Chapter 591: Showing Off Before Others, The Return Journey

The moment their gazes met.

Wen Ruan turned around, a bright and enthusiastic smile blooming on her face: "Hello, Zhang Yan. You are much more delicate and beautiful in person than in your photos."

She had heard the girl's story from Tang Song and truly felt a pang of sympathy for this young girl in her heart.

Soft and weak, delicate and lovely, with a pair of almond eyes that were incredibly pure.

Her first impression of this meeting was far better than those "monsters" like Jin Meixiao, Liu Qingning, and Su Yu.

Moreover, her own status had changed now.

In the past, when facing those women, she was always the weaker party in need of help and guidance.

Su Yu gave her a luxury mansion and helped her clean up the mess at the printing factory; Jin Meixiao helped her best friend settle cross-border business and gave her a top-tier black card. Now the tables had turned; it was her turn to be the "big sister."

Thinking about it, she was actually a little excited.

Looking at Zhang Yan again, she became more and more pleasing to the eye.

This pitiful little look—at first glance, she seemed very easy to bully... no, very easy to get along with.

"Director Wen, hello." Zhang Yan pursed her lips nervously, blushing slightly.

Then, imitating the others, she extended her hand with a slight tremor.

This was a director of the Nebula International Group, a celebrity she could only see in magazines, and even more so, the big boss of her future company.

If it weren't for the experiences of the past few days that had helped her grow rapidly, she would certainly be too nervous to speak clearly right now.

Looking at that slender, fair palm, Wen Ruan blinked, suddenly opened her arms, and used her ample, large E-cup chest,

to give Zhang Yan a solid, soft, and intimate hug.

"Very happy to meet you."

Taken by surprise by this sudden attack from the "big" sister.

Zhang Yan's eyes widened instantly, her cheeks flushed deep red, and she stammered, not knowing what to say.

Wen Ruan chuckled and let her go. "No need to be so nervous. Also, regarding how to address me, I've been wanting to correct it—just call me Sister Wen Ruan, or just Sister. Don't use honorifics."

Zhang Yan lowered her head, saying awkwardly, "Okay, thank you—Sister Wen Ruan."

"That's more like it." Wen Ruan held her hand with satisfaction. "How is your mother's condition? I heard from Tang Song that the results of the comprehensive examination would be out today."

"Yes." Mentioning her mother, Zhang Yan's expression became a bit more serious. "The doctor said the situation is better than expected, meeting the treatment standards, and we can start preparing soon."

"That's good, that's better than anything. Don't think too much, and don't put too much pressure on yourself. Modern medicine is very advanced..."

"I know, thank you, Sister Wen Ruan." Zhang Yan looked at her with some emotion.

The two chatted like this, from work to life, from the cultural customs of Yangcheng to the snowy scenery of Yancheng.

Wen Ruan always managed to throw out topics at just the right moment, guiding the introverted Zhang Yan to open her heart bit by bit.

She didn't pry into any of Tang Song's private matters, nor did she condescendingly offer any "life advice"; she just shared joys and sorrows like a sister caring for her younger sibling.

Gradually, Zhang Yan's tense body completely relaxed.

She discovered that chatting with this Director Wen was a very comfortable and pleasant experience.

The innate affinity and powerful empathy she possessed made people unconsciously want to get close to her and trust her.

After chatting for a good while.

Wen Ruan signaled to her assistant, Wang Dandan, who was standing to the side.

Wang Dandan immediately opened the shopping bag in her hand, took out an exquisitely packaged gift box, and handed it over.

"It's our first meeting, and I don't know what you like." Wen Ruan placed the gift box into Zhang Yan's hands. "A fountain pen. It's not an expensive item, but I think it suits a talented woman like you. I hope you like it."

The gift box was Montblanc, and that Meisterstück series fountain pen glowed with a warm luster under the lights.

The pen body was slender and elegant, the nib exquisite; it was very beautiful.

