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After arriving at the company, Li Juan first gave her a tour.

The open-plan office area was already quite full of people. Some were working on their computers, while others were walking and chatting on their phones in the corridor. In a corner, the engineering department staff were discussing something around an open construction drawing.

As they walked, Li Juan explained the company's organizational structure and the functions of each department to her, and finally led her to her workstation—outside the chairman's office, directly facing the corridor, in a very conspicuous location.

Li Juan handed her a brand-new set of work clothes. It was a light blue short-sleeved shirt with a fitted waist and a delicate narrow trim around the cuffs.

She wore a black bodycon mini skirt made of elastic fabric, with the hem just reaching mid-thigh, and it came with a matching thin black belt.

When Wang Yue took the clothes, her fingers paused for a moment on the length of the skirt, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red, but she didn't say anything. She just nodded and said thank you, Sister Li.

She changed into her work clothes in the dressing room and looked at herself in the mirror several times. The skirt was shorter than she usually wore, revealing a large portion of her thighs, and the lace trim of her stockings was faintly visible beneath the hem.

She pulled her skirt down and then up again, adjusting it several times before finally pushing open the door and going out.

Wang Yue spent the entire morning familiarizing herself with the company's business processes and organizational structure. She ran back and forth between departments with her notebook, flipping through the company policy manual provided by the administration department from beginning to end, taking pictures of the project progress charts on the engineering department's wall and saving them to her phone, and copying the reimbursement process and approval points provided by the finance department into her notebook.

Although Shuke Group has only been established for a short time, its business volume is already quite large. In just the last two days, there are several contracts to be signed, ranging from small projects worth hundreds of thousands to large projects worth millions.

As she took notes, she couldn't help but marvel at how much faster the pace of this company was than the foreign company she had worked for before.

Around 10 a.m., Li Juan told her she could report to the general manager's office. Wang Yue took a deep breath, straightened the collar and hem of her work uniform, and then knocked twice on the door.

A voice inside said, "Come in." She pushed open the door and went in.

Lin Feng was sitting behind his desk looking at a project schedule when he heard the door open and looked up.

His gaze lingered on Wang Yue for a moment. Her light blue short-sleeved work shirt cinched her waist, clearly outlining her slender figure.

The black bodycon mini skirt just covered the mid-thigh, making her two slender legs appear even straighter and more shapely under the flesh-colored stockings.

Her legs are indeed beautiful; from her thighs to her knees to her calves to her ankles, every section is perfectly proportioned.

This girl is a natural clothes hanger; if she wore black stockings, the effect would be even better.

But he didn't say it aloud; he just thought about it for a moment and then stopped himself.

I placed the documents on the table, asked her to sit down, and briefly explained the work.

The core of a secretary's job is to relay information up and down the chain of command, collecting documents that need to be signed and then distributing them to various departments after signing them.

She greets and screens the visitors, bringing in important ones directly and turning away unimportant ones.

When he is not around, answer the landline phone, immediately relay urgent matters, and write down non-urgent matters to be handled when he returns.

After saying that, he took out a contract to be signed from the drawer and handed it to her, saying that this was the official contract for the earthwork project of the East City Expressway. He had signed it and asked her to make several copies. The original should be sent to the engineering department for filing, and the copies should be given to the finance department and the business department, and one copy should be kept by her for her own record.

Wang Yue took the contract and glanced at it. The first party in the contract was the Hehai City Highway Bureau, and the second party was the Shuke Group. The number filled in the contract amount column made her secretly take a surprise.

Fifteen million!

This was the first document she encountered on her first day at work, and the amount involved was considerable. She silently marveled to herself, thinking that her boss was indeed someone who had seen a lot.

Wang Yue was busy all afternoon. She copied, numbered, and distributed the contracts that Lin Feng had signed, and then compiled the feedback from various departments into a table and placed it on Lin Feng's desk.

She also received several calls from the business department, some to confirm the progress of contract approval, and others to report on the intentions of newly negotiated projects.

As instructed by Lin Feng, the scattered small-scale project proposals were compiled into a simple table, with the estimated amount, contact person, and current progress of each project marked.

Over the next two days, the company received several groups of clients who came to discuss cooperation.

A local construction company wants to jointly bid with Shuke for a municipal project; a building materials supplier from out of town wants to discuss a supply agreement; and a purchasing manager from a state-owned enterprise in Hehai City wants to assess whether Shuke is qualified to become their annual project contractor.

Wang Yue carried the tea in and out, always placing the teacup on the guest's right side where it was most easily accessible, and then quietly closed the door behind her.

Lin Feng was talking to a customer inside, while she was outside guarding the landline and schedule. When someone called, she would answer in a low voice, jot down the key points, and then stick them on a sticky note in the upper right corner of Lin Feng's desk.

After finishing these two busy days, Wang Yue's opinion of the position and Lin Feng as a person was completely different from the speculations Yuan Hui had made at the barbecue restaurant.

The company's partners are all state-owned enterprises, government agencies, and large companies, and the contract amounts are so large that it makes her, a newcomer to the workforce, feel dizzy.

Every time Lin Feng talked to a client, she could hear a maturity and composure beyond his years in his tone and manner of speaking.

I always maintained a proper and natural distance from her, explained tasks concisely and clearly, and occasionally corrected her mistakes in a very calm tone.

She never felt that kind of flirtatious look or implication that Yuan Hui had mentioned from Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was quite satisfied with his new secretary.

Wang Yue is very meticulous; she can complete tasks without needing to repeat herself. She answers the phone professionally, with a gentle tone but concise wording.

The reception of visiting guests was also very tactful, neither humble nor arrogant, and although they didn't say much, every word they uttered was to the point.

Most importantly, her legs are truly beautiful. Every day, watching her walk in and out of the office in that uniform, her long, slender legs encased in flesh-colored stockings moving between the desks, is indeed a feast for the eyes.

I thought to myself, no wonder every boss has a secretary.

After finishing his busy work for the past few days, Lin Feng took some time to visit Luo Ruoxi. It had been a while since they had eaten together.

Her private club has been doing quite well lately, attracting high-quality customers. The group of wives introduced by He Qianwen and Ye Qinghan has formed a regular clientele, and they book their full anti-aging treatments a week in advance. Their weekends are almost always fully booked.

The two met at a newly opened private restaurant. The restaurant was small but exquisitely decorated, and the owner personally cooked every dish.

When Luo Ruoxi arrived, Lin Feng was already waiting in the private room. As she pushed the door open, Lin Feng's gaze involuntarily lingered on her for a moment.

Today she was wearing a black deep V-neck knit top, the neckline was very low, and her two full breasts bulged out from the edge of the V-neck, creating a deep cleavage below her collarbone.

She wore a dark gray pencil skirt that just covered her mid-thigh, and her long legs, encased in black stockings, extended from beneath the skirt, stepping into a pair of black pointed high heels.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore a pair of silver tassel earrings that swayed gently as she walked.