Super doctor system

Hesitating, Luo Mengmeng slowly approached him, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number given by the chief curator.

"Jingle bell bell"

The pleasant ringtone of the mobile phone rang in the pocket of the middle-aged man in front.

The corners of Luo Mengmeng's mouth twitched, she couldn't believe it.

The chief curator's relatives actually look so useless?

This difference is really too big. If the chief curator hadn't admitted it himself, no one would believe it.

It seems that her job is a bit difficult.

With regret and disappointment, Luo Mengmeng calmly walked to Zhang Qiming's side, and asked with a smile:

"Mr. Zhang Qiming?"

"Yes." Zhang Qiming looked up at Luo Mengmeng, and was immediately captured by Luo Mengmeng's glory, and unconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look again, for fear of losing his composure.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman, a hundred times more beautiful than her wife Liu Xi, and that kind of confident and glamorous temperament was beyond his wife's flattery.

"I'm Mr. Li Cong's secretary. I'm in charge of your work. Please come with me." Luo Mengmeng made a gesture of invitation.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." Zhang Qiming was so nervous that he didn't know what to say, so he could only instinctively follow Luo Mengmeng inside.

After entering the Guoshu Building, he was overwhelmed by the environment inside and the flow of people coming and going, and unconsciously became hurried, nervous, and unconfident.

Especially those who passed by, the suspicious and questioning eyes made him dare not make any unnecessary movements.

He has stayed at home for too long, too long, he has not adapted to the external environment, and has a kind of stress reaction.

During the whole process, Luo Mengmeng was watching from the sidelines, but she didn't show any strange expression, but was very natural, as if she didn't see anything.

Under Luo Mengmeng's guidance, Zhang Qiming managed to regain some confidence, and followed Luo Mengmeng into the elevator of the Guoshu Building.

"That. Miss Luo. Are you... really Xiao Cong's secretary?"

It wasn't until entering the elevator, in an environment with no one else, that Zhang Qiming finally mustered up the courage to ask questions.

"Yes." Luo Mengmeng responded very softly.

"Sure enough, Xiao Cong is really the boss." Zhang Qiming nodded with a sigh of relief.

"That...then what does he do."

"He's the boss." Luo Mengmeng said vaguely.

Li Cong did not give her a clear reminder, so it was inconvenient for her to reveal Li Cong's true identity without Li Cong's order.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Qiming nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang Qiming, what are your requirements for the job, and what are your requirements for salary."

"It's best not to exceed four hours a day, two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon." Zhang Qiming said quickly.

"The salary should not be too low, preferably not less than 5000 yuan."

When it came to the end, Zhang Qiming spoke in a quieter voice, as if he knew that his conditions were too much and he was embarrassed to say so.

Luo Mengmeng looked calm, and she was not too surprised from the beginning to the end. After pondering for a while, she said seriously: "Well, the salary is 1 yuan a month. You can get it by the day or by the week. Or ten days, every half a month, it’s fine, you decide.”

"As far as working four hours a day, it doesn't matter."

"We don't care about that."

"No, no." Zhang Qiming waved his hands again and again.

"Not satisfied?" Luo Mengmeng was stunned.

Such a good condition, if it wasn't for the order of the chief curator, Zhang Qiming would not be qualified to have it at all.

After leaving here, it is estimated that the whole of Jiangning will not find such a good job.

This guy is too greedy.

Luo Mengmeng frowned silently in her heart.

"That's not what I mean, I mean, this salary is really too high." Zhang Qiming said quickly.

In fact, he knew very well that a salary of 5000 yuan was also very high for him, but he had no other choice. The current situation at home was too serious, so he could only be thick-skinned.

"Then eight thousand is fine, don't refuse, it's already very low." Luo Mengmeng said directly.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Qiming nodded in embarrassment.

Soon, Luo Mengmeng took Zhang Qiming to his 'work' place.

This is a small room of more than 100 square meters, except for a few equipment, there is almost nothing else in it. The wall facing the door is a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the scenery outside the window.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Luo Mengmeng's carefully selected coach of the martial arts gymnasium for Zhang Qiming stood there admiring the scenery. When he heard the knock on the door, he immediately turned his head around.

"Hello, Secretary Luo." The coach greeted Luo Mengmeng.

"Hello, Coach Zhang." Luo Mengmeng nodded to the coach she invited.

Then, she turned her head and said to Zhang Qiming.

"Your job is very simple, that is to train, to train with this coach."

"Whatever he says, you do."

"Training?" Zhang Qiming was dumbfounded, but he didn't dare to question Luo Mengmeng, so he nodded silently.

Coach Zhang came over, just glanced at Zhang Qiming, and couldn't help frowning. Then, he pulled Luo Mengmeng out of the room, and said bluntly:
"This person has no talent at first glance. It is basically a waste of time to take him to practice martial arts."

"It doesn't matter, you take him to practice, as long as you make progress, my requirements are not high." Luo Mengmeng said very generously.

In fact, the first time she saw Zhang Qiming, she knew that Zhang Qiming had no talent for martial arts, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was the chief curator's request.

"That's okay." Coach Zhang nodded.

If the requirements are not high, you can still practice. There is no guarantee to become a warrior, but after practicing for a few months, it is not a problem to beat up a little gangster.

While they were discussing outside the door, Zhang Qiming walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows very bored.

The glare of the sun made him close his eyes subconsciously, and he opened them slowly after a while after he got used to it.

Then, he saw the scenery outside the window.

This is the middle floor of the Guoshu Building, which is hundreds of meters above the ground.

Standing on a high place, some people will panic, and some people will have different things in their hearts.

Zhang Qiming is the latter kind of person, looking at the pedestrians below who are like ants, the house as big as a matchbox, and the car as big as a fingernail, he suddenly feels that they are so insignificant.

Unknowingly, something different began to appear in his heart.

"Mr. Zhang Qiming." Luo Mengmeng walked into the room and said to Zhang Qiming who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows:
"I've already explained it to Coach Zhang, and then you just need to listen to him."

"Do you have anything else to do? If there's nothing else, I'll go first."