"Ah!" Zhang Yan blushed and hurriedly declined: "This, this is too expensive, I can't accept it—"

She never considered herself a talented woman; at most, she had some foundation because of her Chinese Language and Literature major, could write drafts, and recite some poetry.

"Take it!" Wen Ruan pressed her hand down firmly. "This is a meeting gift from me. If you don't accept it, you're looking down on me, oh."

Zhang Yan held the slightly heavy gift box, looking at Wen Ruan's irresistible gaze, and finally said in a small voice, blushing: "... Thank you, Sister Wen Ruan."

"Let's go, take me to see your mother." Wen Ruan affectionately wrapped her arm around her shoulder.

Walking into the ward.

Wen Ruan immediately stepped forward, placed the flowers and imported fruit basket she brought on the bedside table, and wore a sincere smile on her face. "Hello, Auntie, I am Zhang Yan's future colleague, Wen Ruan."

"Hello, hello." Zhou Hui looked at this leader who had such a powerful aura yet was so kind to others, feeling so nervous she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Please set your mind at ease and focus on your recovery. I will arrange everything regarding Zhang Yan's work; you don't need to worry for her."

Hearing this, Zhou Hui couldn't hold back anymore, thanking her repeatedly, her eyes reddening, and excited tears sliding down.

After some warm pleasantries, Wen Ruan checked the time and stood up to say goodbye.

Zhang Yan followed closely behind her, seeing her all the way to the elevator entrance of the special ward.

"By the way, Zhang Yan, when do you plan to start work?" Wen Ruan turned to the side and said softly: "My suggestion is that you can sign the contract first; the social insurance and housing fund shouldn't be interrupted. Don't worry, before things are stable on your end, I won't arrange too many tasks for you for the time being; you can focus on accompanying your mother."

This was her future capable subordinate, an important talent Tang Song had personally "entrusted" to her; naturally, she had to bring her under her wing as soon as possible.

"I might need some time."

Zhang Yan bit her lip in a dilemma; after all, she was still being blocked by Bai Rui in the resignation process and couldn't leave for the time being.

Wen Ruan immediately noticed something was wrong and asked directly: "What? Did you run into trouble?"

"It's just a small problem with the work handover. I, I will solve it as soon as possible." Zhang Yan stammered, not wanting to bring up those frustrating matters to trouble the other party.

Having struggled in the workplace for many years, Wen Ruan had seen countless dirty tricks.

Looking at Zhang Yan's appearance, after a little thought, she guessed seven or eight tenths of it.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she said calmly: "Alright then, if there's anything, remember to tell me at any time. Don't carry it all by yourself."

Immediately, she turned slightly to the side, pointed to Wang Dandan, who had been standing quietly beside her, and introduced: "By the way, this is my assistant, Wang Dandan."

"Ms. Zhang Yan, hello." Wang Dandan nodded with a smile.

"Hello, Assistant Wang." Zhang Yan responded hurriedly.

"That's it then, we're leaving first. Bye-bye, take care and rest."

"Bye-bye."

The elevator door closed slowly.

Walking out of the hospital gate, she sat in a Toyota Alphard that had been waiting for a long time.

The moment the car door closed, the smile on Wen Ruan's face quietly faded.

She leaned back in the comfortable airline seat, her posture lazy, but her eyes were exceptionally clear.

"Dandan, tomorrow morning at ten, you and Wang Zong Chongxian of the Yangcheng branch will go to Shuocheng Technology together. Just say I sent you, representing the Group to express condolences to a long-term partner agent, and by the way, communicate about the upcoming cooperation matters."

She paused, her fingertips tapping lightly on her knee. "Additionally, Zhang Yan's position is tentatively set as Senior Content Cooperation Manager of the 【Content Ecosystem Cooperation Department】, P6 level, mainly responsible for content evaluation of partners.

