Although the Mu Corporation started off as nouveau riche, their excellent company benefits still attracted a lot of talent.
Back then, Ji Zhaoxi went through ten rounds of interviews to get into the Mu Corporation, and she was on the verge of failing the final one.
But then she had a sudden flash of inspiration and claimed she came to the company specifically for Mu Zheng, saying she had actually known him for years.
Sitting in the corner, Mu Zheng was startled by Ji Zhaoxi's words.
A few years ago, he was still wearing slip-on loafers and sporting multicolored dyed hair.
Ji Zhaoxi said sincerely, "Seven years ago, I saw President Mu helping an old lady cross the street. At that moment, I was deeply moved by this kind-hearted boy."
Mu Zheng was taken aback. "Seven years ago?"
"I think President Mu is a good person, and I want to work in a company run by a good person," Ji Zhaoxi continued her flattery.
Mu Zheng was praised so much that he felt like he was floating on air, his mood soaring.
So, with a wave of his hand, Ji Zhaoxi was hired just like that.
The Fu Corporation's attitude toward this collaboration was somewhat subtle.
"Chairman Mu yielded so much profit this time. Could it really just be to train his son?"
The person next to him raised an eyebrow. "We'll finally get to see the rumored President Mu this time."
After all, who didn't know Mu Zheng? Among Fu Wanyi's suitors, he was the most famous.
For his first confession, Mu Zheng rented all the giant screens in City A's busiest commercial district. Back then, he didn't understand anything about styling; his clothes were covered in massive logos, and he wore a thick gold chain around his neck.
In the video, he sat on a sofa with a background made of hundred-yuan bills stacked into the shape of a heart, accompanied by giant text:
Fu Wanyi, I like you! Be with me!
Because it was so incredibly tacky, the event trended on social media. Netizens mocked him as a country bumpkin and nouveau riche, and he cried for months over the humiliation.
He just didn't understand why it was considered tacky!
For his second confession, Mu Zheng prepared extensively.
Along Fu Wanyi's daily commute route, three helicopters flew low overhead. Mu Zheng was in one of them, endlessly scattering rose petals and hundred-yuan bills down below.
As a result, pedestrians went crazy grabbing the cash, instantly causing a massive traffic jam.
Then, a disorganized fleet of gold-wrapped Rolls-Royces parked haphazardly by the roadside. Mu Zheng jumped from the helicopter onto a car, holding up a bouquet and dropping to one knee before Fu Wanyi.
And then Mu Zheng was taken to the police station.
He faced three charges: disturbing public order, illegal low-altitude flying, and defacing national currency.
It was Mu Zheng's first time in a police station, and he was so scared he cried. Later, when the police tried to calm him down, he insisted on stuffing money into their hands to settle it privately. When they refused, he got anxious, which led to him being recorded for evidence and catching an additional charge for picking quarrels and provoking trouble.
Because of these two farces, his father locked him at home for two solid months. During that time, the news was full of stories about Mu Zheng.
Mu Zheng was depressed for a long time.
The "mafia group" finally arrived at the Fu Corporation.
The Fu Corporation's receptionist jumped in fright when she saw the crowd standing at the entrance.
She asked cautiously, "Excuse me, are you President Mu?"
The bodyguards quickly lined up, and Mu Zheng swaggered out from the middle.
Receptionist: ...
She squeezed out a smile. "President Mu, will everyone be going up together?"
Mu Zheng thought this receptionist was completely unprofessional. Everyone he brought was useful, so of course they all had to go up together.
Ji Zhaoxi quickly interrupted him, "Hello, I am President Mu's assistant. Just President Mu and I will be going up."
The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief.
She almost thought Mu Zheng had brought a gang to cause trouble at the Fu Corporation.
The receptionist led Ji Zhaoxi and Mu Zheng into the elevator.
As soon as they entered the elevator, Mu Zheng kept looking at himself in the mirror. The receptionist pretended not to notice, silently watching the floor numbers go up.
"Assistant Ji, can you not be so tense? What if that old geezer Fu Linzhou thinks I'm handsome and just agrees to the deal?" Mu Zheng flicked his hair.
The receptionist continued to pretend she hadn't heard anything.
Ji Zhaoxi was terribly embarrassed. How could Mu Zheng badmouth people while inside their own company?
She cleared her throat, trying to give him a hint.
Mu Zheng frowned and looked at her. "Do you have a cold? If you have a cold, why didn't you stay home instead of coming to work? What if you infect me?"
Ji Zhaoxi choked on her words. "I don't, President. My throat is just a little uncomfortable."
Mu Zheng sighed and lamented, "Poor people always think that working hard will earn them big money. Assistant Ji, let me tell you from my own experience, money doesn't come from hard work, it relies on luck."
Two years ago, he was still living in a run-down rental apartment. Who would have thought he'd be this rich now?
Looking at Ji Zhaoxi's clothes, which didn't have a single logo on them, he felt even more pity for her.
"I just transferred you a hundred thousand. After we finish up today, go see a doctor properly."
The receptionist, who had been unresponsive until now, suddenly shuddered.
Holy crap! Real or fake?!
From the corner of her eye, she peeked at Ji Zhaoxi's movement as she opened her phone.
"Thank you, President Mu," Ji Zhaoxi thanked him sincerely.
Mu Zheng leaned against the elevator and snorted, "You're welcome."
He suddenly thought of something. "Assistant Ji, did you post on WeChat Moments? Did Fu Wanyi give you a like?"
Hearing Fu Wanyi's name, the receptionist's ears immediately perked up.
Ji Zhaoxi glanced at her Moments and said honestly, "Miss Fu did not give a like."
Mu Zheng sighed dejectedly.
"Does she not like my look today?"
Ji Zhaoxi probed tentatively, "President Mu, could it be that Miss Fu just doesn't like you, so no matter how you style yourself, she won't like it?"
Mu Zheng chuckled softly, looking at her with a gaze that said he saw right through her. "Trying to drive a wedge between me and Fu Wanyi, huh? I've already used that trick."
Heh, too green.
As for why Mu Zheng liked Fu Wanyi so much, Ji Zhaoxi had asked him before.
At the time, Mu Zheng was attending a banquet with his father. They had just gotten rich, and both were draped in thick gold chains and massive logos, wishing they could wear every valuable thing they owned on their bodies. The people around them looked at them with disdain.
Mu Zheng wasn't as thick-skinned back then as he was now. He could still read people's expressions, and feeling incredibly depressed, he hid in a corner.
Unexpectedly, he overheard people gossiping about him behind his back, saying that nouveau riche were unpresentable.
That was exactly when Fu Wanyi appeared.
"I don't think talking about people behind their backs is a presentable behavior either."
At that moment, Fu Wanyi glowed in Mu Zheng's eyes. In his own words, it was like seeing an angel.
Mu Zheng even eagerly went to find Fu Wanyi afterward.
Although Fu Wanyi seemed to have a very cold personality, her words were very warm.
"Don't mind what they say. Everyone has their own style of dressing. Weren't those clothes designed to be worn by people? As long as you're happy, that's what matters."
Mu Zheng cried after hearing those words.
Before his father struck it rich, he was truly just an incredibly ordinary person. He wasn't smart, and he wasn't good at studying. He thought he would just live a perfectly ordinary life.
Who knew his father would suddenly become nouveau riche and give him so much money? He really didn't know how to spend it, so he just bought whatever was expensive.
After hearing Fu Wanyi's words, he completely lost control of himself, and his personality underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
