It's just that they have money.

The next day.

"How were the results?"

Fang Chen was both amused and exasperated by Zhang Zhenghao's concern.

Aside from their interactions at the gym, this was the first time he and Luo Shanshan had met privately, and it wasn't even a date, so what could possibly happen?

If you're looking for a one-night stand, it wouldn't happen in a situation like last night.

Moreover, one-night stands come and go quickly, and Fang Chen doesn't want to always seek long-term partners.

Frequently changing partners, whether physical or emotional, can easily lead to a loss of the ability to love and be loved.

After thinking for a moment, he replied, "No gains."

Zhang Zhenghao sent a thumbs-down emoji.

Fang Chen ignored him and got up to make breakfast.

I went out yesterday and didn't have time to buy fresh meat and vegetables. The refrigerator only has noodles, luncheon meat, and some wilted greens.

Fang Chen cooked some vegetarian noodles for himself, then cooked some porridge and sliced ​​and fried luncheon meat for Luo Shanshan to eat when she woke up.

It's okay if these two things get cold; just heat them up.

Not long after Fang Chen finished eating, the guest room door creaked open, and a head peeked out from behind it.

Luo Shanshan, whose hair was a little messy after a night's sleep, asked, "Um, do you have a comb and some clothes I can wear?"

After thinking for a moment, Fang Chen replied, "I have a comb and a shirt, but I'm afraid I don't have any pants that would fit you."

"Oh..." Luo Shanshan looked slightly embarrassed, her cheeks twitching from side to side. "Could you send me this address? I want to order some takeout and buy a pair of trousers."

"Let's eat first."

Fang Chen served the hot porridge and egg pancakes and placed them on the dining table. He also handed her a comb and his own hoodie.

Luo Shanshan took the sweatshirt and put it on. The wide hem of the sweatshirt almost reached her knees, making her figure look even more petite.

"Why is it luncheon meat?!" Luo Shanshan said, combing her hair and looking at the breakfast on the table with a hint of resistance in her voice.

As a fitness instructor, she would never eat processed foods like luncheon meat.

It is high in saturated fat, high in salt, and has a moderate protein content.

Plain congee is also a refined carbohydrate.

In short, neither of these two things were in her recipes.

Fang Chen asked helplessly, "Don't you usually eat indulgent meals?"

"Fitness is a long-term endeavor; once you slack off, all your hard work can be wasted."

But looking at those few slices of golden luncheon meat, Rosanne's throat involuntarily moved.

Yesterday I was in so much pain that I couldn't eat, and now my stomach is completely empty. The aroma of food is indeed quite tempting.

Fang Chen asked in confusion, "So what do you usually eat?"

Luo Shanshan sat down at the table and replied, "For breakfast, whole wheat bread, oatmeal, unsweetened yogurt, and low-sugar fruit."

Imagining what these things would taste like, Fang Chen quickly shook his head in his mind: "Do you like eating these things?"

"well enough."

Fang Chen knew she was used to the food, so he couldn't help but advise, "It's better not to suppress yourself too much. Happiness is the most important thing. Eat whatever you like."

Luo Shanshan hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up her chopsticks, took a small piece of luncheon meat, and put it in her mouth.

"How is it?" Fang Chen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's alright," Luo Shanshan mumbled, taking another small sip of porridge. "But my job is to be a fitness instructor. If I only eat what I like every day and can't maintain a good figure, no one will sign up for my classes."

Fang Chen chuckled. The two of them had talked about this topic before. Because of her short stature, very few people took her private lessons.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

"Speaking of which," Fang Chen tried to steer the conversation, "what did you study in college?"

"Secretarial Studies"

"Huh?" Fang Chen had never heard of this subject before.

While eating, Luo Shanshan answered, "It mainly involves applied writing and file management. My family helped me choose my major, along with other majors like Chinese Language and Literature and Political Science. Basically, it was all to prepare for the civil service exam. I got into Secretarial Studies, but that's not my area of ​​interest at all."

"I see."

Upon first hearing the name "Secretary Study," Fang Chen assumed it simply meant working as a secretary for company bosses.

But Luo Shanshan then explained secretarial studies in detail, and he realized that this major is now developing towards employment in government agencies and enterprises.

Fang Chen then thought of the system's task of recruiting personal assistants.

He recently learned that these personal assistants earn between 30 and 100 million yuan annually, and have extremely high requirements.

You need to be knowledgeable in accounting and finance, as well as law, and have high emotional intelligence.

More importantly, one must not overstep the bounds.

"And what about you?" Luo Shanshan's question interrupted Fang Chen's thoughts.

"Financial management; I worked in an accounting firm for three years before resigning."

"Oh." Luo Shanshan didn't know how to respond.

Neither of them knew much about the other's major, so they couldn't continue the conversation on that topic.

Suddenly, Luo Shanshan discovered the key point.

Even partners in accounting firms don't earn particularly high annual incomes, let alone someone of Fang Chen's age who is unlikely to be a partner.

And I just said it was a resignation.

But Fang Chen bought over 100,000 yuan worth of private lessons for a year without even blinking.

"Uh..." Luo Shanshan had many questions in her mind, but she was too embarrassed or inappropriate to ask them.

Fang Chen saw Luo Shanshan's hesitant expression and understood her confusion, but he did not point it out.

He gathered the empty bowls in the kitchen, washing them while pondering the matter of finding a personal assistant, and ultimately decided to leave professional matters to professionals.

With this in mind, he immediately began contacting headhunting firms.

Finding a company wasn't difficult; he had previously worked on a case for a headhunting firm at the firm, and he still had their contact information on WeChat.

Fang Chen didn't contact them directly via WeChat, but instead called from a different number to explain his needs.

The headhunter's feedback came faster than Luo Shanshan's takeout order.

"Mr. Fang, hello, this is Li Mei from Zhuoyue Headhunting. Regarding the personal assistant candidates you entrusted us to find, based on your initial requirements, we have shortlisted several candidates who seem to fit the criteria. We would like to discuss with you whether further interviews are necessary?"

A capable female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Fang Chen gestured to Luo Shanshan to do as she pleased, then spoke into the phone: "Manager Li, I need to emphasize a few points. Besides the professional skills and experience I mentioned earlier, I highly value a candidate's learning ability, adaptability, and professional ethics. Background checks must be conducted very thoroughly; I don't want any potential risks."

"Understood, Mr. Fang. We will definitely follow your requirements strictly. We have initially determined that two candidates may be closer to your core needs. I will send their resumes to your email address."

"Sure," Fang Chen said, impressed by the other party's efficiency. "Also, please send me the candidates' detailed information, including their main past achievements and reasons for leaving their previous jobs. I'll look at it as soon as possible and get back to you. Let's schedule the interviews for next week; I'll contact you after I confirm the specific time."

"Okay, Mr. Fang, I'll prepare and send it right away. I look forward to your feedback."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Chen glanced at Luo Shanshan, who was idly waiting for her takeout, and wondered if he should take her out for lunch later.

[The task of hiring a personal assistant has been completed. The reward of 2000 million yuan has been claimed. Please check your account.]

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No, is this considered early payment of wages?

Fang Chen ignored these thoughts and instead sent a message to Zhang Zhenghao: "I said I won again, and doubled the prize, do you believe me?"

"Damn it! What did you get this time?!"