Everything I Got from Online Shopping Was Legit

Chapter 35: Our Food Seems to Have Run Away

“Mm~~ not bad!”

Inside the office, Liu Rushuang took a sip of tea and felt it was quite good. This made her even more certain that promoting Lin Mo as her secretary was a clear choice.

The only downside was that the term was too short—within two days, he would be gone.

Lin Mo, however, did not really care. Work was work no matter where he was, and in Liu Rushuang’s office, he did not even need to work. He did not even need to clean; all he had to do was sit there. At most, he would make some tea or pour water—completely easy and relaxed.

“By the way, where’s your original secretary?” Yuan Meng put down her cup and asked.

At this, Liu Rushuang smiled and shook her head: “I promoted Little Mo to be my secretary, and you still ask me whether there’s an issue? Can’t you imagine what the relationship was between that secretary and Yang Chuan?

That so-called secretary of his was just a cover. The two of them were very close. Now that Yang Chuan is gone, how could that secretary possibly stay?

As for my new secretary, she’ll only be arriving in a few days. For now, Little Mo is filling in.

Just think of it as giving him two days off. Sitting in front of a computer every day is nowhere near as comfortable as being in my office. If he wants to play games, he can play games; if he wants to do something else, he can. Little Mo’s about to leave anyway, can’t I let him enjoy it a little?”

To Liu Rushuang, it truly did not matter whether Lin Mo worked or not. If he were not returning to school, she would have kept him as her secretary indefinitely. What mattered most was that she appreciated his tea-making skills.

“You want him to fill in? Fill in how?”

It was as though Yuan Meng’s brain had some kind of filter—Liu Rushuang said a whole bunch of things, but she only caught that one line.

Liu Rushuang: ...

“President Liu, what about my work...” Lin Mo asked from the side. It wasn’t that he wanted to work, but today’s tasks were supposed to be submitted to the team leader at night.

“Isn’t there still Dong Dawei? Let him do it. Some people in the company say he only knows how to flatter others. If he really is that kind of useless trash, he won’t last long anyway.” Liu Rushuang said casually.

Hearing this, Yuan Meng was displeased: “What? You’re still keeping Fatty Dong? That kind of petty man, why not just fire him?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. I already dismissed two department managers today. If I got rid of all of them, would you do their jobs in their place?

Although Dong Dawei isn’t a great person, every company needs someone like him from time to time. He’s still useful. At the very least, I’ll wait until the company stabilizes before making any decisions.”

What Liu Rushuang said was very clear. Indeed, this was the reality: except for very small workshops with just a few people, once a company had a large staff, conflicts would inevitably arise.

As for Dong Dawei’s work ability, she wasn’t sure yet. But his flattery, his ability to bend and stretch—that much she had already seen. Such traits had their uses in certain situations.

Most importantly, sometimes the company really needed someone to play the villain. She couldn’t be the one to take that role, right?

At worst, he could be used to absorb public anger. He absolutely couldn’t be considered trash, because trash couldn’t possibly make it to a manager’s position.

In fact, Dong Dawei himself understood this clearly. So when Liu Rushuang had him take over Lin Mo’s intern-level tasks, he accepted without a word. If it had been anyone else, they would probably have felt humiliated and handed in their resignation. But not him.

In terms of workplace experience, both Yuan Meng and Lin Mo were far behind Dong Dawei.

As long as Liu Rushuang did not explicitly strip him of his manager’s title, everything else was a minor issue.

“Tch~ cold-hearted. Truly worthy of being Liu Rushuang.” Yuan Meng naturally understood the meaning behind her words. Even though she disliked Fatty Dong, she also knew Liu Rushuang’s reasoning was sound.

Besides, it wasn’t her company anyway, so why care? She was just here to find a place to settle, relax, and find something to do to avoid boredom.

“In that case, I’ll stay in your office too. Your sofa’s comfy, and I can even duo queue with Xiao Black Dog.”

Seeing Lin Mo reassigned there, Yuan Meng had the same thought. She hadn’t come before because she wasn’t familiar with Yang Chuan, but now there was no such restriction. After all, slacking off in front of the boss was the best kind of slacking.

While the three of them were happily drinking tea in the office, things outside were quite lively. In just one afternoon, everyone in the company knew that the managers of the Logistics and Finance Departments had been dismissed, and replacements had already taken over.

Some said the new President Liu had ousted the former General Manager Yang Chuan. Others said it was because Yang Chuan and his secretary were reported for misconduct. In short, rumors abounded.

There was also talk that Manager Dong Dawei had been demoted to a regular employee, allegedly for offending Yuan Meng from the Sales Department.

According to “reliable sources,” Yuan Meng was President Liu’s relative. The gossip even had “solid proof.” The key was, some people had gone to check and really did see Dong Dawei working at a regular employee’s desk. This made many who had once suffered under him feel very pleased.

As for where the accurate news came from—naturally, it was spread by Zhang Wei, the little gossip king. He had been present to see it firsthand, with witnesses to back it up, and the news spread like wildfire.

At 5 p.m., they got off work as usual. The office sofa was indeed comfortable, and Lin Mo was feeling a bit drowsy. Yuan Meng had even taken a nap and started snoring.

They called Zhang Wei, and the three of them went straight to the internet café to play in a three-man squad. As Yuan Meng put it, Xiao Black Dog didn’t have much time left, so they should play as many matches as possible before he was gone—otherwise, they might not even be able to form a full squad in the future.

Naturally, from Zhang Wei they also heard plenty of funny stories about the mess Dong Dawei had made that afternoon. After all, it had been a long time since he had done such tasks himself. One team leader who disliked him had even deliberately given him particularly difficult assignments, just so he could taste the hardships of ordinary workers.

Hearing this, Yuan Meng slapped her thigh in regret. If she had known, she wouldn’t have stayed in the office. There had been so much fun outside!

At 11 p.m., the three of them stood in front of a fried rice stall outside the internet café, grumbling at each other.

“You two had diarrhea today or something? Always dragging behind, and you still think you can climb the ranks?” Yuan Meng said.

At this, Zhang Wei and Lin Mo did not even want to respond. They both knew who was really dragging behind.

“Especially you, Zhang Wei. You kept swinging that stick at the big Buddha. I told you—it’s fine if you swing, but you can’t just—”

Zhang Wei: “Huh?”

“Uh... you can’t just swing randomly. You’ve got to follow my rhythm!” Yuan Meng quickly corrected herself.

Well, given that Yuan Meng had paid for the café time, the cold drinks, and now was treating them to late-night snacks, Zhang Wei decided to let it slide.

Just as Yuan Meng was still berating Zhang Wei, a commotion broke out around them. Suddenly, a group of small street vendors with food carts all packed up and fled.

“Sister Yuan, Sister Yuan!” Lin Mo quickly reminded her.

“What? Are you saying I didn’t scold you too?”

“No, I mean... our food seems to have run away!” Lin Mo said helplessly.

At that, Yuan Meng froze. Her huge plate of fried rice and fried noodles—gone? A closer look revealed that it was the city enforcement officers who had arrived.

The three of them: ...

And so, on that street, a scene unfolded: Ancestor of Bright Moon was chasing after a food cart.

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