Chapter 950: New Employee Onboarding

In Gelin ’s eyes, a face of indescribable beauty suddenly appeared, fleeting as a dream so enchanting yet impossible to hold.

Lu Mi’an had reverted to his male form, his gaze returning to the surveillance screens.

After a few seconds, Gelin remarked with deep feeling:

“When I reviewed the personnel files, I thought a 22-year-old with a 7-year-old son would make an ideal mother—definitely worth pursuing. But who knew? Haha, no surprise—he’s a Son of God.”

Not falsifying my background data has unexpected advantages… Who could’ve foreseen this… Lu Mi’an had to admit some things lie beyond the “conspirator’s” expectations.

Suddenly, Gelin stood up and left the surveillance room.

Just seconds later, the cameras inside the room resumed normal operation.

Not long after, the security guard who had gone to the restroom shuffled back and sat beside Lu Mi’an.

He whispered:

“Has the captain come by?”

He meant Xu Xinyang, captain of Security Team Two.

“No,” Lu Mi’an answered sincerely.

At the same time, he silently added in his mind:

The captain didn’t come—but the director did.

Just then, Lu Mi’an’s phone vibrated.

He turned his body, facing away from his colleague, and discreetly pulled out his phone, unlocked the screen, and glanced:

The vibration came from a WeChat friend request—the sender was “Intis Group, Gelin .”

After accepting, Lu Mi’an immediately browsed Gelin ’s Moments.

The latest post from this Intis Group security director read:

“Children matter more than money; descendants matter more than work.”

It was accompanied by nine photos, each featuring a different child.

Lu Mi’an scrolled quickly and found Gelin ’s Moments had only one theme: sharing his children.

“No wonder he’s the Mother’s Chosen… ‘The Fool’’s subconscious perception is still too conservative—only gave him nine kids. Hmm, but it must align with the Dream City’s daily reality…” Lu Mi’an locked his screen, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and began considering how to leverage Gelin ’s connection.

He planned to ask next time, in the tone of a superior’s evaluation: what he’d been doing lately, and how well he’d done it.

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On the tenth floor, in a small private office of Intis Group’s Administration Department.

Under the guidance of a personnel department employee, Fulanka met Zhang Qing, deputy head of the Administration Department.

He had also been one of the interviewers.

Zhang Qing glanced at Fulanka several times and felt a flicker of surprise—though this was measured against her state during the interview.

He could only say her figure was truly excellent, perfectly suited to her outfit.

Yet even as he felt a touch of surprise, Zhang Qing’s head began to ache.

He feared Luo Fu, this new employee, might grow overconfident and fixate on Huang Zong, hoping instead she’d quietly, diligently do her job and ease the burden on him and others.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qing couldn’t help sigh inwardly.

This was his daily state—facing beautiful women of every style daily; as a man, emotional and desire-driven fluctuations were inevitable, but knowing any one of them might become Huang Zong’s mistress, he had to suppress himself entirely, showing not the slightest sign of deviation, while these women constantly bickered, fought, and came crying to his office demanding mediation.

It left him exhausted daily, as if his spirit had already withered.

Namo Amitabha Buddha… Zhang Qing muttered to himself, then followed procedure to explain the office’s daily routines and precautions, concluding:

“I’ll assign you an experienced employee to guide you; your desk will be near hers.”

Fulanka volunteered:

“Could it be Luo Shan? We live close, we already know each other, and she’s the one who made me eager to join this company.”

Before officially starting, Fulanka had decided what image to project at Intis Group: naive, honest, cheerful, occasionally careless with her words—a fresh recruit.

She believed that if she didn’t overthink, just acted naturally as in daily life, she could convincingly play this role.

Zhang Qing nodded slightly, his expression relaxing:

“Fine.”

He stood and led Fulanka out of the small office, introducing her to other staff in the Administration Department.

Fulanka saw beautiful women everywhere—each striving to highlight her own style: fresh, glamorous, pure-and-sexy—giving the impression of a blooming garden.

Upon seeing Fulanka , all of them grew wary at first; after a few seconds of scrutiny, their expressions softened.

Some gave perfunctory greetings, then turned to their makeup mirrors to fix their faces; others warmly chatted with Fulanka , already planning to offload some work onto this newcomer.

Fulanka , having managed many dancers, was utterly unfazed by such scenes, moving naturally and gracefully with Zhang Qing through the department.

Seeing this, Zhang Qing gave an almost imperceptible nod:

She really does have three years of work experience… her previous job evaluation was excellent…

Hmm, after seeing so many star-like beauties, she probably won’t harbor any unrealistic fantasies anymore?

