Chapter 1780: A Twist in the Tale

Sheng Hanyu was very cautious about this matter.

They had already discussed it many times, but he had not given a clear indication of whether he would do it or not.

It just so happened that Sheng Hanyu went to inspect another place today, so Zihan hosted the people from the Ministry of Commerce.

Zihan was very enthusiastic; he invited them into the office and served tea and water himself, being extremely attentive.

He beat around the bush, simply refusing to say whether he would invest or not!

People in business have seen plenty of old foxes.

It is truly rare to see an "old fox" who is clearly not very old yet handles things so slickly.

Zihan beat around the bush and said quite a bit, and the people from the Ministry of Commerce understood.

It turned out he had a brother interning at the Ministry of Commerce, working as a tea-serving boy, and he hoped he could help look after him.

Is this even a thing?

He could be made a permanent employee in a minute, so the visitor agreed immediately and asked for his brother's name in passing.

"Sheng Zirui."

"Sheng Zirui?"

The Office Director understood in an instant; he also had the surname Sheng, and his name contained "Zi"—this was not just a brother with a good relationship, but a biological brother.

His brain went "Boom—" and exploded.

Good heavens, it turned out that a young master of the Sheng Family was an intern at the Ministry of Commerce, and he had been completely unaware.

He immediately took full responsibility, first praising Zirui to the skies, and then guaranteeing he would be promoted.

He didn't need to guarantee it; promoting Zirui was already a predetermined matter, and it would be a waste not to take advantage of such a convenient favor.

Zihan was very satisfied.

After he left Dingsheng, he originally wanted to report this shocking news to the Minister upon returning, but then he thought, no!

The Minister must know; it turned out only he was being kept in the dark. If the Minister didn't even mention such a thing, then Sheng Zirui wouldn't stay in the position of Secretary for too long.

Would he threaten his own position?

The Office Director broke out in a cold sweat; he definitely would, is there even any need to doubt that?

Before he returned to his unit, he already had other plans.

The Ministry of Commerce was mysterious from top to bottom, and staff in every office were whispering to each other.

This earth-shattering piece of gossip left everyone stunned.

The office pantry of the Foreign Investment Department actually hid a young master with an extremely deep background, and this person was Sheng Zirui, that diligent intern.

For a time, people in the office were saying all sorts of things.

"Have you heard? Little Sheng in the pantry is a young master of Dingsheng, and it turns out he's the predetermined Heir."

"Of course I've heard about such a big thing."

"I said it, didn't I? Who could intern in our department without some kind of background?"

"This isn't just 'some kind of background,' the background is too powerful."

"Exactly, and you were still bossing Little Sheng around. You should be more polite in the future and try to get on his good side."

"You have the nerve to say that to me? Aren't you the same? Everyone in our office is the same. It's over, it's over; if we're held a grudge against, our days won't be easy in the future. We might even be transferred and put on the shelf..."

"Being put on the shelf is being polite; it's not impossible to be transferred out of the Ministry of Commerce..."

People discussed it endlessly, and besides "reflecting" on themselves, they immediately took action to make amends!

Zirui went to the pantry to work as usual, but before he could even start, a large number of people flooded into the pantry.

"Little Sheng, I'll pour my own coffee today."

"Right, right, you take a break; you've worked hard these days."

"These are snacks from downstairs, have a taste."

Sheng Zirui:...

His colleagues had suddenly become enthusiastic, and it was an abnormal kind of enthusiasm.

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon.

"What's wrong with you all? This is my job, it's not hard work."

But nothing he said was of any use; the work in his hands was still snatched away.

The people from the office didn't do their own work, but instead were all performing diligently in front of Sheng Zirui.

Some were cleaning the glass, some were wiping the tables... His work had all been carved up, and he was pressed into a chair, unable to move.

For the entire afternoon, Sheng Zirui had nothing to do and was treated like an ancestor.

It was only missing a plaque and three sticks of incense placed in front of him.

Near the end of the workday, Minister Kang came to the pantry in person: "Little Sheng, come to my office for a moment."

"Alright."

The two arrived at the office, and Minister Kang's expression was displeased: "Close the door."

Zirui closed the door and stood in front of the Minister's desk.

"Do you know why I asked you to come here?"

"Yes, because my identity was exposed. Minister, I'm not quite sure how it happened, but it wouldn't be difficult to investigate." He looked indifferent, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

Minister Kang was very satisfied with this performance.

His attitude also softened quite a bit: "Sit down, tell me your thoughts."

Zirui said: "My brother came to the unit to pick me up a couple of days ago. I think someone must have seen us together and guessed our relationship."

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Minister Kang shook his head: "You guessed wrong. You are a talent, but you are still too young and need to be tempered."

"I want to transfer you to a more arduous environment for training; do you have any objections?"

Zirui's expression did not change: "I have no objections."

"Good, then it is settled; you may go out."

The next day.

An even more explosive piece of news spread through the Ministry of Commerce!

Sheng Zirui had been transferred away; it was not a promotion, but a genuine demotion!

He was transferred out of the Ministry of Commerce to serve as a Village Chief in a famous poverty-stricken village in the west.

It is nothing unusual for a university graduate to be a village official, but Zirui is a young master of Dingsheng, yet he was sent down to a remote mountain village to be a Village Chief; this could not help but make people gossip.

"Do you know where Phoenix Town is?"

"I don't know, never heard of it."

"Do you know?"

"I know, I looked it up... it's a famous poverty-stricken area; poor mountains and treacherous rivers breed unruly people. Even if young Sheng has more ability, he will still come back crying."

"I estimate he won't cry; he will resign!"

"Exactly, if it were me, I would resign. Why go to that godforsaken place? It would be so much better to stay at his own family's company and live the good life..."

The gazes cast by people included those pitying him, those sympathizing with him, and those gloating over his misfortune; there were all kinds.

But not a single person was buttering him up like they were yesterday.

There was no need; who would be bored enough to go and butter up someone who was about to become a Village Chief?

Zirui turned a deaf ear to these discussions, as if he hadn't heard them at all.

He went about his usual business in the office, serving tea and water, placing everyone's drinks accurately in front of them; even if he didn't need to come to work tomorrow, he still had to stand his final watch.

The time to get off work arrived; he took a look at the spotlessly cleaned pantry, closed the door, and was startled when he turned around.

Since when were so many people standing behind him?

They were all the "big shots" he usually served tea and water to; these people were usually high and mighty, yesterday... well, yesterday's events didn't count.

Today, everyone was holding a gift in their hands.