Regarding the capitulation of the secretarial office, He Jingyan inwardly felt that Shell lacked backbone.
He coldly folded his arms, watching the worthless Shell shuffle back to his workstation, then turned to look at Ji Mi.
Whoosh.
The wheels of the office chair made a faint sound on the carpet as Ji Mi sat down without a word.
He reached for the mouse to check new emails, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he faced the screen, the fluffy back of his head turned towards his boss.
He Jingyan saw the contents of the email, sent from the HR department and cc'd to the entire executive office, with the CEO's draft appointment letter attached.
HR's accompanying message: [This is a draft document, please communicate with each other before finalizing on Friday, thanks for your hard work~]
Before starting, He Jingyan had communicated with them that no inauguration speech was needed.
But with a new boss for the business group, the first mass email to all employees should say something to boost morale, satisfy curiosity, or stabilize the team.
The executive office's external statements were written by the secretarial office, and HR had prepared the official appointment document with a red seal, as well as a brief introduction to Delay.
He Jingyan's resume was nearly perfect: graduated from a top overseas university, established the Purple Platform Studio after joining the company, mainly managing research and development and distribution lines.
He had successively led three S-class flagship projects, all of which were now regulars on the game bestseller charts and were also the signature projects of the entire Interactive Entertainment division, boasted about every year in campus recruitment videos.
With such a background, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe him as a "child prodigy". Ji Mi was surprised after reading all this and couldn't help but glance at He Jingyan.
He really was so young, still leaning against his own desk at this moment, lazily sunbathing with drooping eyelids.
Just judging by appearances, rather than a powerful president, he looked more like a casual and arrogant young master from a wealthy family...
"What's wrong?" He Jingyan noticed the gaze and found Ji Mi's expression somewhat unexpected.
He snorted lightly: "After reading this draft, I also feel the description isn't accurate enough. The points that should be emphasized weren't mentioned."
Ji Mi blinked: "Which parts do you want to modify? I can help you coordinate with them?"
To prevent being mistaken for someone else again, He Jingyan suggested: "They all forgot to mention that I'm 187cm tall, weigh 150 pounds, and my measurements are 100, 78..."
He was quite interested in reporting his data, but was interrupted halfway by the late-arriving Noah.
As soon as Noah arrived, he saw He Jingyan acting inappropriately and said with exasperation and amusement: "Are you trying to set someone up on a date? Save these tricks for when you're courting someone!"
He pointed accusingly: "It's so flirtatious it's hard to look at. People who don't know might think we're so poor we're selling off our CEO."
Then, Noah stroked his chin and raised a soul-striking question to his boss.
"By the way, do you think little Mi is easy to fool, so you're lying about your measurements to him?"
Ji Mi: "."
Hearing this, he couldn't control his gaze and darkly swept He Jingyan from top to bottom.
He Jingyan had a typical clothes hanger figure, standing out even in casual hoodies.
But he didn't show much muscle, dressed too conservatively, and his clothes were very loose, so it was impossible to tell if his chest measurement was really three digits.
This glance made Ji Mi think of Jing.
Although Jing dressed formally and ascetically, because his suits were fitted, they clearly outlined his body's contours.
If someone more vulgar were to comment on his physique, they would definitely add:
It looks like it would feel good to touch.
"Those are my physical exam results from this year, who cares about faking it?" He Jingyan responded coldly at this point.
Noah, full of curiosity, stepped forward to try and disprove it: "Then let me measure you."
"No, I can't stand being touched by men," He Jingyan refused.
Originally he was explaining enthusiastically, besides his external conditions, he also wanted to mention that he was straight as an arrow, to nip any unnecessary speculation and trouble in the bud.
Unfortunately, he was interrupted by Noah midway, and He Jingyan found it inconvenient to deliberately add more, but he believed this statement made it obvious enough.
After saying this, he glanced at Ji Mi, but the other seemed to be lost in thought, thinking about something, and didn't pay much attention to the banter around him.
Noah, hearing this, felt confused and looked at He Jingyan as if he were looking at a patient having a fit.
But considering He Jingyan's usually high work pressure, it was normal for him to develop some quirks that others found hard to understand, so he didn't think much of it.
He turned to greet the executive office's hard-won new blood: "Little Mi, eating at the cafeteria tonight?"
