The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Chen Xuefei turned around and saw that Zhou Huaijin had returned at some point, still wearing his coat, as if he had just entered the room.

His gaze swept across Chen Xuefei's face and landed on the person in the lounge whose hair was slightly disheveled and who was bending down to pick up shoes.

Chen Xuefei's expression changed instantly.

Instead, an expression of helplessness and embarrassment appeared.

"Sir, it's outrageous that Xiao Ye is sleeping in your break room!"

"Oh, I let her sleep here."

Chen Xuefei was completely stunned.

Her expression froze on her face, making her look somewhat comical.

"She wasn't feeling well, so I let her rest here for a while."

Zhou Huaijin walked into the office, took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger.

Chen Xuefei was stunned for a long time.

His lips moved, and he managed to squeeze out a few words: "That... is far too against the rules. You, boss, are considerate of your employees, but if everyone did this, wouldn't it cause you trouble?"

"It's alright." Zhou Huaijin had already sat down in his office chair and opened the documents in front of him. "It doesn't take up public resources."

"Management should be compassionate. Could you coordinate and grant female employees one day of menstrual leave each month?"

"Okay," Chen Xuefei replied hastily.

She hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Xiao Ye is on secondment. Normally, I would be her direct supervisor in the secretariat, but she works on the eighth floor right now, so I can't really keep an eye on her..."

After saying that, she added somewhat awkwardly, "Now that she's mainly assisting Secretary Lin with some work on the eighth floor, who oversees her here, me or Secretary Lin?"

Zhou Huaijin didn't even look up, and simply uttered three words: "It's under my jurisdiction."

Chen Xuefei's face paled for a moment. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The relationship between the leader and Ye Zhenzhen seems to be more than just that of superior and subordinate.

But as soon as the idea popped into her head, she immediately pressed the button.

impossible.

What kind of person is this leader? Over the years, countless socialites, heiresses, and daughters of wealthy families have thrown themselves at him, but he hasn't even given them a second glance. How could he possibly be interested in Ye Zhenzhen?

She must be overthinking it.

"Is there anything else?" Zhou Huaijin looked up and glanced at her.

Chen Xuefei then remembered the "real reason" she had come.

"Well, sir," she said, stepping forward and placing the folder on the table. "The new employee, Wei Zixuan, made a mistake today. She mixed up the recipients for two announcements. Although she noticed in time and didn't send them out, such a basic error is really unacceptable. I'd like to ask how she should be disciplined?"

"Oh." Zhou Huaijin leaned back in his chair, picked up the folder, and flipped through it. "Is this the employee who writes such good minutes?"

"Yes, she has a high level of education and good abilities, but she may be a bit arrogant and impetuous." She carefully chose her words, trying to make her tone sound objective and fair. "Today's mistake is not a big deal, but it is not a small deal either, after all, it involves the cross-departmental circulation of documents."

Zhou Huaijin closed the folder and pushed it back in front of her.

"Can't you handle this little thing yourself?"

Chen Xuefei's smile froze for a moment.

"If you have to consult me ​​on everything, what's the point of your position?"

Chen Xuefei's forehead was already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Ye Zhenzhen stood at the door of the lounge, her shoes already on, her hair hastily gathered. Listening to Chen Xuefei's words, she felt a vague sense of familiarity.

How could she make such a basic mistake so conveniently? She mixed up the recipients of the two announcements—just like the mistake she made before.

She remembered when she ran into Wei Zixuan in the bathroom earlier that day; the girl had red eyes and was secretly wiping away tears.

It's mostly the same group of people in the office ostracizing newcomers. Especially on her first day, that girl's report was praised by the boss. She's young, pretty, and a graduate of a prestigious university. It's all too common in government offices to target those who stand out.

Ye Zhenzhen quietly entered the office after Chen Xuefei came out.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhou Huaijin asked as she walked in.

"Hmm, it doesn't hurt anymore," she whispered.

"Boss, I heard that Xiao Wei is a top student in the Chinese Department of Peking University," Ye Zhenzhen said, seizing the opportunity. "I happen to be working on a cultural tourism promotion plan for Nanjing and need some manpower. Could she temporarily work with me on this project?"

Zhou Huaijin didn't say anything to her, after all, it was for serious business.

"Can."

Ye Zhenzhen said happily, "Thank you, boss. I'll do my best next time!"

"Then I'll have her come to the eighth floor first; it'll be easier for us to coordinate then."

Ye Zhenzhen achieved her goal.

Today, Wei Zixuan helped me out when I was in my most difficult time.

She was returning the favor, doing her a favor in return.

When Wei Zixuan came to the eighth floor to find her, she kept thanking her, saying, "Thank you, Sister Zhenzhen."

