1293. Chapter 1293 Isn't this a deliberate embarrassment?
"What exactly does a special assistant do?"
It sounds quite majestic.
But Ziyang will not forget that there is a whole group of secretaries at the door, and there are more than 20 others. He still needs an assistant?
Fu Hong raised his lips and smiled: "He is responsible for taking care of my daily life."
It would be even more perfect if he could serve his body again. He would be happy to do it, let alone 8,000 a month, or 80,000 a month.
"I'm not a nanny. Don't just find a position for me. To be an assistant, I have to be like those people outside. I rely on my real skills and get real wages to do real things."
Fu Hong sighed inwardly.
This little girl!
But his mind suddenly came to life and he said with a serious face: "Okay, but I'll say it first. If you can't adapt to work, you will never mention work again. Just do your work at home peacefully."
Young Mistress, let me raise you."
Ziyang pursed her lips, thought for a while, and nodded heavily.
"Okay. A gentleman's words are hard to follow."
She has confidence in herself.
Later, Fu Hong had someone bring in a desk and place it not far from him. As long as he raised his head, he could see her every move.
He even arranged a job for her.
"There is a folder on your desk. Read it all within half an hour and memorize it. There will be a meeting in forty minutes. Come with me."
Then, he left the person behind, never looked at her again, and concentrated on his official duties.
He wanted to see how long she could hold on.
Ziyang nodded. What was in front of her was a meeting document, which was more than twenty pages long. It took half an hour to read all these dense words and memorize them. Isn't this deliberately embarrassing people?
Humph, he just wants to make himself a golden bird from now on, and I have to work hard to show you.
Ziyang immersed herself in the profound and profound Chinese writing and drew with a pen.
After Fu Hong was taking a break from work, he looked up and saw Zi Yang, who was burying his head like a primary school student. He was holding his right face with his hand and looking a little dazed.
He lay back casually, but unfortunately he couldn't see her face, only her hair.
In my heart, I felt slightly unwilling.
A certain man looked at the table with his finger: "Assistant Yangyang, pour me a cup of freshly ground coffee."
Ziyang didn't hear it, she was too focused.
Dong dong dong...
He rang the table bell: "A cup of freshly ground coffee, hurry up!"
Zi Yang was so frightened that she suddenly recovered: "Ah? What did you say?"
"Coffee, freshly ground, okay? If not, will you admit defeat?"
Ziyang stood up in confusion, "Of course I will." Don't I know how to find someone to teach me?
Zi Yang pursed her lips, walked out, immediately grabbed a secretary, and asked warmly: "Sister Wan, where is the coffee machine? The person inside wants to drink coffee."
"Young Mistress, I'll just go and make a cup of coffee." Secretary Wan broke out in a cold sweat. The president wanted to drink coffee, so how could he ask the young mistress to pass on the message? However, she discovered that the young mistress who came to the company a few days ago was very favored by the president and had never ordered her to do anything.
Yes.
Ziyang waved her hand.
"It's okay. We are colleagues now. You just need to tell me where to hang out. You don't have to treat me like a young mistress."
Even so, Secretary Wan still showed great respect and carefully led Zi Yang to the coffee shop, told her the president's taste, and demonstrated it herself.
Ziyang held the coffee she made and placed it proudly in front of Fu Hong, smiling.
"President, you want the coffee. Do you have any other instructions?"