please make yourself at home.
Liu Jing placed her handbag on the desk, turned around, and asked,
"May I have coffee?"
"Oh, okay, thank you." Gao Yue sat down on the sofa, somewhat reserved.
Liu Jing quickly brought over two cups of fragrant coffee and sat down on the single sofa next to her.
"My name is Liu Jing, and I'm in charge of the daily operations here."
She got straight to the point.
“Ms. Gao, Mr. Zhong gave me a brief introduction to your situation. You are a communications soldier in the South China Sea Fleet, and you are a college graduate. You are a rare talent. The job here is indeed very suitable for you.”
She went on to say:
"Regarding salary and benefits, we can start with a base salary of 500 yuan per month, plus performance-based commissions. The more you work, the more you earn. With the commissions, it's very possible to earn around 1,000 yuan a month."
"How much...how much?!"
Gao Yue almost choked on her coffee. A base salary of 500 yuan? Could it really be over 1,000?
These days, a regular factory worker only earns thirty or forty yuan a month, so this salary is simply astronomical!
But looking at the stark contrast between the company's internal and external environments, her newly glimmer of hope was quickly overshadowed by doubt.
"Um... Manager Liu, I'm here today mainly to take a look at the situation. I don't really know much about your company yet."
Liu Jing sensed her concern and smiled slightly.
"Ms. Gao, Mr. Zhong didn't explain to you in detail what we do?"
“No,” Gao Yue shook her head.
He said he was in the trade business.
"Well... if I may ask, how did you and our CEO Zhong meet?" Liu Jing asked gently, with a hint of curiosity.
Gao Yue didn't hide anything and briefly recounted her strange encounter at the pancake stall in front of the resettlement office, including the experience of being chased by urban management officers.
Liu Jing listened and couldn't help but laugh out loud, shaking her head.
"This is indeed something that President Zhong would do."
At this point, he roughly understood that Ms. Gao probably mistook this place for some kind of shell company, or even a fraudulent company.
She put down her coffee cup and said seriously.
"Ms. Gao, to be honest, this is actually mainly a liaison and coordination office."
Our company headquarters is located on Hong Kong Island. It's quite large. Our daily work here mainly involves managing and coordinating cooperation with several state-owned garment factories in mainland China, handling matters related to the "Yuelong" garment brand, and following up on the newly built "Jianlibao" sports drink production line... We'd say we serve as a window for Hong Kong-funded enterprises here.
There aren't many people here because most of the sales staff and key personnel are based at the partner factories, and their salaries are based on the average wages in Hong Kong.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..."
Gao Yue interrupted her again, her eyes wide with shock.
"Manager Liu, you just mentioned... 'Yuelong' clothing? And 'Jianlibao' beverage? You mean 'Yuelong' and 'Jianlibao' that were featured on the Spring Festival Gala and sponsored Olympic athletes? Are they... are they your company's products?"
"Yes, that's right."
Liu Jing nodded firmly. Seeing the incredulous expression on Gao Yue's face, she knew further words were pointless. She stood up briskly, picked up her car keys, and
“Miss Gao, how about this? Just talking to you might not be enough to put your mind at ease. I'm also going to check out a nearby garment factory this morning. If you have time, why don't you come with me to see it for yourself? Seeing it with your own eyes is more effective than a hundred words from me, and it will put your mind at ease. What do you say?”
Gao Yue hesitated for a moment, but curiosity and a vague anticipation of that astronomical salary figure made her nod.
"Okay... okay."