Oh right, by the way, let Wang Zong and his future new colleague Zhang Yan get to know each other in advance."

"Okay, Director Wen!" Wang Dandan nodded immediately, recording the information in her memo.

The black Alphard started silently and merged into the city's evening traffic.

Wen Ruan looked at the neon streetscape flashing rapidly outside the window, and the corners of her mouth finally couldn't help but slowly curl into a cunning and triumphant arc.

I have to say, I've finally experienced the thrill of "devising strategies and turning hands into clouds" that Director Jin and Su Yu had back then.

Hmm, it's indeed... a bit addictive.

*(≥≤)o**

November 8, 2023, Wednesday, Start of Winter.

6:50 AM.

Sunlight broke free from the shackles of the clouds, passing through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, narrow, and warm beam of light in the room.

Accompanied by the sound of the alarm clock, Zhang Yan slowly opened her hazy eyes.

Following the routine of going to the bathroom and washing up.

When the cold water brushed across her cheeks, she finally woke up completely.

Returning to the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed.

Hesitating for a moment, she still picked up her phone and tapped on the chat box she had pinned to the top.

Her fingertips hovered over the screen for a long time, and she carefully typed a line: "Is it today's flight? When are you leaving?"

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

【Tang Song: "Yes, the ten o'clock flight this morning."】

Seeing the message, Zhang Yan's mood inevitably sank, like a pebble thrown into a deep well.

After replying with a caring remark, Zhang Yan squatted down and buried her face in Orange's warm fur.

Gently rubbing its head, her gaze dimmed.

Although she already had psychological expectations, when he was truly about to leave, it was inevitably a bit painful.

Perhaps it was the fear that after he returned to Yancheng, to that world that belonged to him.

Would the weak connection between them also become fragile as a result?

Just at this moment.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Zhang Yan was stunned. Who would come to knock on the door at this time?

She walked quickly to the door and looked out through the peephole.

Her almond eyes widened suddenly, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.

With a "click," she scrambled to open the door lock and pulled open the old anti-theft door with force.

"Tang, Tang Song, why are you—"

Outside the door, Tang Song, wearing a casual suit, was standing there quietly, looking at her with a smile. "Today is the Start of Winter." He lifted the bag he was carrying, his voice as warm as jade: "Let's eat some delicious dumplings together."

In the bag, one could vaguely see neatly arranged frozen dumplings.

Zhang Yan's mind went "boom," and all the worry and loss were instantly blown away by the huge surprise and emotion.

"Oh, oh, okay." She responded dully, stepping aside to let him in.

"Orange, good morning." Tang Song waved at the curious orange cat.

Zhang Yan took the bag from his hand, their fingers touching, and her face turned slightly red. "I, I'll go boil the dumplings."

After saying that, she walked quickly into the kitchen.

Before long, Tang Song also followed in, just leaning against the position near the door.

He looked at her with a smile, not saying a word.

Being watched so intently by him, Zhang Yan only felt her cheeks burning, her heartbeat so fast it was almost out of control.

Even the movements of boiling water and turning on the fire, which she was most proficient at on weekdays, became sluggish and clumsy.

After putting the water on to boil, she suddenly realized that she was still wearing a loose, old pajama set, and her hair looked messy because she had just woken up.

She said in a low, embarrassed voice: "I, I'll go change my clothes."

Then, she flew past Tang Song as if fleeing, and closed the bedroom door with a "bang."

After a good while, she finally walked out again.

She had changed into a magenta hoodie she had just bought online over the weekend, wearing it for the first time.

The soft color made her already fair skin look even more translucent, and the whole person looked like a peach, fresh and sweet.

Her hair had also been carefully combed.

"Really beautiful, this hoodie suits you very well." Tang Song praised her sincerely.

Zhang Yan blushed instantly, lowering her head as she went to the stove.

Soon, two plates of steaming dumplings were placed on the table.

Zhang Yan had also carefully prepared a chili vinegar dipping sauce.

