Simultaneous Time Travel: Living in the Primordial World, Freebies Welcome!

Chapter 72 The Path to Resurrection!

City D, Nanocore Co., Ltd.

This is a company that Qian Chen established specifically for the Nano Vanguard project. It is also used to conduct special research and development projects in conjunction with the military, such as micro wormhole teleportation technology and the GA01 artificial intelligence combat assistance system.

The CEO's office.

As the name suggests, this is the CEO's office room.

Qian Chen lay back in the leather chair, flipping through the personal information of "Lin Huamei," a new employee in the secretarial office.

The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong!

Is this information definitely not a joke?

Bang! Qian Chen threw the folder directly onto the desk.

"Secretary Kim, stop picking up the pen under the table! Come out and stand properly! I have something to ask you."

The CEO has spoken, how could the secretary dare to disobey?

She quickly gave up searching for the Montblanc pen that had fallen under the desk, nimbly crawled out from under the desk, skillfully straightened her clothes, wiped away the slightly messy lipstick from the corner of her mouth without leaving a trace, and stood up straight with composure, revealing her curvaceous figure.

"Mr. Qian, what can I do for you?"

Out of courtesy to his subordinate, Qian Chen straightened his clothes, sat up straight, and asked with a serious expression, "Secretary Jin, you've been with me for a long time, and I've always noticed your work ethic and am very satisfied with you. But I don't understand why you would make such a basic mistake this time?"

"Memorize the five basic requirements for hiring a secretary!"

Secretary Kim's expression turned serious; she knew her boss was truly angry this time. She quickly replied, "School beauty, yoga skills, talent, ability, and most importantly, loyalty to money!"

Qian Chen tapped the table and pointed to the documents belonging to Lin Huamei: "So, do you think she meets the requirements?"

Secretary Jin pouted upon hearing this, explaining with a wronged expression, "Wasn't this what you requested back then? At that time, online opinions were criticizing you for only hiring campus beauties, so to avoid suspicion, we set up a separate voting channel, allowing individuals to nominate themselves and accepting online votes. The person with the highest total votes each year would be directly hired into our group's secretariat—"

Qian Chen stroked his chin, asking suspiciously, "Her?"

"No. 1 in overall online votes for the whole year?"

"Hiss—have this generation of netizens changed their tastes?"

Secretary Kim shrugged, indicating that she couldn't do anything about it.

"I've checked the backend data, and there's no possibility of vote rigging. According to the data feedback, Lin Huamei has been incredibly lucky lately, always managing to ride the wave of trending topics, which has caused her popularity to skyrocket in a short period of time. Many netizens, just for fun, have elevated her to a level that doesn't belong to her at all —"

"After all, you are just too dazzling!"

By the end, Secretary Kim's eyes were shining!

Qian Chen nodded slightly.

As expected of my favorite Secretary Kim!

"Hmm...it's also possible that this year's netizens want to send you a uniquely styled assistant."

Emotional value is always maximized!

However, there's something strange about Lin Huamei's situation!

Qian Chen touched his chin.

He sensed a conspiracy brewing.

He naturally knew that Lin Huamei was a Miss Lin.

Logically speaking, without croton oil, Lin Huamei would probably just be a vain and materialistic woman, and she would probably never have crossed paths with him in this lifetime.

However, Secretary Jin's comment, "Lin Huamei's luck has been incredible lately," reminded Qian Chen of some vague memories. "If I remember correctly, Miss Lin's luck suddenly improved after she met Lu Fa, which eventually led her to successfully enter the Ba Wang Group and become Ba Dou's secretary?"

Could it be that—

Qian Chen immediately became interested.

If Brother Lufa were to deliver himself to our doorstep...

Then don't blame me for being impolite!

"Since it's the kind gesture of the netizens, let's accept her for now! Let her work under the president's secretary and receive a salary. Her office will be located next to the president's office. She won't be responsible for company affairs anyway, and I doubt she'd do them, so let's not let her mess things up! She can come to work on time every day, clock in, and just stay in the office drinking tea and reading the newspaper!"

Secretary Jin bowed slightly and replied with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Qian. I'll go arrange it right away! Should I call the assistants in to assign tasks now? They must be getting impatient—"

Qian Chen blinked and nodded in agreement.

Employees being too enthusiastic about their work can also be a problem!

What else can we do?

I guess I'll just have to ask the boss to give me a lot of guidance!

Inside the meeting room.

Lin Huamei waited anxiously for the notification.

She's been inexplicably lucky lately. On a whim, she signed up for the "Billionaire's Secretary Self-Recommendation" competition and somehow became number one on the list for the year, receiving a job offer.

Today, Lin Huamei heard that the big boss was coming to inspect the work and specifically asked to review her personal information. She was so frightened that she was distracted all day.

She had just received a private message from the president's assistant, Secretary Jin, asking her to come to the conference room for a private meeting to discuss her future work arrangements, which made her very anxious.

After all, family members know their own affairs!

If it weren't for a stroke of luck, Lin Huamei would have been a complete waste of talent; apart from her decent looks and figure, she was utterly useless.

"Hiss—are they going to fire me outright?"

"No way! This is a job offer with a million-dollar annual salary!"

Lin Huamei became increasingly frightened as she thought about it, and almost burst into tears.

The conference room door creaked open in response.

