Upon stepping out the door and seeing the Bentley parked in front of her, Ye Ranran felt a headache coming on.
Who in their right mind would drive such a car to a job interview? Seriously, who would?
"Ma’am, please." The driver helped her open the door.
"Let’s switch to something more low-key, maybe something around 100,000 yuan," Ye Ranran suggested after some thought.
The driver looked at her with a troubled expression. "Ma’am, all the cars in the garage are over a million yuan each."
Why would Jun Mochan own a car around 100,000 yuan? He won’t even drive anything less than two million!
She should have expected this. Ye Ranran twitched the corner of her mouth, then resigned herself to get inside.
As soon as she left the villa, Madam Wu dialed Ah Chuan’s number.
"Mr. Jun, ma’am has left and will be at Huacan soon," she informed.
"Mm, tell them that under no circumstances is she to be allowed to leave. Also, no mention of our relationship with J.C Group is allowed." A faint smile played on Jun Mochan’s face. When he lowered his head, there was a slight hint of warmth in his smile.
"Okay," Ah Chuan replied helplessly.
Indeed, the president was truly concerned about his wife.
Looking up at the towering eight-story building in front of her, then over to the J.C Group building across the street, Ye Ranran blinked.
After casting a few more lingering glances, she finally walked in.
The middle-aged man interviewing her was Huacan’s head of HR.
After asking her some basic questions, he began to introduce the company:
"Huacan is a newly established film and television company. We have just signed ten artists, including some top stars. I have reviewed your resume and portfolio and I’m quite satisfied. Are you interested in joining our company?" he asked.
Ye Ranran didn’t agree immediately, "May I know, how many fashion designers does our company plan to hire? Are all the designers responsible for the costume design for the TV dramas?"
"We plan to hire five designers. In the future, we might start filming multiple dramas at the same time and we don’t want to be short-staffed. Apart from the drama costumes, responsibilities also include advertising, star image, TV program costumes, and so on."
In other words, be prepared to be flung wherever help is needed.
However, judging from the setup, the boss behind the scenes seemed to be wealthy and generous. The benefits were good, the environment was good, and career development prospects seemed promising.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Ranran agreed.
"Lately, I’ve been feeling a little under the weather. Can I start next week?" Ye Ranran asked a bit embarrassedly.
Her main concern was her medical follow-up appointment scheduled for the next few days. She didn’t want to ask for leave barely three days into her new job. That wouldn’t leave a good impression.
"Mainly, I have a cold." Fearing people might think she was weak, Ye Ranran coughed twice to indicate this was an exceptional circumstance.
"No problem. Everyone encounters exceptional situations. And since the company is just getting off the ground and there isn’t much to do yet, starting next Monday will be fine," assured the jovial middle-aged man, without a trace of displeasure.
"Thank you," Ye Ranran said, overjoyed.
Ye Ranran’s modest attitude added a touch of admiration to the middle-aged man’s gaze.
He had assumed that an employee handpicked by the higher-ups would be full of arrogance and hard to deal with. It turned out not to be the case.
Once she left Huacan, Ye Ranran looked across the street at the J.C building and texted Jun Mochan, "Are you there?"
Seeing a string of ellipsis on her phone, Ye Ranran chuckled.
If he could send her messages, it meant he probably had some spare time. Ye Ranran put her phone away and started heading towards the J.C Group building.
"Ma’am, you’re here." The receptionist greeted Ye Ranran with an overly sweet smile.