In the fried chicken shop, Fang Xiaoyu looked mysterious and smug.
"I changed jobs!
"I won’t be so tired in the future!
"Won’t you miss ?"
Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Is Fang Xiaoyu here to say goodbye today?
It seems she had said goodbye once before.
But after saying goodbye, she shalessly ca back.
"Where did you switch to?
"Giving up your position? Giving up such a high salary? Finally figured it out?"
Fang Xiaoyu leaned on the table, giggling foolishly.
"Still have a position! The salary is even higher!
"Still a secretary!
"A personal secretary for soone else!
"The mathematics expert from Sequence Eight, Expert Bai Mo’s secretary!"
Bai Mo was taken aback, his head full of black lines.
Did Li Fangming really recomnd him to join the academic expert sequence successfully?
Fang Xiaoyu continued.
"Things haven’t been finalized yet!
"The Committee asked to co, to first get in touch with you, to ask for your opinion.
"If you agree, I’ll continue as your personal secretary, get promoted with a raise, reduce my workload, and reach new heights in life!
"If you disagree, I’ll obediently return to the secretarial office, continuing to be a corporate slave working overti.
"Do you agree, Expert Bai Mo~"
She leaned on the dining table, probing her head forward, eyes shimring, looking pitiful.
Bai Mo was speechless.
Fang Xiaoyu, this one, is getting more dramatic.
"Cut down on the theatrics!
"Agree or disagree ... um ..."
He looked down at Big Flower Arm, furrowed brow, pondering for a mont.
In human society, being in a higher position does seem quite convenient?
"If I were a Sequence Eight expert ... what are the benefits? How heavy is the workload? How high is the salary?
"Can all these be negotiated?"
...
In the restaurant’s corner, a young man in a peak lapel suit was craning his neck, secretly looking at Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, long-necked, with a handso face, at first glance like a male model.
With slicked-back hair, shiny with oil.
His na is Song Xiangshuai.
At this mont, he was sneaking glances at Fang Xiaoyu from afar, while comparing with photos on his phone.
"It’s her, it should be right!"
Fang Xiaoyu, secretary of the Immortal Technique Committee, good-looking, with a bright deanor!
The key was, Song Xiangshuai got insider news, Fang Xiaoyu was about to get promoted! She’s about to be transferred to be a secretary for a Sequence Eight advanced expert scholar!
"If I can win over Fang Xiaoyu, I can connect with the Immortal Technique Committee.
"And connect with the Sequence Eight expert scholars behind her!
"By then, my family’s bread factory would take off with any resources in hand, right?"
Song Xiangshuai grinned, revealing a set of shiny white teeth!
His family has a bread factory in the suburbs of West State City, he is barely a small second-generation rich kid.
Normally, to find a significant other, one could ask friends for introductions, or go on blind dates. But Song Xiangshuai, after all, is different! He has a quicker, safer, wilder approach!
And it’s an inherited approach!
His dad back then won over his mom, and inherited his grandpa’s bread factory, relying on this single ancestral trick!
At this ti, he opened WeChat and sent a ssage to soone noted as "Brother Biao".
[I found the target, at KFC on Labor Road, second floor by the third window, a man and a woman]
[The woman is wearing a hoodie, really pretty]
[The man is a pretty boy, holding a dog or cat with a big tail]
[Drink so alcohol before you co, don’t let them catch on!]
Song Xiangshuai didn’t hesitate to take action, directly transferring ten thousand yuan first!
Soon, Brother Biao replied.
[Handso Xiang, just wait and watch the show!]
Song Xiangshuai chuckled, opened his phone to take a selfie, and adjusted his hair.
Then he wiped down his shiny watch again.
...
"Twenty thousand salary is not much...
"Forty thousand allowance, a bit excessive..."
Bai Mo furrowed his brow, looking at the salary and benefits Fang Xiaoyu just calculated.
If elevated to Sequence Eight, with all sorts of miscellaneous high-temperature allowances, heating allowances, fuel allowances, housing allowances... adding up to at least forty thousand.
"This can be considered!"
Fang Xiaoyu instantly grinned, replying to her leader with the communication results here.
Having finished the work chat, they switched to personal matters.
This Fang Xiaoyu just ca over to the table and sat shoulder to shoulder with Bai Mo on the sa chair.
"Damn, I’m exhausted these days, I can finally relax a bit, hee hee hee.
"Let show you the clothes I added to my shopping cart, help pick which one looks good!"
Bai Mo looked at Fang Xiaoyu’s phone screen, at her Taobao shopping cart, his expression suddenly odd.
"This white lace... um..."
Fang Xiaoyu blushed, quickly scrolled the screen up, and rolled her eyes at Bai Mo.
"Your eyes are sharp, who let you look at that!
"Help look at the sportswear!"
And so, the two sat on the chair, looking at the phone, choosing clothes together.
"Whimper whimper!"
Big Flower Arm wiped its oily mouth clean, also followed its master, bringing its furry head over to look and research together... even though as a fox, its aesthetic hasn’t much reference value.
While choosing clothes, Fang Xiaoyu suddenly received a ssage.
[All privileges for Expert Bai Mo have been opened to Sequence Eight]
Her eyes instantly lit up, speaking in a low voice.
"Quick, quick, quick!
"Let’s sneak a peek, see what Sequence Eight can see differently!"
Bai Mo was also a bit curious, imdiately took out his phone, opened the Committee’s official app.
After opening it, the page refreshed, unexpectedly loading a new tab page.
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