Secretary Kim walked in gracefully from outside the door, like a queen surveying her territory. She slightly raised her frameless gold-rimmed glasses, smiling as she scrutinized Lin Huamei, seemingly trying to see through her.

"Secretary Kim!"

Lin Huamei stood up nervously.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Secretary Kim smiled gently, her every word and action like a breath of fresh air. "We'll be colleagues from now on, sit down and let's chat."

As the saying goes, two women make a drama.

However, Lin Huamei and Secretary Kim are clearly not on the same level; Secretary Kim dominates the entire time.

"Confirmed again! This girl is definitely a noob!"

"No threat—let's just keep it as a mascot!"

While carrying out Qian Chen's instructions, Secretary Jin also had her own set of evaluation standards, and unsurprisingly, she categorized Lin Huamei as someone with no value whatsoever.

No! It's not necessarily worthless!

In certain special circumstances, perhaps she could also share some of the burden from President Qian's attacks.

No! It's Mr. Qian's anger!

"So now you understand what your job entails?"

Lin Huamei nodded repeatedly, "I completely understand!"

"There shouldn't be any difficulties, right?"

Lin Huamei nodded repeatedly again: "Absolutely not!"

Secretary Kim, having completed her task, offered her usual words of advice: "Miss Lin, you are a very lucky girl—"

"But promise me, you must not let Mr. Qian down!"

"Okay?"

Lin Huamei nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

She responded to Secretary Kim verbally, but her mind was already wandering to the antique painting she had bought a few days ago.

Ever since I bought the painting, almost everything I've ever wanted has come true.

Lin Huamei made her decision.

She's going to go back tonight and put that painting up for posterity!

May her wishes come true and may she successfully become a wife!

Thinking of this, Lin Huamei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you grinning about?" Secretary Kim asked, frowning.

Lin Huamei shuddered, suddenly snapped out of her daze, and hurriedly bowed her head to admit her mistake, saying, "I'm sorry, Secretary Jin."

I—I'm so happy! I accidentally lost my composure—"

Secretary Kim shook her head and sighed helplessly.

Oh well! Anyway, I'm just raising a mascot!

Don't get angry, don't get angry, no one can take your place if you get sick from getting angry!

"By the way, Mr. Qian said your name is too rustic!"

"Do you have any ideas about changing your name?"

Lin Huamei's eyes lit up upon hearing this, as if something had touched her heart. She quickly replied, "Yes, I have an idea! I've wanted to change to a more stylish English name for a long time—Miss. From now on, I'll be MissLin. Secretary Jin, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Secretary Kim's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Even with her composure, she could hardly contain herself and found it difficult to comment on Lin Huamei's simple and crude method of changing her name.

"That's great—as long as you're happy, Misslin!"

"The logistics department will print uniform business cards. Remember to update your personal information on the intranet."

"Welcome to the company! Well then—see you tomorrow!"

Secretary Kim walked away without looking back!

So, Lin Huamei—no, she should be called Miss Lin now—was left alone in the conference room, excitedly dancing around.

But after the excitement comes endless emptiness!

At that moment, she remembered the ancient painting in her home!

Suddenly I felt incredibly confident!

Once she becomes the boss's wife, she will make sure that Secretary Kim, who is prettier, more outstanding, and more elegant than her, personally serves her tea and water and acts like a servant!

But what Misslin didn't know was...

Just as she was indulging in fantasies of rising to power, an uninvited guest arrived at her dilapidated rented room and was chatting with the ancient painting she had been longing for.

Inside the rental house.

The ugly general pretended to appreciate the ancient painting in front of him. Now possessed by the evil wood, he was no longer the ignorant man he once was, and he saw through the mystery hidden in the painting at a glance.

"Hey guys, come out and take a look! This person looks so familiar! Is it some old acquaintance?"

"Oh! Isn't this the once invincible General Lufa? Tsk—how come he's reduced to nothing but a piece of cloth?"

"Isn't this normal? When a hero's career falters, of course he'll die a more tragic death! It's truly heartbreaking to see! Come here and let your big sister give you a hug—let your big sister take good care of you!"

"You disgusting person! Lufa was once the commander-in-chief of the Ares Legion, after all. He can be killed but not humiliated! Why don't you humiliate him even more?"

"Hahaha—he deserved it! Back then, the Emperor wanted to recruit him, promising him the title of Lord of the Galaxy, but he was too arrogant and stubborn, and even blew up our Shadow Star! Now he knows he regrets it, doesn't he?"

Faced with the sarcasm of the Shadow Five Guardians, Lu Fa simply stopped hiding and flew out as a wisp of gray mist.

"A bunch of defeated opponents dare to spout such nonsense?"

"When I am resurrected, if you really have the guts, don't run away!"

Upon hearing this, Chou Jiang raised his hand and waved it, and the other four Shadow Guardians immediately fell silent, ceasing their joking and laughing.

"General Lufa, I'm not joking with you anymore!"

"Some special circumstances have arisen—"

"On this planet, a powerful being has appeared whom neither of us can defeat alone. My lord, the Shadow Emperor, has issued a decree: if Mr. Lufa is willing to cooperate, we can help you resurrect, and even help you take revenge on King Peer—"

Lufa fell into deep thought. With his experience, he was long past the age of engaging in verbal battles and only cared about his own interests.

What do I need to give in return?

"All you need to do is throw yourself into the darkness—"

"The future ruler of the galaxy!"

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