Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The 100th-year anniversary celebration of the Imperial Group was less than a month away. The entire design team had their hands full.
The fashion design team was tasked with designing the outfit for Mr. Si and his companion. The most important task, however, still lies with venue design.
Everyone in the design team was feeling hectic and high-strung, as if preparing for war.
The team leader Zhang Chaowen was even more temperamental in the face of the immense pressure. His bellows could be heard from outside his office.
“What is this? Putting the buffet table here? Do you actually think that the guests come for the food?”
“The 100th-year anniversary! It’s a joyous occasion, why are you making it all white and gloomy like a funeral?”
“Do you know design? What have you learned in school? This is utter rubbish!”
Everyone in the department was on their toes and treading on thin ice, trying to avoid incurring the wrath of Zhang Chaowen.
Zhuang Nainai was still new. All she could help with was running some errands and making some photocopies. However, even then, she had her hands full and was busy beyond measure, feeling as if she should just move her desk to the printing room altogether.
The blood blister from last Friday was still not healed. Her finger still hurt from any movement.
But she was kept busy with retrieving documents from the photocopier and putting them back in.
Her phone rang punctually at 12 noon.
It was a text message from Ji Chen asking her to head upstairs for lunch.
Zhuang Nainai looked around her and saw all her colleagues were still hard at work. The stack of documents next to her had to be photocopied ten times. She could not possibly leave her work now for lunch.
Zhuang Nainai sighed and thought of the scrumptious takeout food from Ju De Restaurant. She swallowed hard and texted Ji Chen back. “I have to work, won’t be going up for lunch.”
She had just pressed send when Zhang Chaowen walked out from his office. He saw her and reprimanded at once, “Zhuang Nainai! Everyone’s slaving at work, how dare you play with your phone? Do you have nothing to do?”
Zhuang Nainai was lost for words.
She decided to let it go and not fight him over this. She lowered her head respectfully and listened to him preach. It would not hurt her to just listen.
Zhang Chaowen continued his tirade and felt his onslaught of words had fallen on deaf ears and had no effect on Zhuang Nainai.
He grunted coldly and swept a glance at his team. “Meeting will be at 1 pm!”
Groans could be heard from around the office.
It was peak hour for lunch at noon, and they had yet to prepare the materials for the meeting.
An hour was barely enough for them to queue for food downstairs.
Someone suggested, “Leader, shouldn’t we quell our hunger before we start work?”
Zhang Chaowen finally felt a pang of hunger and he looked at the time. They were indeed short on time. He caught sight of Zhuang Nainai still standing next to the photocopier and ordered, “Zhuang Nainai, go buy lunchboxes for everyone from the cafe downstairs!”
Her again?
Zhuang Nainai opened her mouth to argue, but Zhang Chaowen had already turned and entered his office.
Zhuang Nainai was at a loss.
How could she possibly carry fifty takeouts?
She was a girl, after all. What a terrible jerk Zhang Chaowen was to task her to do this!