Under the moonlight

The two of them appearing together at the company did not attract the attention of others, since their boss often gave rides to and from get off work to colleagues who lived nearby.

They acted as if they hadn't seen Zhao Meng, busy with their own work. Only Liang Yuanyuan greeted them as she passed by.

"The atmosphere in our company is really quite easygoing," Huang Meng said with a smile, looking at Zhao Meng. There was no hidden bullying in the workplace; everyone was busy with their own work and didn't have to bow and scrape to the boss.

"Well, our company's motto is only one thing: do your job well. Everything else is secondary. I told them on their first day that they shouldn't treat me like the boss. I'm just someone who makes money. Who is anyone's boss? We're all just slaves to money."

After Zhao Meng finished speaking, he led Huang Meng into the conference room. Shortly after they entered, a girl came in with two stacks of documents and said to Zhao Meng, "This is the product information for this batch of orders, as well as the text to be printed on the outer packaging. This one is a computer-translated S language document, and each page corresponds one-to-one with the Chinese version."

The girl wore glasses, had her hair in a high ponytail, and was meticulous. Her serious and earnest expression instantly reminded Huang Meng of Jiang Ying. They looked so alike!

"Okay, I understand." Zhao Meng nodded slightly to her, and the girl put down the documents in her hand and walked out without expression.

Huang Meng stared at her departing figure, watching her sit back down in her seat with a blank expression and continue working on her computer. It was just like Jiang Ying!

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Meng asked when he saw her constantly turning her head to look outside.

"What was that girl's name just now?" Huang Meng didn't know why, but she suddenly wanted to ask her name.

"Li Han, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just feel that she's very capable and efficient."

"Yes, that's true. She's the most educated employee here. But maybe it's because of her personality. Despite her strong work ability, she couldn't survive in a big company, so she came to my small company." Zhao Meng smiled helplessly.

“No, no, I think you two complement each other. The work environment and atmosphere of your company don’t require her to worry about interpersonal relationships and superior-subordinate relationships. She can focus all her energy on her work, which will allow her to better realize her value. And you, in turn, provide her with the opportunity and environment to realize her value.” Huang Meng seemed quite satisfied with her reasoning after she finished speaking. Her eyes shone, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she wanted to hear whether she was right or not.

"Hmm, that's a very insightful analysis!" Zhao Meng smiled as he looked at her smug little expression. "What would you like to drink? I'll go prepare it. You'll have plenty of information to read."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Meng's upturned lips instantly fell. All he knew was to keep praising others for their professionalism. When it was her turn, she had to be even more professional than them!

Huang Meng quickly picked up the documents on the table and began to read them carefully. Zhao Meng didn't say anything more, turned around and left, then gently placed a cup of tea beside her before turning around and leaving as well.

He doesn't have a dedicated office. Given his personality, he can't stand sitting in an office all the time. Sometimes he'll just sit in the office area and discuss issues with his colleagues. Other times he'll drive around the workshops and factories. In short, it's impossible for him to sit in the office obediently.

Huang Meng found that the sentences and words translated by the computer system were too stiff, and the customs of the two countries were also quite different. For example, the towel we use to wash our faces is not called that there. Also, the cup for holding toothbrushes, which we usually call a toothbrush cup, would be difficult for them to understand if printed directly on the product packaging.

There were many similar problems, but they weren't as simple as just rephrasing the names. Huang Meng didn't know how to translate some of the items into S language to represent their names. What she initially thought would be a simple matter turned out to be a difficult one. She frowned, occasionally biting her pen, truly stumped.

With nothing to do, Zhao Meng leaned against the wall of the tea room, looking at Huang Meng's worried face through the glass curtain wall of the conference room, his thoughts drifting back to that year.