After graduating with a master's degree, Ren Qian rejected all the offers from investment banks and consulting firms.
She only submitted one resume.
Lu Corporation, President's Office, Administrative Specialist.
It was a position completely mismatched with her qualifications and abilities.
But, it was the position closest to Lu Chenyuan.
On the day of the interview, the final interviewer was Lu Chenyuan himself.
He sat at the head of the long table, with an unobstructed view of the Jingzhou CBD skyline behind him.
He wore an impeccably tailored suit, his expression detached.
Compared to his university days, the melancholy about him seemed to have deepened.
"Why did you choose Lu Corporation?"
He asked.
It was a formulaic question.
"Because it offers the best platform and the greatest challenges."
Ren Qian replied, giving a standard answer.
He looked at her for a long time, so long that Ren Qian thought she would be rejected.
"Your office will be in the outer area."
Lu Chenyuan finally said.
"Start the onboarding process tomorrow."
Ren Qian walked out of the Lu Corporation headquarters building.
The sunlight was glaring.
She tilted her head back, looking up at this financial empire skyscraper that pierced the clouds.
Ren Qian smiled.
She knew her pursuit had begun.
The work of an Administrative Specialist was tedious and monotonous.
Organizing documents, scheduling meetings, booking flights and hotels.
Any ordinary undergraduate could handle it.
Yet Ren Qian performed her duties as if executing a project worth billions.
For every document, she would re-file it according to the strictest archival management standards.
For every meeting, she would prepare in advance all the background materials any attendee might need.
For every business trip, she would plan at least three alternative itineraries to handle all contingencies.
Her excellence, like a diamond hidden in the sand, quickly began to shine.
What surprised Ren Qian was that her junior from university, Lin Yuan, had actually joined Lu Corporation a year earlier than her.
He was already Lu Chenyuan's special-grade assistant.
He still had that same quiet, reticent demeanor from university.
But his work was even more steady and seasoned.
"Senior."
Lin Yuan still preferred to address her that way.
"President Lu wants you to organize this merger proposal for the South American market."
He handed over a thick stack of disorganized materials.
Reports from different departments, each with a wildly different style.
Data, with inconsistent metrics.
Even some crucial pages were in the wrong order.
It was a hot potato.
Also, a deliberate test.
Ren Qian glanced at the blurred figure sitting behind the frosted glass door.
She said nothing, simply took the files.
She used only three hours.
A brand new proposal, with clear logic, unified formatting, and accompanied by a summary of cross-verified core data, was placed on Lin Yuan's desk.
Lin Yuan looked at the report.
Behind his glasses, a flicker of unsurprised admiration passed through his eyes.
He took the report and walked into the president's office.
A long time passed before he came out.
"President Lu wants you to go in."
Ren Qian walked into that office she had gazed at countless times.
Lu Chenyuan was standing before the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
In his hand was the report she had organized.
"Did you prepare this summary?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Why did you place the risk assessment in the first section?"
"Because, for a mature capital market, we are the latecomers."
Ren Qian said, neither subservient nor arrogant.
"Our greatest risk isn't the rate of return, but uncertainty. Prioritizing the clarification of risk boundaries is more important than calculating illusory profits."
Lu Chenyuan turned around.
He looked at her, his eyes holding a long-absent appreciation, like that of finding a worthy opponent.
"From today, you are a Level One Administrative Supervisor."
He said.
"You will be responsible for all my meetings and itinerary arrangements."
Ren Qian's face remained calm, though inwardly she seemed somewhat pleased.
She knew she had taken a step closer to that moonlight.
...
Becoming a Level One Administrative Supervisor meant Ren Qian caught glimpses of more of Lu Chenyuan's reality.
She saw the huge cracks beneath the glossy surface of the Lu Corporation ship.
Lu Chenyuan's three uncles, Lu Mingshi, Lu Mingde, and Lu Minggong, were all directors of the group.
They were mediocre in ability, yet insatiably greedy.
They would come to the president's office almost every week, staging a full-blown confrontation.
"Chenyuan! Why isn't the contract for that land in the west going to my company?"
Lu Mingshi slammed a document heavily onto the desk.
"My bid was two percentage points lower than anyone else's!"
"Second Uncle." Lu Chenyuan's voice was calm.
"Your construction company had serious quality issues on three projects last year. Lu Corporation's reputation cannot be used for your trial and error."
"What kind of talk is that!"
Lu Mingshi pounded the table, his face flushing red.
"You don't trust your own family! This month, I'll have the old master judge who's right!"
Ren Qian stood in the corner of the office, her heart in knots.
She looked at Lu Chenyuan.
He simply sat there quietly.
Letting his second uncle throw his tantrum.
There was no anger on his face, only a profound, bottomless weariness.
Like a king besieged in a lone city.
Once again, Ren Qian felt so clearly the "weight of his solitude."
She wished she could rush forward and shield him from all this.
But she couldn't.
She could only wait until those people finally left, cursing and grumbling.
Then quietly walk in.
To replace his coffee with a fresh cup at the perfect temperature.
"President Lu."
"Hmm."
He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, massaging his temples.
That moment of vulnerability broke Ren Qian's heart.
She felt she had to become stronger.
Strong enough to build a firewall for him.
...
Apart from the family infighting, another name frequently appeared in Lu Chenyuan's life.
Lu Qianqian.
That sister, spoiled rotten by the entire Lu family.
Her calls always came at the most inopportune times.
"Big Brother! My black card is maxed out again!"
"Big Brother! I saw a bag I want, only three limited editions in the world, get it for me!"
"Big Brother! I don't care, I want to drive that new Aston Martin to the party tonight!"
Every time, Lu Chenyuan's tone was one of helplessness, tinged with a suppressed indulgence.
"Qianqian, stop making a fuss."
"I'm in a meeting."
"If you need more money, I'll have Lin Yuan transfer it to you."
At first, Ren Qian simply thought this Lu Qianqian was truly spoiled.
Until one incident occurred.
It was a very important cross-border video conference.
Lu Chenyuan was outlining the strategic plan for the next three years.
Lu Qianqian's call came again.
Lu Chenyuan frowned and hung up.
The phone rang again.
He hung up again.
When it rang for the third time, he muted it and paid no further attention.
The meeting was a success.
After it ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Chenyuan picked up his phone.
There were over twenty missed calls from Lu Qianqian.
And one message from the butler.
"Young Master, the young miss has locked herself in her room and refuses to eat."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