"It's nothing," Ye Zhenzhen waved her hand. "It's all for work."

"Actually, it's just me, Secretary Lin, and Chen Zheng on the eighth floor. Secretary Lin is quite busy, often accompanying the leaders on official business. The one who's the most idle is that other person."

Ye Zhenzhen pointed at Chen Zheng, who, holding his phone, looked up and gave her the middle finger.

Please do not compare or belittle others.

"Did you secretly rank up your character behind my back again?" Ye Zhenzhen leaned closer and asked him.

"I have no obligation to share." Chen Zheng refused to show her.

Ye Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at him: "Tch, I'm a career-driven leading lady now."

"Games will only slow down my career development."

As he spoke, he pulled Wei Zixuan aside and began to enthusiastically discuss the promotional script.

Chen Zheng glanced sideways at the two heads huddled together, both of them grinning.

He snorted.

It feels like our friendship has capsized in an instant.

Ye Zhenzhen discovered that Wei Zixuan was indeed a skilled writer.

Her writing is precise in its wording, clear in its logic, and flows smoothly from beginning to end. A proposal that passes through her hands immediately transforms from "readable" to "beautiful."

"As expected of a top student from Kyoto University, you're amazing."

Wei Zixuan was a little embarrassed by the praise.

"Sister Zhenzhen, please don't praise me like that," she said softly. "Actually, the person we Peking University graduates admire most is still the Party Secretary."

Ye Zhenzhen remembered that Zhou Huaijin was also a graduate of Peking University, and asked out of curiosity.

"Is he that famous?"

"Of course!" Wei Zixuan's eyes lit up with genuine admiration. "He's handsome, comes from a good family, and became the Party Secretary of the New District at such a young age. Do you know how many posts there are about him on our school forum?"

"I joined the secretariat so that I could get closer to my idol."

Ye Zhenzhen looked into her bright, sparkling eyes, hesitated for a long time, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

She originally wanted to say: "When your idol starts to berate you mercilessly, your illusions will shatter."

The words that were on the tip of her tongue turned out as, "That's great, keep it up."

office.

Zhou Huaijin leaned back in his chair, with a draft of the development plan for Nanjing County over the next three years spread out in front of him, and a stack of cadre resumes next to him.

Lin Rui stood opposite him, holding a pen and writing something in his notebook.

"Ye Zhenzhen gave some suggestions for Nan Jing's development today." Zhou Huaijin picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Although most of them are rather naive, they are not without merit."

"Where are those old fogies?" Zhou Huaijin put down his teacup, frowned, and said, "Their brains are rusted; all they do is spout empty words. They just keep repeating the same few phrases over and over."

Lin Rui nodded in deep agreement.

"Do you think it's feasible to make the leadership team in Nan Jing younger?" Zhou Huaijin asked him.

Lin Rui considered for a moment before speaking: "We live in an information and networked age, and we do need leaders who can keep up with the times, are motivated, and have ideas."

He paused, then added, "Actually, being young isn't a disadvantage. You, sir, are also young, but since taking office, the development of the new district has been remarkable."

Zhou Huaijin didn't accept the compliment, but simply grunted in acknowledgment, pulled out a document from the pile of files, and handed it over.

"What do you think of this Yang Guanyu?"

Lin Rui took it and glanced at it.

The information states: Yang Guanyu, male, 31 years old, from Nanjing County, holds a master's degree from Tsinghua University, and is currently the mayor of Yuzhuang Town, Nanjing County.

Lin Rui flipped down two pages. After graduation, he had been working as a village official at the grassroots level, taking one step at a time.

"This Yang Guanyu is a reliable and hardworking person."

"After working diligently for three years in Yuzhuang Town, leading the villagers to develop distinctive industries, the per capita income doubled, making it the town with the highest per capita GDP in the entire Nanjing County."

Zhou Huaijin gave a soft "hmm" and then said:

"Arrange for him to come in tomorrow to give a work report."

"OK."

One afternoon.

Ye Zhenzhen and Wei Zixuan were having a lively discussion.

"Here, changing it to 'explore the historical and cultural resources of Nanjing County and create a differentiated cultural tourism brand' is more specific than 'vigorously develop the tourism industry'."

That makes sense.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

She picked it up and saw that there was a red dot next to Zhou Huaijin's profile picture on WeChat.

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment.

He usually had Secretary Lin read out his orders, or he would call her directly on the internal phone.

On their private WeChat accounts, apart from the first few times when they exchanged files, the two hardly ever chatted.

She opened the chat window.

Just one sentence: [Pack your things and leave work, come to the garage.]

His tone was as concise as ever, and even the punctuation marks exuded an unquestionable authority.