He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 214 - 207 Low-key Master Wen Changling (Part 1)

Chapter 214: 207: Low-key Master Wen Changling (Part 1)

Chapter 214: 207: Low-key Master Wen Changling (Part 1)

Huaqi Technology Department had a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder patient named Yun Yi.

Every day, he sat in the same spot, at the same time, ordered the same dishes, and on the eighth minute of his meal, he would go get soup—his routine was unchanging, come rain or shine.

Today was a bit different.

Next to the notebook he had placed on the table was an extra piece of paper. He glanced at it, and despite his aversion to picking up random items, he still picked up the paper and read it thoroughly.

There were two lines of code on the paper.

Implementing them into his computational program would result in a more optimized solution, according to this logic algorithm.

“Auntie.”

The auntie clearing the dishes nearby: “Did you call me?”

He nodded.

The auntie walked over.

Yun Yi was quite famous in Huaqi Technology as the youngest senior engineer in the technology department. It was said that he only had a junior high school diploma, but his technical skills were solid. He was extremely reluctant to interact with others, to the point where people originally thought he might be mute.

It was rare for him to take the initiative to ask a question,”Who was sitting here just now?”

You’ve been sitting across from them for days and still don’t know who it is?

“I don’t know her either,” said the auntie. “It was a girl, pretty and smart-looking.” That’s what you get for not looking up when eating.

Yun Yi started as a hacker and was poached by Huaqi Technology for a hefty sum. He was in charge of developing a new type of assisted driving in collaboration with Eastern Automobile.

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The lunch break had just ended when the manager of Group Two walked over to Wen Changling’s workstation.

“Xiao Wen.”

Xiao Wen looked up.

Manager Zhou came over specially to show care and concern, “How have you been adapting these past few days?”

“Fine.”

Manager Zhou’s face wore a kindly smile, “If there’s anything inconvenient at work, or something you don’t understand, feel free to tell me, or you can ask Engineer Shen.”

Xiao Wen’s direct supervisor was Wang Jun, but because Manager Zhou worried that it might be inconvenient for her as the only female in the group, he had the only female engineer take her under her wing more often.

Xiao Wen: “Oh.”

Xiao Wen seemed a bit aloof.

That’s fine, she can be aloof, Xiao Wen is a person with connections. Manager Zhou has plenty of experience dealing with such relations.

“Work hard.”

“Sure.”

Although her responses were succinct and appeared aloof, Xiao Wen looked submissive, quietly gentle, quite honest, not the kind to stir up trouble, without a single trace of the airs of a person with connections.

Manager Zhou is a good manager who cares about relations, “If you get tired from work, our company has a milk tea shop on the fourth floor, a gym on the seventh floor, and massage chairs on the eighth floor.”

No wonder Huaqi has grown so big and strong.

The business model of Huaqi was a replica of that of a very successful foreign-listed company.

Xiao Wen: “Oh.”

Manager Zhou laughed with a wrinkled smile, “Then get back to work.”

Nobody was actually giving Xiao Wen work to do; she was still in the “learning” phase—either shadowing meetings or reading documents.

She stopped Manager Zhou, “Manager Zhou.”

Manager Zhou turned back, looking at her benevolently as if she were his own child.

“Could you grant me a few permissions? I want to learn more, but I can’t access a lot of documents.”

It was rumored that Xiao Wen was President Qin’s illegitimate daughter, and President Qin was the future CEO.

“Of course, you can.”

On the spot, Manager Zhou called the IT department, “Please grant our Group Two’s Xiao Wen the permissions of an internal engineer.”

Xiao Wen politely expressed her thanks: “Thank you, Manager Zhou.”

Manager Zhou waved it off nonchalantly, “It’s nothing.”

Manager Zhou turned his head, “Engineer Wang, come to the office for a moment.”

Wang Jun’s seat was at the innermost part, one person removed from Wen Changling’s seat.

Manager Zhou called him into the office, closed the door, and pulled down the blinds—it was the necessary procedure for a private conversation with a subordinate.

“Sit.” Manager Zhou personally poured a cup of tea for Wang Jun and sat down for a heart-to-heart talk, “Engineer Wang, is there something on your mind? Your focus hasn’t been too sharp these past days.”

Manager Zhou had previous experience in human resources and had an exceptional eye for people.

“I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Really nothing else on your mind?”

Wang Jun said, “No.”

Wang Jun gave the impression of a worker who didn’t talk much but was very diligent. Human resources rated him as having high loyalty, not likely to job-hop, but with limited capacity for advancement.

Manager Zhou was shrewd, “Is it about the promotion?” A clever player at deflecting blame, “There’s currently no opening for promotion at human resources; you’ll need to wait a bit longer.”

Wang Jun remained silent.

Manager Zhou reassured: “You’re still young, there’ll be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

During the last departmental dinner, Manager Zhou, who had drunk a little too much, promised to advocate for Wang Jun’s promotion, suggesting that it was virtually guaranteed.

At thirty-two, no longer young, Wang Jun had been working at Huaqi Technology since he graduated from his master’s program. His classmates who went abroad were doing far better than him. Even though he was also a graduate of a prestigious school, he still had to take out a mortgage to buy an apartment in the capital. He had thought his promotion was a sure thing and had taken the plunge to make the down payment.

Wang Jun stood up without having taken a sip of his tea, “I’ll get back to work.”

Manager Zhou skillfully enticed him with future prospects, “You go ahead and work. Next time I dine with the director, I’ll apply for you again.”

Wang Jun left the office and glanced toward Wen Changling’s workstation.

It wasn’t that there was no opening; rather, it had been taken by someone else.

Tonight, Qin Qi was dining at home, a rare occurrence as he usually had social engagements.

During dinner, he inquired about Wen Changling’s work situation: “How do you feel about the technology department? Is it interesting?”

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Wen Changling gave a brief reply: “It’s okay.”

“And your colleagues? How do they treat you?”

“It’s okay.”

All of Group Two in the technology department knew she was a relation-based hire; apart from Engineer Shen, few others spoke to her.

But that didn’t matter; she wasn’t there to make friends. It had been the same when she first joined Dihong Hospital—she was content with her solitude.

Qin Qi never forgot to play the role of a caring father: “If you’re not happy with your job, I’ll get you another position. Don’t you suffer in silence.”