The two sat opposite each other and began to eat.

While eating, Tang Song asked with concern about Zhou Hui's physical condition, and urged Zhang Yan to pay attention to rest herself and not be too tired.

This meal was eaten very slowly and quietly, but it was full of gentle warmth.

After finishing the dumplings, they drank a bowl of noodle soup.

Tang Song raised his wrist to check the time and said softly: "I have to leave for the airport."

This plain sentence instantly broke the warm atmosphere in the room.

"I'll see you off." Zhang Yan stood up almost immediately, her voice carrying an urgency she hadn't even noticed herself.

Tang Song picked up Orange and rubbed its furry head hard. "I'm leaving, Orange, bye-bye."

Walking out of the unit door.

The morning air was crisp and slightly cool, and the sunlight stretched their shadows very long.

Tang Song stopped and turned around. "Let's stop here. You go back and tidy up; it's time to go to the company."

Zhang Yan, however, stood there without moving.

She just raised her head and looked at him fixedly.

Those almond eyes, which were always habitually evasive, were now exceptionally stubborn, locking his figure firmly in place.

Her lips moved for a long time before she finally opened her mouth: "Take care, and—keep warm. The lowest temperature in Yancheng is only three degrees now."

Tang Song looked at her.

At this moment, she was standing in the morning light.

The breeze blew her soft short hair, revealing her smooth forehead and those clear eyes.

Her face carried the reluctance of parting, the worry of concern, and that liking that could not be hidden no matter what.

Tang Song's heart was bumped, and he opened his arms.

Zhang Yan's cheeks flushed, and after hesitating for a moment, she still stepped forward and gathered the courage to hug him gently.

Just as she was about to pull away, Tang Song suddenly lowered his head slowly.

"Ah!" Zhang Yan let out a low cry and closed her eyes tightly.

Immediately after, the soft, warm sensation came again.

Tang Song gently held her lips and sucked.

Gradually, his movements became more and more forceful.

Zhang Yan rested her hands on his chest, her body trembling constantly.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Zhang Yan seemed to still be immersed in it, her eyes hazy, her cheeks shockingly hot.

Their gazes met in the air.

Tang Song rubbed her head. "I really have to go. I'll come to see you and Auntie again in a while."

"Mm—goodbye—" Zhang Yan made a slight response from her throat.

"Goodbye." Tang Song couldn't help but kiss her burning cheek again before turning around.

Under Zhang Yan's gaze, he left, looking back every three steps.

Walking out of the residential complex gate, he sat into the Rolls-Royce that had been waiting on the side of the road.

The car door closed with a steady "bang," as if completely separating two completely different worlds.

Lin Empress Mu Xue, sitting on the other side, said softly: "Director Tang, shall we set off now?"

Her eyes were full of curiosity, but she was sensible enough not to ask more.

"Mm, let's go, back to Yancheng!" Tang Song let out a light breath and leaned against the soft seat back.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom started slowly.

The streetscape of Yangcheng flashed rapidly backward outside the window.

Those old, narrow streets full of the atmosphere of life were gradually replaced by the modern CBD lined with high-rise buildings, followed by the open fields and greenery along the airport expressway.

Tang Song's hand, not knowing when, had already naturally placed itself on the thigh of Little Xue, which was wrapped in top-tier black silk and had a shocking touch.

Gently, rhythmically rubbing.

Lin Empress Mu Xue's cheeks were slightly red, her legs rubbing gently, occasionally clamping Tang Song's hand, emitting a sticky nasal sound.

The gaze she directed at Tang Song was as if she were about to catch fire.

Last night, Tang Song still stayed with Wen Ruan; she had no chance to eat "Tang Song meat" at all.

When they got on the plane later, she would probably have to take a bite first to satisfy her craving.

Soon, the magnificent Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport slowly came into view.

After a two-week interval, Tang Song finally started his return journey.

