Chapter 42: Entering the Haojue Job
On the other side, a handsome and indifferent man sat in the conference hall, supporting his head with one hand, looking at the woman who appeared in the surveillance.
"May I ask Miss Silvia, why do you want to work at Haojue?"
"Why do you want to work in Haojue?" Qin Nianxuan dragged his chin, "I think, you should ask your president this question, he should be able to give you a satisfactory answer." β
"Miss Silvia, you're an employee of Haojue now, so please be careful when you speak." A woman squinted at her and said coldly.
"It's so sour." Qin Nianxuan covered her mouth exaggeratedly, "This young lady, you don't like your president, right?" β
Hearing this, the woman's face changed, she stood up excitedly and slammed the table, "What nonsense are you talking about?" β
Everyone knows that the most taboo thing for the president is that the company's employees are emotionally attracted to him, and once it is discovered, then you don't want to stay in Z City anymore.
"Sister Xiao Ran, you sit down first, don't be angry with this kind of person." The woman beside Ai Xiaoran took her hand and looked at Qin Nianxuan with disdain.
"It turns out that this young lady doesn't like Mr. Jue, so it seems that I misunderstood." Qin Nianxuan smiled innocently, but a touch of impatience crossed her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
Are these three women found by Jue Xichen to test her?
What did the man want to do.
"Miss Silvia did misunderstand, Xiao Ran, she doesn't like the president." Another woman smiled lightly, "In addition, Haojue also has rules, employees can't be emotional to the president, and anyone who is emotionally moved must leave Haojue." β
"Really?" She chuckled, "Then your president is quite narcissistic. β
"......" The woman raised her eyebrows, and her gaze couldn't help but drift to the camera in the corner.
"What do you mean by Miss Silvia?" Ai Xiaoran said coldly.
"How did he know that his employees would be emotional about him? Maybe it's not him who people like, but his skills in bed? Qin Nianxuan tilted his head and smiled slightly, that smile was so innocent and naΓ―ve, "Or his money, his power." β
"I didn't expect that not long after Miss Silvia returned to China, she talked about business with our president and went to bed." A sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of Ai Xiaoran's lips, but a trace of jealousy quickly flashed in her eyes.
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Hang as high as Haman.
These three women are well-known jewelry designers in China, Qin Nianxuan has lived in Paris, France for many years, and she doesn't know much about domestic affairs.
The man's slender joints tapped on the table again and again, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his lips.
As soon as he raised his hand, the secretary standing behind him understood, and nodded, "Yes, President." β
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Qin Nianxuan followed Jue Xichen's secretary to the president's office.
The man sat at his desk working on the papers, and when he knew she was coming, he didn't even move his eyelids.
She stood dutifully, not saying a word, her gaze sweeping over the office man.
Haojue's previous life was EK, and this man actually brought Haojue to the international stage in just five years and occupied the position of the leading boss.
Even the European lords, it is not easy to defend today's lords.
She looked around, the huge office was bright, not far from the floor-to-ceiling windows was a small black leather sofa, and to her left was a neat row of bookshelves with all kinds of books from all over the world, and desks were piled high with papers.
"Have you figured it out?" The man's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at him, "What do you want to think?" β
"Haojue's jewelry designer." His voice paused, and he sneered, "With your current ability, you are not worthy of being Haojue's jewelry design director." β