Fulanka noticed that roughly half the staff in the Administration Department worked seriously—among them were also many strikingly beautiful women. Some were here purely for Intis Group’s high salary, uninterested in Huang Zong, not expecting any favor, preferring career advancement and self-validation over becoming his mistress; others aimed to project a competent, professional image—perhaps Huang Zong had recently taken a liking to this type?

After introducing Fulanka to the department staff, Zhang Qing stopped beside Luo Shan’s desk and nodded slightly:

“Luo Shan is in the foreign trade department handling something; she’ll be back soon. Since you know each other, no need for me to introduce you.”

“Oh, Director Ai is hosting guests right now, not in the office—I’ll introduce you later.”

Director Ai referred to Edward, vice president of Intis Group, overseeing administration and commerce.

Hosting guests? The one mentioned in the Major Arcana’s data—Zarathustra? He’s likely a servant of the Heavenly Sovereign, the “Fortune Teller” Path angel suspected of possessing “Loki”… Fulanka replied to Zhang Qing with thoughtful silence.

She then sat at a desk near Luo Shan’s, tucking her legs beneath it.

This restored a sense of security; the faint shame receded.

After Zhang Qing left, Fulanka sat in her seat, glancing around the bright, clean Administration Department, silently murmuring:

“So this is what work is like?”

During the days after her transmigration, living off the original body’s savings, she’d known she couldn’t just live off her savings—but she didn’t know the original’s skills, and the original had no academic credentials; she could only find jobs as a waitress or kitchen helper, then quit within days because she couldn’t stomach the merchants’ conscience, refusing to sell fakes or assist in deceiving innocents, often fired either voluntarily or involuntarily, rarely lasting a full month, sometimes nearly beaten.

To her, it was no different from internships or summer jobs in university; now, for the first time in true earnest, she was working—especially in this Dream City, so similar to her world before transmigration.

While observing naturally, Fulanka noticed the paintings on Luo Shan’s desk.

Her heart suddenly skipped:

“Luo Shan’s home paintings were cleared away, but these are still here…”

After brief deliberation, Fulanka stood, walked to Luo Shan’s desk, tore down every painting she could, and tossed even the unremovable items into the trash.

Just as she finished, she felt eyes on her, turned quickly, and saw a young man standing in the aisle near Luo Shan’s desk.

He wore plain glasses, a shirt of three interwoven colors, had a slightly handsome face and sharply defined chin—it was Zhou Mingrui.

Fuck… I’ve directly encountered ‘The Fool’’s dream image… Seeing Zhou Mingrui’s puzzled expression, Fulanka quickly explained:

“Luo Shan asked me to clean these up.”

Zhou Mingrui glanced at the trash containing the paintings and items, murmuring as if to himself:

“Luo Shan asked you to throw them out?”

He casually scanned her shoe heels, thinking inwardly:

Such low heels—she’s already a bit taller than me…

Fulanka nodded vigorously:

“Yes.”

Zhou Mingrui withdrew his gaze and smiled politely:

“Where’s Luo Shan? I need to speak with her.”

“She’s in the foreign trade department handling something,” Fulanka repeated Zhang Qing’s words.

“I see…” Zhou Mingrui asked next, “Were you transferred here from another department? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“I just joined,” Fulanka answered honestly.

Seeing Zhou Mingrui’s gaze instinctively shift toward Luo Shan’s desk, Fulanka suppressed her nervousness and smiled naturally:

“Luo Shan and I are neighbors—we knew each other before. She asked me to clear these paintings before she left; she doesn’t want them anymore.”

“Doesn’t want them anymore…” Zhou Mingrui repeated softly, asking in a colleague’s tone, “Did Luo Shan refer you?”

“No,” Fulanka said with quiet pride, “I got in on my own merit.”

Then, with a teasing tone, she added:

“Maybe the Administration Department’s been busy lately—needing more people who can actually get things done.”

She didn’t want ‘The Fool’’s dream image to think she was a gold-digger.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhou Mingrui left the Administration Department and returned to his side.

Fulanka sat back down, quietly exhaling:

Thank goodness I’ve been hardened by the Black Witch—did ‘The Fool,’ uh, Zhou Mingrui, notice I was nervous just now?

It’s normal to be nervous—after all, I was caught throwing away a colleague’s belongings behind her back…

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Inside the Security Department.

Lu Mi’an took the opportunity to go to the restroom, pulled out his phone, and opened the chat with Anderson Hu De.

The chat interface still lingered on the initial greeting message.

(End of Chapter)