After 9:00 AM, Shuocheng Technology.

Lulu returned from the pantry and saw Zhang Yan staring blankly at the computer screen, so she couldn't help but lean over.

Lowering her voice, she said through gritted teeth: "The more I think about it, the angrier I get! That dead pervert, Fatty Bai, is really shameless! I didn't sleep well all night last night; look at these dark circles under my eyes, they're almost falling to my chin!"

She had already received the formal offer from Nebula International and was going to start work next Monday.

But listening to Zhang Yan's description, unless they voluntarily gave up the performance bonuses of the past three months and that business trip expense that had never been reimbursed, they would be blocked.

Lulu knew clearly that when it really came to choosing one of the two, she would definitely choose Nebula International.

A job opportunity at a big company, and in a department with great development potential—this was an opportunity she had dreamed of grasping.

Even if she had to pay tens of thousands out of her own pocket to start the job, it would be worth it.

But the frustration and anger in her heart could not be suppressed no matter what.

Originally, the salary wasn't high, and it all relied on the performance pay earned by working overtime desperately, but now, look at this.

Zhang Yan listened to her low complaints, her gaze also a bit worried.

Although she had already prepared to fight back hard, she still couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy in her heart.

Just at this moment, a message popped up in the DingTalk work group.

【Content Director - Bai Rui: "@everyone, meeting in the conference room."】

Zhang Yan's expression tightened instantly; she let out a light breath and stood up.

The entire content department, including her and Lulu, actually only had eight people in total.

The atmosphere in the conference room was a bit oppressive, and many people secretly cast their gazes toward Zhang Yan.

After all, Bai Rui had shouted so loudly about yesterday afternoon's matter that it had already spread throughout the company.

No one expected that Zhang Yan, such an honest person, would be so tough.

"Creak—" The door of the conference room was pushed open, and Bai Rui's chubby figure walked in.

His expression was serious, and his gloomy gaze first swept over Zhang Yan before he sat down at the front position.

The air in the conference room became even more oppressive.

Zhang Yan sat in the corner, feeling restless.

In such an occasion, being the focus of everyone and facing her direct leader, deep down she still had some deep-rooted timidity.

"Alright, meeting." Bai Rui cleared his throat and placed his laptop on the table.

Everyone hurriedly sat up straight, looking straight ahead.

Bai Rui said: "First, let's talk about a new regulation. Starting today, everyone must submit a work daily report to me before getting off work every day, listing in detail all the work content, progress, and time spent that day! Ensure work saturation!"

As soon as these words came out, a suppressed, subtle gasp sounded in the conference room. A work daily report was the most typical tight-fitting spell used to torture employees; it was cumbersome and meaningless.

At most, it was just to let the big boss see it and feel that he, the director, was managing well.

Bai Rui paused and changed the subject: "Secondly, let's talk about the business project "Sea of Whale Fall." The marketing conversion rate last week was very unsatisfactory! It didn't even reach 60% of our KPI! The client is already very dissatisfied!"

He projected a data report onto the screen, with several items marked in red.

"Copywriting! Our copywriting has a big problem! The soft article isn't like a soft article, the grass-planting isn't like grass-planting; it has no appeal at all! The users simply don't buy it! Zhang Yan, you come and report. As the main writer of this project, you explain to us, why is the data so ugly? How exactly was your work done?"

Everyone's gaze focused on Zhang Yan again, full of sympathy and helplessness.

Everyone knew that for a book's marketing, copywriting was at most the lowest level; the early investment channels, mid-term publicity efforts, and late-stage reputation maintenance were the main elements affecting the final result.

Bai Rui's words clearly meant to dump all the blame on Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan's face turned pale, she took a deep breath, and slowly stood up.

After a moment of silence, she said: "Director Bai, the positioning of this project was problematic from the beginning, and the marketing budget was also cut in half halfway—"

Before she could finish her words.

