Chapter 22: Job Application
Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Job Application
Lin Ruoxi threw the coat in her hand at Yang Chen. She wanted to ask why he had suddenly covered her with a coat and brought her food, but she felt embarrassed to voice it. Instead, she said, "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Yang Chen said, feigning innocence.
Lin Ruoxi frowned, thinking how infuriatingly shameless he was. "Do you realize I'm very pressed for time? If you saw me sleeping, you should have woken me up. What if my work gets delayed!"
"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about." Yang Chen took out a cigarette and lit it, steadfastly denying everything.
Frustrated, Lin Ruoxi couldn't say much more. She coldly stated, "Don't go into my study or bedroom without my permission. Otherwise, move out."
"Haha..." Yang Chen laughed. "Move out? I never asked to move in. You were the one who wanted me to move in. It's not like I begged you to let me live here. Hey, dear wife, your words are a bit unreasonable."
"You..." Lin Ruoxi wanted to argue but suddenly remembered that it had indeed been her who insisted he move in. She had even prepared a room and bought daily necessities for him. Now, she couldn't say much more. She glared at Yang Chen angrily, "I'm not going to argue with a scoundrel like you. Remember to start looking for a job tomorrow!" With that, she stormed upstairs, leaving a trace of her fragrance in the air.
Halfway down the stairs, Lin Ruoxi heard Yang Chen's indifferent reminder from below, "Remember to eat."
Her steps paused, a mysterious warmth flowing through her heart. She turned to glance at his figure, engrossed in smoking while watching TV, feeling somewhat lost in thought. Over the years, besides Wang Ma, who had watched her grow up, as well as her late mother and grandmother, no one had ever shown her this kind of familial warmth and caring attention. Especially from a man, which made Lin Ruoxi feel very uncomfortable.
She also recalled the scene from earlier in the day, when Yang Chen had knocked out her father, Lin Kun, and thrown him out the door in front of her, venting his anger for her. This memory sparked an inexplicable sense of shyness within her.
In fact, when Yang Chen had covered her with the coat earlier, Lin Ruoxi had already been awake. However, her naturally aloof disposition left her unsure of how to express her emotions, and she didn't dare to open her eyes to face the reality. So, she continued to pretend to sleep.
Hearing Yang Chen's reminder about eating, though she felt somewhat moved, Lin Ruoxi's expression remained indifferent. She replied, "I don't need you to worry about it," before quickening her pace back to the study.
Witnessing this scene, Wang Ma, who had just come out of the kitchen, couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Located in the heart of Zhonghai City, the headquarters of Yulei International occupied a whole building with over forty floors. The word "International" was clearly not just for show. With its ability to blossom in three markets in Europe and become one of the top ten companies in the fashion and cosmetics industry in Yanxia Country, Yulei International's reputation spoke for itself.
The entire Yulei Tower resembled a slender, silver-gray tulip, with its smooth lines and elegant decoration providing a refreshing feeling upon entering the building.
The air was filled with a faint scent of perfume, and various flowers and plants were tastefully arranged throughout the building, adding a natural beauty to the predominantly white-toned structure.
However, what made Yulei International headquarters most famous was not its unique and fresh decoration style, but the myriad of beautiful female employees dressed in OL uniforms.
After all, belonging to the fashion and cosmetics industry, the majority of employees were women. What's more, Yulei International's recruitment process clearly prioritized the company's image. Every employee who entered the company was a charming and attractive urban beauty, and even the less striking ones still possessed a graceful and pleasant appearance. As for the female models employed by the company or involved in various cooperative relationships, they only fueled people's endless imaginations.
Therefore, lonely urban men who spent their days lingering around Yulei International were everywhere. Each one of them harbored the desire to hook up with a woman from inside, but the chances of success were extremely slim.
In such an environment, landing a job at Yulei International became the ultimate dream for countless men. Consequently, when Yulei International issued advertisements for recruitment, especially for the Public Relations Department, the number of men rushing to apply was astonishing.
As a result, Yulei International set forth unique requirements specifically for male applicants: Firstly, the male applicant must possess a bachelor's degree or higher from one of the top fifty universities globally in comprehensive rankings. Secondly, the male applicant must be proficient in at least two foreign languages.
When these conditions were announced, the men who had been hoping to take a chance were dumbfounded. Who with such qualifications would bother applying for a PR position at Yulei International? They would either be white-collar elites or elite professionals in their respective fields. Although beautiful women were important, wouldn't there still be plenty of them once you had money?
As a result, among the dozens of people who entered the Yulei International office building for the final interview that day, there were fewer than ten men. These individuals, each wearing designer clothes and exuding an arrogant and self-important aura, clearly regarded themselves as playboys who thought they were the best. Their goal here was not so much to apply for a job as it was to have some fun and pick up women.
With only five minutes left before the start of the final two tests – a written exam and a face-to-face interview with the examiners – there were still over thirty people left in the lobby. Most of the women appeared nervous, while the remaining seven or eight men looked relaxed and at ease.
Sitting in the spacious fan-shaped lobby, Yang Chen happened to be seated next to a slightly chubby man with an oily face, narrowed eyes behind glasses, and dressed in Armani attire.
"Hey, buddy, spotted your target already?" The chubby man smirked creepily and leaned in closer to ask.
Yang Chen looked puzzled. "What target?"
"Don't play dumb!" The chubby man smirked slyly. "Come on, no need to be so coy. I'll go first. I've set my sights on Mo Qianni, the head of the Public Relations Department. Now it's your turn!"
Yang Chen was speechless at the man's frankness. He chuckled, "I'm just here to apply for a job. Besides, I already have a wife."
"Bullshit! Who would believe that made-up story?" The chubby man looked at Yang Chen with disdain. "Don't beat around the bush. None of us sitting here are short of money to spend on women. You come dressed in the latest CK outfit to apply for a junior PR position. Do you think I'm an idiot or are you the idiot here? And a wife... You could say you have ten mistresses, and I might believe you. Who bothers marrying a wife and tying themselves down?"
Yang Chen was surprised and shook his head silently, sighing, "How is it that even in China, things are more open than in foreign countries? Times have changed so fast. Have I really become a modern-day good guy?" He decided to ignore the chubby man's nonsense.
Just then, the door to the lobby swung open, and a woman dressed in a black fitted suit, a snow-white blouse, and long hair cascading down her back gracefully walked in. Behind her followed three or four OLs carrying documents.
"She's here, she's here! It's Mo Qianni herself coming to conduct the interview..." The chubby man beside Yang Chen was ecstatic, squirming in his seat as if he had taken an energy pill, his eyes shining with excitement as they fixed on the uniformed beauty referred to as Mo Qianni.
Not only was the chubby man excited, but even the other men in the room showed signs of eager anticipation. Clearly, they all regarded this delicate flower as prey!