Chapter 2178: Settling In
Rebirth of a Perfect Future · 第2178章 安顿
Yan An swore to heaven that she had never thought of using Liu Yiming's connections to get into his company.
But just now, she realized she had been foolish.
With such an opportunity right in front of her, why not take it?
Liu Yiming himself was stunned after saying it.
Ahem...
What was going on? Why had he said it so naturally?
"Well, let's get going first."
Just as the car started, Liu Yiming said to Yan An, a bit embarrassed.
After all, she was a girl he had watched grow up, like a little sister to him; Liu Yiming truly had no other intentions.
Even though now, when he looked at Yan An, she had indeed blossomed into a beautiful young woman.
"Ah, okay."
Yan An quickly nodded and sat beside Liu Yiming. They both turned to look outside at the same time.
Old Ma, sitting in the driver's seat, wore a strange smile.
In his eyes, young people's affairs were sometimes quite interesting.
Like Yan An and Liu Yiming.
Especially Liu Yiming, who under Zhao Fusheng's guidance, usually acted more like a middle-aged or elderly man than a young one.
Seeing this side of him occasionally amused Old Ma greatly.
The car soon arrived at Liu Yiming's current residence.
After saying goodbye to Old Ma, Liu Yiming led Yan An into his home.
"Wow! This place is huge!"
Looking at the duplex apartment with an interior area of nearly two hundred square meters, Yan An's face was full of surprise.
Liu Yiming laughed but shook his head: "It's okay, compared to where our chairman lives, this is nothing."
"Really?"
Yan An was astonished, clearly not expecting him to say that.
Or rather, in her worldview, how could anyone be that wealthy.
Liu Yiming shrugged: "He has his own private jet, not a helicopter, but a proper passenger plane. Also, he bought an island in Europe..."
Pfft!
Yan An, who had just taken a glass of water from the fridge and taken a sip, was about to speak when she sprayed it out!
What was going on?
What did he mean by buying an island? Did he treat that island as another home?
They say these wealthy people have unique tastes, and at that moment, Yan An suddenly felt a strange sensation.
As if sensing the wild thoughts in her mind, Liu Yiming tapped her head and explained: "Our chairman is not the pervert you're imagining. He's a very good person, no scandals, no time. His time is either spent working and writing, or hanging out with us."
"..."
Yan An indicated she didn't want to talk.
She felt that she understood every word Liu Yiming said, but the principle behind it wasn't so easy to grasp.
Many people spend their whole lives without necessarily understanding certain principles.
For them, principles are useless.
"Alright, go rest for a while. When Sister Liu Yan gets off work tonight, how about we have dinner together?"
Liu Yiming said to Yan An.
Yan An nodded, not thinking much about it.
In truth, Liu Yiming really hadn't taken that Zhou Ping to heart. Leaning on the big tree of Future Group for the next few days, Liu Yiming's perspective had long since diverged from that of ordinary people.
……
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After putting away his luggage, Yan An finally had time to sit down.
"Brother Yiming, what's the name of your company?"
Yan An asked, seemingly casually.
"Future Group."
Liu Yiming didn't hide it from her, saying directly, "If you want to join our company, I can put in a word with HR."
"Ah?"
Yan An was a bit surprised; she hadn't expected Liu Yiming to agree so readily.
Liu Yiming smiled and explained to her, "I can only put in a word for you, get them to agree to an interview. As for whether you'll pass, to be honest, I can't guarantee it—it depends on your own ability."
This was the truth.
For Liu Yiming, as Zhao Fusheng's secretary, he could certainly use his authority to bring Yan An into the company, but the problem was, if Yan An wasn't capable enough, she wouldn't be able to stay. If Zhao Fusheng found out, it would make him lose face.
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Yan An thought for a long time before finally saying.
She naturally understood that Liu Yiming meant well for her.
But having come to the capital, Yan An herself wanted to make further progress; otherwise, why travel all this way?
Now that she had an opportunity, of course she wanted to try.
"Actually, it's not that troublesome..."
Seeing her like that, Liu Yiming, for some reason, felt a pang of reluctance. After thinking it over, he began to share with Yan An the interview experiences he'd had at various companies.
Yan An naturally listened patiently.
Before they knew it, the two of them sat there chatting for a long time.
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In the evening, at a restaurant in Xicheng District.
Wang Xue and Zhou Ping sat there.
"This Da Bai, why is he so slow?"
Wang Xue frowned slightly, then said to Zhou Ping, "Brother Zhou, I'm really sorry to trouble you like this."
Zhou Ping chuckled, "It's nothing. I haven't been busy lately anyway; the company's on holiday these days."
Wang Xue nodded and chatted with him about the situation in the capital.
She wasn't stupid, actually. She knew full well what Zhou Ping was after.
But Wang Xue felt it was understandable—it was a kind of equivalent exchange. For her, giving up something unimportant to get what she wanted was acceptable.
Not everyone was as fussy as Yan An.
That's right, in Wang Xue's view, Yan An was being fussy.
Otherwise, how could she have been eliminated in the job assignment?
It was because she wasn't willing to cooperate with the examiners.
Wang Xue even thought that if Yan An had chosen to give in back then, she might already be a civil servant by now.
But life has no ifs. Regret medicine is precious, but not everyone can get it.
Some people might never know what they missed. For them, a certain decision was just a moment in a lifetime of choices.
After that moment, their lives took a different path.
In fact, if they hadn't made that choice and had taken another path, these people might not necessarily have succeeded. The illusion that they could have succeeded arises because the path they are on now has failed, leading them to mistakenly believe they could have succeeded.