Bai Rui slapped the table hard with a "bang," glaring at her with an oppressive gaze. "I asked you to come here,

not to dump the blame!"

Looking at Zhang Yan's appearance, he felt a burst of pleasure in his heart.

Just at this moment.

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

HR Chen Min poked her head in, with an excited and nervous expression, and said urgently: "Bai Rui, come out for a second!"

Bai Rui was interrupted, a trace of displeasure flashed on his face, but he still followed her out.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Min lowered her voice and said quickly: "Stop the meeting! Hurry up and let your people go back to their workstations! Wang Zong of Nebula International Group is coming to inspect our company soon, it's very important! You hurry up and let the employees perk up, work seriously, and make a good impression! This relates to our company's project next year!"

Bai Rui's eyes twitched, and he said in shock: "Pres, Wang Zong?! Which Wang Zong?"

"Who else could it be? The General Manager of the Yangcheng branch, Wang Zong Chongxian!"

Shuocheng Technology, as a second-tier agent in Nebula International Group's vast marketing ecosystem, could be said to rely entirely on the other party for survival.

All their core media resources and cooperation opportunities with top KOLs originated from Nebula International.

And many of the projects they took on were the "dirty and tiring work" that Nebula International had left over and outsourced layer by layer.

And this Wang Zong Chongxian was their biggest "financial backer."

Since the company was founded so many years ago, only some business manager had occasionally come to inspect.

Never expected that Wang Chongxian would actually come in person today!

Bai Rui's face flushed deep red instantly. "Okay! I know!"

After saying that, he turned and ran back to the conference room, saying in a loud voice: "The meeting for today ends here! Everyone pay attention, the company has an extremely important partner coming soon. Everyone! Perk up immediately, and show our best spirit!"

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, then realized the seriousness of the matter and stood up one after another to walk out.

Zhang Yan stood there, her lips pursed, her breathing slightly rapid.

The humiliation of being insulted in public just now still lingered in her heart.

Lulu held her hand and cursed in a low voice, sharing her hatred: "Don't take it to heart, that dead fatty is just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong; look at his fawning dog appearance now. Once I enter Nebula International Group, sooner or later, I'll make him kneel and beg us."

Seemingly thinking of that triumphant scene, Lulu became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes shining with excitement and hope.

She seemed to have already seen herself and Zhang Yan sitting in a wide, bright office in the future.

While the dead fatty was bowing and scraping outside the door, waiting to submit a cooperation proposal.

Of course, looking at it now, this fantasy was still a bit ethereal.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—" Her phone vibrated.

【Tang Song: "I'm on the plane, getting ready to set off."】

Zhang Yan bit her lip and hurriedly replied: "Mm, have a safe trip."

After sending the message, her mood instantly improved a lot.

Listening to Lulu's exaggerated and venting words in her ear, a smile gradually appeared on her face.

Returning to the office area.

The entire company was like a wound-up spring, entering a state of combat readiness.

Employees were either scrambling to tidy up their things or sitting upright and typing on their keyboards.

Even the big boss Li Yufei, who hadn't appeared for a long time, rushed back from outside in a hurry.

"Damn! Zhang Yan, look, look!" Lulu suddenly nudged Zhang Yan's arm and said excitedly: "So it's Nebula International Group!"

As she spoke, she pushed her phone screen in front of Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan looked, her gaze blank.

The company's small WeChat group had already exploded.

【Marketing - Zhao Yuan: "Heard from our director that it's Nebula International's leaders coming to re-examine our agency qualifications and communicate about the next deep cooperation. If it succeeds, our company can successfully extend its life!"】

【Finance - Li Mingmei: "I just got the news that it's the General Manager of Nebula International's Yangcheng branch leading the team! My god, this is awesome!"】

The news spread quickly, and a wave of uncontrollable discussion erupted in the small office area.

Now that the company was having business difficulties and rumors of layoffs were everywhere, people were in a panic.

