Chapter 2: The Humble Wage Earner (1)

When the phone rang, He Yanzhi was cooking in her rental house.

This is a self-built house in an urban village, with more than 20 families crammed into the four-story house, and you can imagine how bad the environment is. Clogged toilets and leaky ceilings are common, and the only farmer's market in the area is nearby, so you can buy fresh food, but the bad thing is that there is always sewage on the road, and it's okay in the winter, but it's a breeding ground for mosquitoes and flies in the summer.

Despite all the shortcomings, He Yanzhi decisively chose to live here for no other reason - cheap. It's impossible to find a better value for money accommodation in the city. For less than 1,000 yuan, you can rent a single room that is not too small, although there is no kitchen in the room, but it is equipped with a small bathroom, which is the most satisfying point of He Yanzhi.

In fact, she shared a house with others in a community at the beginning, but due to the nature of her work, her life and rest are not very consistent with her roommates, and sometimes her roommates have fallen asleep, and He Yanzhi has just finished work and arrived home. Over time, the roommate also had an opinion, although she didn't say it, He Yanzhi still noticed it, so she took the initiative to move out. Then, after seeing the current single room, I decisively moved in.

He Yanzhi bought a small rice cooker and electric wok, just enough to make food for one person. She rarely got off work on time today, and she was ready to make a soup to treat herself.

Rice cookers are slow to make soup. Gradually, the fragrance overflowed, and the whole room became warm. He Yanzhi took a deep breath, and the phone rang.

It's her top boss, Xia Zhengqing.

"He Yanzhi, before seven o'clock, come to my office. ”

Hanging up the phone, He Yanzhi couldn't help but smile bitterly. But this expression only appeared on her face for a moment, because in the next second, she neatly unplugged the rice cooker, put on her coat, put on her bag, and went out.

When Xia Zhengqing gave the order, he never cared what time it was and what you were doing, he only cared about whether you obeyed his orders or not. It's already half past six, and now it's the peak of traffic jams, He Yanzhi decisively gave up taking a taxi and launched her little electric donkey instead.

It only took fifteen minutes to rush all the way to Baixing Entertainment, and her superb driving skills bought her a lot of time. After entering the elevator and exiting the elevator, it was almost time to arrive at Xia Zhengqing's office, but He Yanzhi's rapid footsteps stopped.

Xia Zhengqing is an extremely turtle-haired person who pays great attention to his image. Whenever he appeared in front of people, he was always well-dressed and his expression was indifferent. His tie is never crooked, his hair is neatly worn at the back, and not a single hair stands up from the public. The tone of his voice rarely fluctuates, and even when he is very angry, his tone is still light. But this does not mean that his anger is not terrible, if a subordinate is stupid, he can let people see how to scold people in a calm tone and run out of the conference room crying.

Xia Zhengqing is not only strict with himself, but also has the same requirements for his subordinates. There was once a colleague who just dropped a piece of nail art on his ring finger, and was ordered by Xia Zhengqing to tear off all his nails in order to see him. Because she was in a hurry, He Yanzhi was sweating all over her head at this time, and most of her base makeup had been removed, not to mention that she was still panting. She would never dare to walk into Xia Zhengqing's office with this image.

He Yanzhi stood still, took out a tissue from her backpack, wiped off the sweat, took out the hydrating spray and sprayed it, and then began to touch up her makeup. After touching up her makeup, she put on some more perfume. A very small amount of perfume, because a slightly stronger smell may cause Xia Zhengqing's disgust, but if you don't wear perfume, he will accuse you of having a bad attitude towards life.

After doing all this, she took out the water glass and took a sip of water to moisten her throat. She glanced at the time, six fifty-five. took a step forward and raised his hand to knock on the door: "Mr. Xia, I'm He Yanzhi, I'm here." ”

"Come in. The man's voice came from inside the door.