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I was about to speak when my phone suddenly vibrated. A message from an unknown number read: "Come to my office. — Lu Chen"
Lin Yue raised an eyebrow at my expression. "Looks like I was right, huh?"
I didn’t respond and turned to leave.
Standing at the door of the president's office, I took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in," came Lu Chen's deep voice.
I pushed the door open and saw him standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. Sunlight poured over him, outlining his perfect silhouette. He turned around and gestured for me to sit down.
"About last night," he said straightforwardly, "you handled it well."
I was taken aback. " manager Lu, I actually didn’t do anything…"
"Sometimes, doing nothing is the best choice," he said as he walked to his desk and picked up a document. "I reviewed your resume; it's impressive. Are you interested in participating in the 'Xing Chen Plan'?"
I looked up in shock. The 'Xing Chen Plan' was Hengsheng's most prestigious management trainee program, accepting only three candidates each year, often referred to as the "Whampoa Military Academy" of the finance world.
"I…" I was at a loss for words.
"You don’t have to answer right now," he said, handing me a document. "This is the project introduction; you can think it over."
I took the document, feeling my palms grow warm. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at it, frowning slightly. "Sorry, I need to take this call."
I stood up discreetly. "I'll step out for now."
As I left the office, I leaned against the wall, my heart racing as if it might leap out of my chest. Lin Yue was right; this was indeed an opportunity but also a huge challenge.
Back at my desk, Chen Mo immediately leaned over. "So, what did manager Lu want?"
I shook my head. "Nothing much, just asked about work."
He looked at me suspiciously but didn’t press further. I opened my computer but couldn’t focus on a single word. The message from Zhang Ming still lingered on my phone, reminding me of the harsh realities of this workplace.
In the afternoon, news suddenly spread within the company: Zhang Ming had been reassigned. It was said to be due to work errors, but everyone knew the real reason.
Watching Zhang Ming pack up and leave, a chill ran down my spine. In this ruthless financial jungle, one wrong step could lead to irreparable consequences.
As I was leaving work, Lin Yue sent me a message: "What are you thinking?"
I replied: "I want to give it a try."
"The choice of Ming Zhi," she quickly replied, "but remember, in Hengsheng, opportunity and danger always coexist."
I put away my phone and looked out at the darkening sky. The city’s neon lights began to flicker on, reflecting my slightly weary face in the glass curtain walls.
I knew that from the moment I accepted the Xing Chen Plan, I had officially stepped into this game of power. And Lu Chen, this mysterious and dangerous man, would become my most important mentor, but also potentially my greatest threat.
Fate's Gears continued to turn, and I could no longer turn back.
"Ding—"
The elevator stopped on the 58th floor. I took a deep breath and adjusted my suit jacket. This was the highest level of Hengsheng Building and the selection venue for the Xing Chen Plan.
Through the metallic walls of the elevator, I caught a glimpse of my reflection: a black professional suit, hair neatly tied up, makeup exquisite yet understated.
"Su Wan?" A gentle male voice came from behind me.
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