If they could really climb up this towering tree of Nebula International and get more projects and budgets, that would be great news for everyone.

Lulu swallowed, excited: "It's the General Manager of our new company; I should have seen him from afar when I interviewed before, just not sure which one it is."

Zhang Yan nodded, her heart also tensing up nervously.

Approaching 10:00 AM.

From the direction of the office, several figures walked out.

Company boss Li Yufei, leading the Marketing Director, Marketing Director, and Content Director Bai Rui and others, walked out in a hurry.

Their faces were full of enthusiastic smiles.

Colleagues in the office area immediately restrained all small movements, and everyone perked up their spirits to the twelfth degree.

The entire space instantly became quiet enough to hear a pin drop, leaving only the sound of keyboard typing.

After waiting for three or four minutes, a somewhat chaotic sound of footsteps came from the front desk.

Everyone's gaze couldn't help but drift over secretly.

Immediately after, three unfamiliar figures, surrounded by Li Yufei and others, appeared at the entrance of the office area.

Two men and one woman, all wearing formal attire, with solemn expressions, looking full of aura.

Lulu excitedly nudged Zhang Yan's foot under the table, signaling wildly with her eyes; she had seen the man in the lead when she interviewed!

And the moment Zhang Yan saw the capable-looking young woman, the expression on her face froze suddenly.

Is that Sister Wen Ruan's assistant—Wang Dandan?!

This...

The messy sound of footsteps echoed in the small office area.

Li Yufei was in front, bending over. "Wang Zong, Assistant Wang, this is our company's content creation center, possessing the most professional copywriting team, having created blockbuster marketing cases for many well-known book brands..."

Just at this moment.

Wang Dandan's footsteps in the crowd suddenly stopped.

Her gaze landed on Zhang Yan, and a polite and enthusiastic smile appeared on her face. "Ms. Zhang Yan, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Accompanied by her movements, the others also stopped walking.

The sound of keyboard typing in the surroundings stopped at the same time.

Gazes full of shock, doubt, and disbelief focused on Zhang Yan all at once.

The smile on Bai Rui's face froze instantly, his pupils dilating in an instant.

Just now when they met at the door, Wang Chongxian had specially introduced that this Wang Dandan was the assistant to a director of Nebula International Group's headquarters, with a status that was incredibly noble.

Yet she actually took the initiative to greet Zhang Yan, and so enthusiastically.

What is going on?!

Zhang Yan stood up almost reflexively. "Assistant, Assistant Wang, hello."

Li Yufei was stunned, then asked in surprise and confusion, "This is an employee of our company, do you know her?"

Wang Dandan just nodded faintly toward Li Yufei, as a response.

Then she turned to the side, facing Wang Chongxian beside her, and said in a tone of introducing an important figure: "Wang Zong, this is Ms. Zhang Yan, whom Director Wen specially instructed about. She will officially join our company next, serving as the Senior Content Cooperation Manager of the 【Content Ecosystem Cooperation Department】."

Hearing Wang Dandan's introduction, Wang Chongxian's shrewd eyes lit up instantly.

A brilliant smile appeared on his face. "Hello, Manager Zhang, nice to meet you! Our upcoming cooperation with Shuocheng Technology just happens to need a person in charge who understands content creation and is familiar with the supplier situation to act as a gatekeeper. This is just great! Director Wen has helped us solve a big problem!"

Boom—Zhang Yan transformed into a "financial backer" on the spot.

The entire office area seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.

The expression on Bai Rui's face froze, cracked, and finally collapsed completely.

A cold, bone-chilling chill surged from his tailbone, instantly spreading through his limbs and bones.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and the shirt on his back was completely soaked through with cold sweat in just a few seconds. ===== CHAPTER 592 =====

His legs began to tremble slightly, beyond his control, and within a few short seconds, the shirt on his back was thoroughly soaked through with cold sweat.