Chapter 33: Sweetheart Are You Polite

Nan Jiaojiao sighed helplessly, “Senior Brother.”

“You get anxious as soon as it’s mentioned.

You, oh you, how should I deal with you?

You just toss such a big company like E.Y to me alone, playing the part of the hands-off boss quite unabashedly.”

Nan Jiaojiao immediately sat upright, “Didn’t I give you all the autumn designs?”

Pei Dongshi laughed noncommittally, “What about after that?

You don’t care about the shows, you don’t care about the marketing, and there’s a bunch of wealthy ladies specifically requesting Sweetheart to design their dresses.

I can’t even meet the person, how am I supposed to hire her?

What do you say, Sweetheart?”

He deliberately enunciated “Sweetheart” with a light and brittle tone.

Nan Jiaojiao instantly felt a tingling sensation run down her back, nervously responding, “I’ll take it, whatever amount you arrange.”

“Set aside the rest, Fourth Young Madam Bo has requested you design a dress and a complete set of pearl jewelry, offering thirty million for use on her wedding anniversary.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised an eyebrow, “Only the ladies’ version?”

“Yes.”

Fourth Madam Bo was born into nobility but had a low-key nature, never one for lavish displays.

She had a daughter in her second year into the Bo Family and only hosted a grand banquet during the child’s full moon celebration.

How unusual it was for her to do something out of the ordinary for this wedding anniversary.

“Alright, I’ll take it.

Find a time to meet her, and relay any specific requirements to me.”

“Commanding me again,” Pei Dongshi sighed, “Fine, my fate is tough, I accept.

You should at least make an appearance at the autumn collection launch, right?”

Nan Jiaojiao, nibbling on a piece of mung bean cake, replied distractedly, “We’ll see.”

“Really feel like hitting you.”

Nan Jiaojiao appeased him briefly and then hurriedly hung up the phone.

In the CEO’s office, Bo Yanching, having heard about it, deliberately pulled up the conference room surveillance to witness her subduing Qu Xiaoxiao firsthand.

“Didn’t she make any other demands?”

Han Chuan said, “No, she didn’t even look at the contract and signed immediately.”

Bo Yanching leaned his elbows on the edge of the desk, hands crossed and resting against his chin, looked at the camera that showed the girl sitting in the chair, looking too self-important by half, and snorted lightly, almost as if he laughed, “Is your assistant room short-staffed?”

“Not at all.”

Master Bo had three Gold Medal Assistants.

Han Che was in Europe, Han Lie was responsible for coordinating projects, and Han Chuan stayed by Bo Yanching’s side, handling all the big and small affairs.

The three worked seamlessly together, each worth a thousand men, never making any mistakes or ever being short-staffed.

Bo Yanching asked offhandedly, “Fancy being dispatched?”

A chord in Han Chuan’s mind was sharply plucked.

Looking at Master Bo, then back at the surveillance showing Nan Jiaojiao, he suddenly caught on, “Lacking!

Third Master, aren’t you still missing a personal assistant?

I think Miss Nan is quite suitable.

I’ll make arrangements right away!”

Bo Yanching slightly lifted his eyes, “Go ahead, corner her.”

…

As Nan Jiaojiao was about to leave, she received an employment contract.

She didn’t accept it, but it was clear that Han Chuan was forcing her to sign, otherwise the two rows of bodyguards behind him wouldn’t have let her pass.

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, flipped open the first page of the contract, counted the numerous zeros in the salary column, and her expression cooled down.

“What is this?” she burst into the office.

The two managers were reporting their work, Bo Yanching was sitting sideways on the desk edge, his hand casually brushing back the tail of his suit as he tilted his head to review data.

At her interruption, he looked up.

“Child, where are your manners?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned back, politely knocked twice on the door, and asked, “May I come in?”

“…” Bo Yanching was slightly taken aback, then let out a choked laugh, “Yes.”