Depressed wife runs with the ball

Her office was right outside Zhou Xingzhi's office, and Secretary Jiang was next door. It took her a minute to walk over, but she could practically see him just by pushing the door open. Secretary Jiang instructed, "Every morning, you have to arrive earlier than Mr. Zhou, prepare your itinerary for the day, and report to him as soon as he arrives. You have to attend meetings, and afterward, prepare meeting minutes and send them to his email."

Cuiyuan is far from Xinghui, and it takes an hour to get there by subway. But she still arrives earlier than him, and all she does is wait on him.

"If you have to follow him to meetings, then can't you just go with him when he goes on business trips?" Chu Yue tried to find some time to slack off.

"You have to pack his luggage, book tickets and hotels for him in advance when he goes on a business trip." Secretary Jiang's job now is to connect with other departments, and all the trivial matters before have been handed over to her.

It’s better not to ask, because asking will only make you more busy.

"We also need to issue project progress plans and clarify time nodes based on the project progress reported by each department, coordinate various resource problems reported by each department, and complete the various tasks assigned by General Manager Zhou." Jiang Tao wanted to hand over all the work on hand in almost one day, including the various project materials in his hands, except for Qucho, which Zhou Xingzhi specifically assigned to him.

This was a completely new field for Chu Yue, and much of the information she received was in English. With her job 24/7, she had to follow this CEO around. How could she find time to draw? Help! I wanted to quit on my first day.

Why did Zhou Xingzhi insist on her being his special assistant? In just one morning, she'd already received so much information she couldn't digest. She sat at her computer, tilting her head to study the employee handbook, trying to find a harmless rule that would allow Xinghui to fire her.

Zhou Xingzhi was meeting with guests in the office, and Jiang Tao didn't have to follow, so he had time to hand these things over to her.

There was a vast amount of project information, covering a wide range of fields, including real estate construction, supermarket development, investment and business, film and television entertainment, and culture and art. She clicked on the information about the special support project of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

The academy had always had this project, but she hadn't expected it to be related to Xinghui. The HR department quickly sent her the OA account and password. She logged into OA and entered the project name in the search bar.

The group's news and public relations department also published a special article on the official account. In the middle, there is a photo showing Zhou Xingzhi visiting the research institute, surrounded by a group of people, including Teacher Yang.

She realized that the small figure in the studio, holding a mop, with his back to them, looking out the window, looked like herself. It turned out they had really met before. He said he had heard Professor Yang mention that he was real.

Professor Yang said he was coming to Qiancheng next month to participate in a youth art festival. Could it be related to Xinghui? She went to Jiang Tao to ask. Jiang Tao played dumb: "What art festival? I haven't heard of this project? Where did you see it?"

"Ah, no, that may not be organized by Xinghui." Chu Yue thought that he could participate in this project, the Youth Art Festival, so he should be counted, right?

"Have you sorted out all the work you're working on?" Jiang Tao quickly changed the subject. Zhou Xingzhi had also specifically instructed her not to have any prior contact with the Youth Art Festival and that the entire process must remain confidential until the opening.

"Not yet." She hurried back to her workstation to familiarize herself with her job.

Near lunchtime, an older man came to see Zhou Xingzhi. Although he was old, he was in good spirits and showed an attitude of not tolerating rejection the moment he opened his mouth.

"Is Xingzhi in there?" He was leaning on a crutch, squinting his eyes and looking at Chu Yue. It was the first time he saw a little girl sitting in the president's office.

"Yes, do you have an appointment?" Secretary Jiang was also in Zhou Xingzhi's office. She couldn't go and call him, so she had to do the reception work herself.

Appointment? No one in the entire group dared to ask an old man like him to make an appointment. What's more, the person he came to see was his own son.

Zhou Kecheng looked at the girl. She didn't look like a secretary, but rather had a bit of an artistic temperament. "New here? What's your name?"

"Yes, I'm new here. What's your name? I'll go in and ask." Chu Yue thought it wouldn't be a good idea to let him in directly, as there were still some customers inside, but it also didn't seem good to let an old man wait at the door.