Ji Mi replied: "Mm, I know a few counters on the second floor that are really good. Want to go together later?"
"Then I'll bring Shell and Xiyun along too," Noah arranged, then asked, "Delay, are you going back to your apartment later, or staying at the company a bit longer?"
Although He Jingyan hadn't greeted anyone when he arrived, after being here for a few hours, the news had already reached the administrative department.
The admin had heard that the new CEO didn't like being deliberately catered to, so they didn't come to disturb him directly, but sent a message on OC to check in.
He Jingyan said: "Admin asked me to check if there's anything missing in the office. I'll take a quick look and then go back, I still haven't unpacked the suitcase I brought with me."
The office was decorated in the same style as the outside area, an industrial style with almost no bright colors, looking high-end and sexually cold.
There were no fancy ornaments or flower arrangements, and practical items like computers and ergonomic chairs were the same top-of-the-line models He Jingyan was used to using in Guangzhou.
Connected to this was a rest room, fully equipped with a wardrobe, bed, and shower room.
All traces of the previous CEO had been cleaned away, and all items had been replaced with new ones. In the corner by the window, an air purifier was diligently working.
When He Jingyan walked to the bedside, he pulled open the bedside drawer.
Inside was an emergency medical kit, as well as spare lighters, steam eye masks, scented candles...
How could there even be condoms?
He Jingyan found it incredibly baffling, feeling that the admin must have taken him for some kind of depraved beast, and closed the drawer with great annoyance.
When he went out again, Ji Mi was proactively familiarizing himself with the work procedures with Noah. The two were huddled together whispering, not noticing their superior's low mood.
He Jingyan watched their backs for a while, and even saw Noah praising Ji Mi for learning quickly, with smiles and laughter.
"Delay, are you leaving?" Shell came over, "I'm heading downstairs too, want to go together?"
He Jingyan asked: "Have you met with those people from Shanghai?"
Shell answered: "I know a few producers here, they're quite impressed by Purple Platform Studio. The project quality control and long-term revenue speak for themselves, they have to acknowledge it whether they like it or not."
Speaking of these matters, he lowered his voice slightly.
"But you've always been lazy about managing external affairs, so many people who aren't familiar with you have doubts, worried that you might cut teams as soon as you arrive... Several producers have come to inquire about it."
He Jingyan gave a faint "mm" in response, without any clear attitude.
"By the way, what do you think of your little assistant? Is he usable?" Shell asked curiously.
In the workplace, ability assessment often starts from the first glance.
Especially for those in high positions, having seen all sorts of people, they've developed a harsh yet precise eye.
Just from their few private exchanges today, many topics could be extrapolated.
Considering He Jingyan's consistently high standards, Shell darkly pondered, thinking there probably wouldn't be any praise.
Then, he heard the other say flatly: "I don't dare to say."
Shell almost thought he had misheard: ??
You're the fucking CEO, and you "don't dare" to comment on your assistant??
"In just two short days, he's already won over Noah, and you're also constantly thinking about him. I reckon the entire secretarial office isn't far from collective demise."
At this point, He Jingyan gave a cold laugh, seemingly expressing disdain for these incompetent individuals.
Shell felt wronged by the so-called "constantly thinking about him".
"I asked if you were satisfied in order to make timely adjustments. If you find him inconvenient to use, we still have resumes of other candidates here!"
"Besides, Delay, don't describe it as if we're fooling around!" Shell said, "Why have you suddenly become sensitive about this? Fang Xiyun has had a boyfriend before, and I didn't see you react like this then."
Muttering, he asked: "If you really mind this kind of thing, do you need me to go ask Ji Mi? After all, you two will be seeing each other all the time from now on..."
"No need," He Jingyan interrupted.
He had just mentioned it casually.
This was considered a private matter, and he had no interest in Ji Mi's personal situation.
On the way to the apartment in the driver's car, He Jingyan received a message from Cute Heart, announcing their successful debut on a certain ranking chart on the first day of launch.
So the career-obsessed man clicked on it without a second thought.
At the moment he opened it, Jing's IP also jumped from Hong Kong to Shanghai.
At Hongni's East Gate Two.
Ji Mi and his new colleagues had just finished dinner and squeezed onto the company shuttle without getting a seat. He was standing near the exit, holding onto a handrail with one hand.
