When night fell and the lights came on, I was alone in my warm big bed, and told Maomao about today's incredible everything.

"What, Xiaoyan, have you really been promoted? were you promoted early this morning?"

"Yes, you've asked four times!" I was really helpless against this best friend whose thinking was never in the same dimension as me, and continued: "The point is not that I was promoted, but that I became Mr. Ye's secretary! It is said that he already has four secretaries, who are responsible for his food, clothing, housing and transportation, and now he has asked me to be in charge of the diplomatic section of the work, and take full charge of all his entertainment matters." Maomao, tell me, what are you going to do here, will you want me to accompany him to some big party, or something? Will you ask me to help him drink, and then, and then ...... Are you listening?"

"What are you talking about!" Another soprano voice pierced her ears with a magic voice: "Xiao Yan, you have been promoted to be a secretary, the salary must be super high, don't forget to invite guests to dinner!"

"Maomao, that's not the point!" God, what are she thinking, people called to ask for advice, but she kept talking about Xila, I held on to the last glimmer of hope and said: "Maomao, do you think I did a good job?"

"Little rock. It wasn't the soprano before, Mao Mao's voice suddenly calmed down, and it seemed to be a little serious. Wow, she's finally normal, worthy of being my best friend, and she's finally going to start giving me some positive energy!

Just when I was polishing my ears and listening, Mao Mao's voice came from the phone again: "I don't care about Ye Wei's 'on-call' rule, you must come to the weekend signing meeting, you don't know, in order to get the admission ticket, I lined up in the rain for more than three hours!"

"Hey, hey, are you still there, Maomao, the signal is not good, hang up first......" As I took the phone farther and farther, I decisively pressed the hang up button when I finished the last last note, I deeply reflected, it was a mistake to call Comrade He Maomao for help tonight. Well, I'll continue to memorize my president's manual.

In fact, when I came out of the president's office in the morning, the "screw" assistant did not explain to me at length, but just took out a copy of "How Much Does the President Know" and told me to memorize the manual, which listed in detail the president's preferences, which foods he liked to eat, which foods he must not eat, otherwise he would be prone to allergies, and which topics he taboo must not mention in front of him, etc......

And this "How Much Do You Know About the President" not only has such a thunderous name, but also has a rather auspicious page number, no more, no less, 100 pages! 100 pages, dear! Lying on the bed, I want to know which boring guy who has nothing to do to write this boring book, and it is also perverted to print it into a book, so that everyone in the secretary department has a copy.

Forget it, when I picked up the local tyrant Jin that had just been dressed, the anger in my heart suddenly disappeared, it was really the local tyrant Jinye. On the way home from work, I also made a special trip to find the largest stall, chose the most popular Minion shell cover for my little tyrant, and spent 10 yuan to ask the boss to help me paste the richest diamond film, I want my little tyrant to show the titanium alloy eyes of Ye Wei's bastard! Yes, since the conversation in the office that ended with me admitting my mistake, President Ye Wei's tall image in my heart suddenly collapsed into a big bastard who only knows how to squeeze the hard-earned money of poor people like me!

When I finally pasted the film and changed the shell and was about to leave, I only heard the boss muttering with extreme disdain: It's really stingy, I have money to buy local tyrant gold, and I am still squeezed here, so expensive diamond film, I only give 10 yuan, and the cost is not enough......!

Eh, this boss is not talking about me, not talking about me, it must not be me! Under constant psychological hypnosis, I quickly escaped from the disgruntled stall owner and happily held my little yellow local tyrant gold and went home.

Today is my first day as a secretary, different from the past all kinds of bed-riding, today the alarm clock did not ring, I have already fallen asleep, get up early to embark on the journey to work.

Although this job transfer was extremely dramatic and full of a strong sense of unreality, I, who had Scorpio blood flowing in my body, and in line with my extremely unyielding personality, after 4 hours of unremitting efforts last night, memorized the book "How Much Does the President Know" by heart.

I firmly believe that no matter how strong the mountain in front of me is, no matter how solid it is, I will drill a path of my own, and I am a little purple scorpion with noble blood and full of mystery!

Hey, it must have been a serious lack of sleep last night, look at what I said, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, you must cheer up, no matter how Ye Wei's bastard bullies you, you can't fall!

"You're the new Qin Xiaoyan, I'm the head of the secretarial department, just call me Amy. "While I was still immersed in my own little world of cranky thoughts, a very capable voice interrupted my thoughts.

The woman in front of her is about 30 years old, with simple short hair, exaggerated black-framed glasses, a small powder blue dress, a small silk scarf of flowers, and a pair of 10 cm high heels on her feet, which make her successfully look down on me and speak, and years of work precipitation make her exude an elegant but oppressive temperament.

"Everybody came over and got to know our new colleagues. The manager beckoned to the other four women in the office and said, "Xiao Yan, from today onwards, you will officially become a member of our secretarial department. ”

As the manager slowly explained, the other four people gradually surrounded me, showing a friendly smile to me, and listening to the manager continue: "Listen to Xiao Luo, you have already read the president's handbook last night, so you should understand that Mr. Ye has a slight division of labor and clear obsessive-compulsive disorder, and each employee can and can only have one fixed job. ”

What kind of strange disease is this? It's weird. I silently slandered in my heart, of course, these little twists and turns of thought can only be buried in my heart, on the surface I still nodded in agreement, while humbly asking for advice.

"This. The head manager pointed to the youngest girl among them, yes, although she was wearing a professional black suit, she still couldn't stop her invincible youthful atmosphere, and said, "She is Shen Yiyi, who is responsible for Mr. Ye's clothes." ”

"Hello, Xiaoyan. The little girl in front of me, who looked younger than me, smiled sweetly at me and said: "You can call me Yiyi in the future, my task is very simple, I am responsible for Mr. Ye's clothing and styling on various occasions, don't look at my young age, I am still very good at studying clothing matching!

"Alas, it's starting to blow again. The fat woman standing next to Yiyi put her arm around Yiyi's shoulders and interrupted: "Xiaoyan, hello, hello, my name is Shi Menghua, everyone calls me Shi Shi, who is responsible for arranging Mr. Ye's various meals, as well as his personal diet matching, the recipe I recommend must be delicious and nutritious!"

"Hey, hehe. "I really can't complain, there is actually a secretary in charge of eating, no wonder it looks a few levels fatter than the others, but it's really just because the others are too thin, it will look a little abrupt, if you replace the frame of reference with me, probably, it seems, it seems to ...... It's still fat, well, it must be.