"What's your name?" the old man asked again.

"Chu Yue." She had no choice but to reply him.

Chu Yue? The old man looked at her carefully. Could she be the proud student that Old Yang often mentioned? She was quite pretty, so why was she working as a special assistant here?

"A student of Lao Yang from the Central Academy of Fine Arts?"

Chu Yue was stunned when she heard this! The HR department? The HR department didn't know whose student she was?

"Do you know Teacher Yang?"

Zhou Kecheng smiled. Sure enough, he was Lao Yang's student. "My wife really likes your graduation project. What's it called... 'Courtyard Time'?"

Could this be the person in charge of the special support project of the Central Academy of Fine Arts?

Thinking of this, she wanted to ask about the Youth Art Festival. Jiang Tao opened the door and came out of the office. Seeing Zhou Kecheng, he bowed slightly and called out, "Mr. Zhou."

Mr. Zhou? Isn't that Zhou Xingzhi's father? Chu Yue quickly followed Jiang Tao's lead and bowed slightly. She was glad she hadn't said anything outrageous.

Yes. Zhou Kecheng nodded to the two of them and stepped into Zhou Xingzhi's office.

Zhou Xingzhi saw him come in and walked forward to greet him. He glanced at Chu Yue out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately, he didn't scare her.

Zhou Kecheng greeted the two people inside, who also came to discuss the Youth Art Festival.

"Now that Professor Yang is here, shouldn't she meet her favorite student?" Zhou Kecheng asked Zhou Xingzhi.

"Yes. Professor Yang has already made arrangements." Zhou Xingzhi replied.

"You, if your mother knew about this, she would definitely ask this little girl to come home for dinner every day."

Zhou Kecheng never thought that his son liked art before. In order to give his mother a surprise, he specially brought him into the group as a special assistant?

Chu Yue looked at the closed door, then at Jiang Tao who was looking down. The Youth Art Festival was definitely hosted by Xinghui.

The two guests sitting on the sofa were confused. One of them asked, "Is Professor Yang's favorite student in Qiancheng?"

One of them is the secretary of the deputy mayor, and the other is the Minister of Propaganda. The city attaches great importance to this art festival.

"Haha, not only in Qiancheng, but now also in Xinghui Building." The old man took a sip of tea.

Zhou Xingzhi originally wanted to wait for Professor Yang to come before introducing him in person, but he never expected that the old man had met him first.

"In Xinghui? Then bring him here to meet me. Oh, there's a person named Cherry on the Internet recently. She has a lot of paintings and they are very popular. She is also in Qiancheng." The mayor's secretary thought that if the works of these two people appeared at the art festival, they would probably attract a lot of attention.

"Cherry? Is there a seal on the painting?" Zhou Xingzhi guessed that it was most likely Su Ying using Chu Yue's painting to create momentum.

"It's blurred. I checked it out," the mayor's secretary said. "But the painting is really good, very artistic."

"Chinese painting?" Zhou Xingzhi remembered the Chinese painting he saw at Chu Yue's house two days ago.

"Well, Mr. Zhou has also seen it?"

Zhou Xingzhi smiled and shook his head.

Chu Yue was holding her phone when she wanted to ask Jiang Tao if he should go out to eat lunch. An auntie came to deliver Zhou Xingzhi's lunch, handed the thermal bag to Chu Yue with a smile, and said, "Secretary Jiang is not here today?"

"He...may have gone out to eat. Who is this?" Chu Yue felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had seen him before.

"This is Mr. Zhou's lunch. I deliver it to him every day. Little girl, I saw you last time." The aunt had a good memory. She had seen me once at home and once in the office.

"Oh, okay. Mr. Zhou is still meeting with guests. I'll bring it to him later." Chu Yue took the lunch box and thought to himself that he should be put first in everything. She should come earlier than him, arrange his itinerary in advance, and bring him the meal first.

Ji Yan had never had so much to do before. He hadn't even figured out the English materials in his hand, and people kept coming to look for him. As the two were talking, a group of people pushed the door open and came out.

Chu Yue nodded slightly, and her aunt stood behind her.