As soon as he opened his phone, Fu Qianyao asked with concern: [Have you gotten home from work? Are you still alive?]
Ji Mi joked: [I might not need to come to work tomorrow.]
Fu Qianyao, having regained his energy, casually chimed in.
[If I called him 'little brother' in the elevator, our termination letters would probably come as a buy-one-get-one-free deal, both of us kicked out of Hongni.]
Ji Mi sent an emoji of blowing up the company, saved from Shell's side, feeling it was quite useful.
Fu Qianyao: [Oh right, have you played Cute Heart yet? Let me check out the user feedback.]
Ji Mi knew this was the other's first launch project, so he said some nice things and thanked him for the annual membership.
"Have you tried its recommendation feature? Isn't the big data algorithm on this platform top-notch?" Fu Qianyao sent a voice message, sounding quite proud.
"And this afternoon I heard others confirm that the overall quality of users is very high. It's guaranteed to find someone to your taste."
Ji Mi, wearing earphones, typed: [I've used it, but I've been busy with work today and haven't logged in again.]
Fu Qianyao asked meaningfully: "Did you meet anyone interesting?"
Ji Mi replied: [We just chatted about some Hongni gossip.]
Then, he had a sudden realization.
The bits of information he had shared with Jing seemed to all be fake news?!
Like Delay being ugly, or possibly being gay...
None of it was actually reliable.
Ji Mi recalled that He Jingyan had even said in front of him that he couldn't stand being touched by men.
The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt. Although he had only casually relayed information online, he had indirectly spread rumors.
Back at his rented apartment, he hurriedly logged on to explain to Jing while setting up his computer for remote work.
[Today my friend said there was a misunderstanding before. Delay isn't the person in the photo, and the sexual orientation thing is probably fake news too.]
After sending this, he also found a [cup of tears] emoji to add.
Jing was currently offline. Ji Mi checked his profile and saw that the last login time was two hours ago.
Wait a minute.
Why had Jing's IP suddenly become the same city as his???
His eyes widened in surprise. Before he could think too much about it, he received a reply from the other party.
Jing: [Your friend's information changes direction so quickly.]
Jing: [Did he meet the person today?]
Ji Mi hedged: [Probably, anyway this time it's genuine.]
He then asked curiously: [How come you're in Shanghai?]
Jing: [I have some work to do, came here for an on-site assignment.]
No wonder Jing said he wouldn't be working on Monday, he was catching a flight... Ji Mi thought to himself.
How similar to his own boss?
Though He Jingyan was transferred from Guangzhou.
Jing remembered that the other person was also in Shanghai: [Coincidentally ended up in your city.]
Ji Mi unwrapped a lollipop, tasting the strawberry flavor in his mouth while reading Jing's message.
Doesn't that mean he and Jing might have a chance to meet?
Ji Mi didn't think too much of it, politely offering to play host.
He typed: [If you have some free time after work one day, I'll treat you to a drink.]
Although meeting online friends in person is quite common nowadays, it might not be appropriate to meet when they're not familiar enough. He was just mentioning it casually.
Jing had the same awareness about this: [It might not be suitable to drink something so sweet at night.]
This response created a certain distance, but wasn't coldly delivered.
Ji Mi was satisfied with this, yet he couldn't help but push a bit further: [Then what would you like to drink? Long Island Iced Tea is 40 proof, would that be too spicy?]
Jing joked: [It would be as bitter as work.]
Just then, remembering that Mi had recently changed jobs, he asked: [Another day of work done, how's the new boss?]
A leader's style greatly influences the work experience. Ji Mi had mentioned it briefly before, probably still in the transition period and unsure about the boss's good or bad qualities.
Now, Ji Mi felt troubled just seeing the word "boss".
He usually stayed at the company to work overtime or study after dinner, but today he had hurried home unusually early in the evening.
It was because sitting at his workstation easily reminded him of He Jingyan and the series of farces from earlier in the day.
Ji Mi really couldn't sit still, couldn't even focus on work documents. He had practically fled from the office area, wanting to close the door and calm down and process things alone.
Unexpectedly, even his online friend brought it up at this moment. He didn't want to dwell on painful memories.
So he rebelliously replied: [His body doesn't look as well-built as yours.]