The pushover offended a top-tier boss

"I'm telling you two, a big leader is coming later, so you must smile, maintain your image, and don't make any mistakes!"

Vice President Liu Jian stood in the corridor, repeatedly giving instructions to the two people in front of him.

Ye Zhenzhen looked down at the red ceremonial cheongsam she was wearing and felt a tightness in her chest.

The cheongsam was rented by the school, and the size wasn't quite right. It was so tight she could barely breathe. And with the buttons still fastened at her chest, she had a constant feeling that it might burst open at any moment.

Standing next to me was a new female teacher from the Department of Pharmaceutical Sciences named Lin Xiao. She was thin and petite, and wearing the same cheongsam made her look like she was wearing a sack.

With the world people.

While waiting in the wings, Lin Xiao took out her phone and calmly scrolled through it.

Ye Zhenzhen also took out her phone and couldn't help but complain to her boyfriend Meng Chen:

I've never seen such a stingy school! They can't even afford to spend 200 yuan to hire a hostess, they make the teachers do it themselves! Unbelievable!

[Will I have to work as a hostess and sleep with clients in the future?]

Just after it was sent out, a message popped up in the work group:

List of intermediate-level teachers for this year.

She swiped her finger, clicked on it, and counted from the beginning to the end, then from the end to the beginning.

Twice.

The name "Ye Zhenzhen" is still missing.

However, Ms. Chen, who had only been in the office for a year, was on the list.

In an instant, a burst of fire shot up to the top of his head.

After graduating with her master's degree, Ye Zhenzhen passed the exam and became a counselor at this school.

In other people's eyes, the job is easy and respectable, a sure-fire way to make a living.

But only he knows the grievances he suffered.

I've worked for three years, but I'm never nominated for awards or recognition; all the work and blame I've been given is done by me.

In the past three years, Ye Zhenzhen has published papers and won awards, which is enough to qualify her for an associate professorship, but now she has been blocked from applying for an intermediate professorship many times.

The answer to any question is, "You still need to work harder."

She was gentle by nature and had no connections, so she didn't dare to confront them directly.

But at this moment, I felt extremely angry and aggrieved.

She took out her phone and confided in her boyfriend:

I wasn't selected for the intermediate exam again this year; it feels like they're deliberately targeting me.

Meng Chen sent a "pat on the head" emoji and then said:

【Baby, go talk to your department head and talk to them.】

Ye Zhenzhen: [I've already reported it, but it's completely useless. Every time they just say "the organization is investigating."]

Meng Chen: [Then let's report this to the higher-ups. We can't keep being bullied like this.]

Ye Zhenzhen: [?? Which high-ranking leader?]

Meng Chen: [Isn't a high-ranking leader coming today? Find an opportunity!]

Ye Zhenzhen stared at the screen, her heart skipping a beat.

Should we report this to a higher-ups?

She subconsciously looked up towards the venue.

Liu Jian was still talking to someone at the other end of the corridor, with a fawning smile on his face, acting as if he had seen his own father.

"It must be a leader from the Education Commission," Ye Zhenzhen messaged Meng Chen. "Judging from Vice Dean Liu's attitude, he acted like he'd seen a god."

Meng Chen: [Isn't that perfect? ​​Seize the opportunity! Don't be a coward!]

Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip.

She is usually a person who doesn't compete or fight, and she is tolerant whenever possible.

But today, perhaps it was because the cheongsam was too tight, perhaps it was because I wasn't on the list again, or perhaps it was because the grievances I had accumulated over the past three years had finally reached a breaking point.

She gritted her teeth, and a thought popped into her mind: Maybe... I should give it a try?

Inside the venue, the ribbon-cutting ceremony is about to begin.

The red carpet was laid out neatly, and the flower baskets on both sides were arranged in a pleasing, staggered fashion; everything was perfectly arranged. On the stage, the host was already in place.

Ye Zhenzhen stood on the side stage carrying a ceremonial tray, her fingers gripping the edge of the tray. On the tray were golden scissors and a roll of red silk. It wasn't heavy, but her palms were sweaty, afraid that she might slip and drop it.

She secretly glanced towards the lounge.

The door was closed. There was no sound from inside.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Liu Jian bowed and respectfully led someone out, his posture as if he were escorting some national treasure.

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned.

That person is so young.

She thought that a high-ranking leader must be at least in their forties or fifties, with a receding hairline and a beer belly.

But the man in front of me looked to be only in his early thirties. He was tall, wearing a dark suit, with broad shoulders and long legs, like the kind of handsome older men in the entertainment industry.

It was just that face.

He has long, slender eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin, slightly pursed lips.

Serious, aloof, and keeps people at arm's length.

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but take a second look.

The host has already begun the introduction:

"...Please welcome Secretary Zhou to the stage for the ribbon-cutting ceremony!"

Ye Zhenzhen was still thinking, "This person is really good-looking," when Lin Xiao pushed her from behind:

"Teacher Ye, you're coming up on stage!"

She jumped up and walked onto the stage with the tray.

The high heels are too high.

She's used to wearing flat shoes, so wearing eight-centimeter stilettos made her feel like she was swaying all over.

When he reached the center of the stage, he suddenly tripped.

She fell forward.

The scissors and red silk on the tray rustled.

It’s over.

Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes.

The next second, an arm steadily supported her arm.

A faint, woody scent wafted into my nostrils, carrying a hint of coffee bitterness.

She looked up and met the face so close to hers.

The man's eyes were lowered, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were looking at some troublesome problem.

"Thank you... thank you, leader..." Ye Zhenzhen's voice was trembling.

Liu Jian's face turned pale in the audience; the look in his eyes could kill.

Ye Zhenzhen quickly stood up straight and handed the tray over.

When she handed over the scissors, her mind was still a mess, and she completely forgot that "the tip of the knife should be pointed at her."

Zhou Huaijin glanced down at the scissors aimed at his heart, then looked up at her again.

That look in his eyes was as cold as ice shards in the dead of winter.

Ye Zhenzhen then realized what was happening and hurriedly turned the scissors in a different direction.

The man didn't speak, but took the scissors and cut the red silk.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't look at her once again.

Ye Zhenzhen stepped off the stage in a daze, standing in a corner, panting heavily.

She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her cheongsam and felt she could finally breathe again.

On stage, a man's deep, magnetic voice was talking about "deeply implementing" and "industry-education integration," but she didn't hear a word he said.

She looked down at her hands.

It's still shaking.

She thought resignedly: Whatever. Anyway, I have a job; I can't be fired just because I stumbled.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony has concluded.

The leaders walked towards the lounge.

Ye Zhenzhen stood at the corner of the corridor, watching the tall figure disappear behind the door. He walked with a graceful gait, his steps steady and unhurried, and the people around him automatically made way for him.

Meng Chen sent her another message:

"Baby, believe me, when you cry like that, who wouldn't feel sorry for you? Especially the male boss. Whenever our junior colleague cries to the mentor, all the work is given to us."

She looked down at herself.

Then she remembered the man's cold gaze.

No, she's a coward.

But... what if?

What if he can actually help her?

Ye Zhenzhen gritted her teeth and encouraged herself:

Fight!

The door to the lounge was ajar.

Ye Zhenzhen stood at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked twice.

No one answered.

Huh? They're gone?