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The meeting was chaired by Manager Gao from the Sales Department, with heads of various departments taking turns to speak. Song Pearl sat in the corner, feeling drowsy.
Since starting school, she had developed a habit of dozing off during meetings. Although this Sales Department meeting seemed quite serious, as a newcomer, Song Pearl could hardly understand what they were discussing.
A round of applause broke out, jolting Song Pearl awake. She remembered that she needed to refill coffee for these people and quickly straightened her clothes before standing up.
No wonder they needed coffee; without it, it was easy to doze off during such aimless meetings.
It was now Director Qing's turn to speak, and it seemed the meeting would end soon. Holding the coffee pot, Song Pearl approached Qing Wenyu, who was speaking passionately and eloquently. Just as she was about to pour coffee for him, he gestured dramatically, spilling a pot of coffee onto Song Pearl's new dress.
"What are you doing?" Manager Gao from the Marketing Department glared at the silent and flustered Song Pearl as he took the coffee pot from her hands.
"I wasn't paying attention just now; you should go clean yourself up," Qing Wenyu said to Manager Gao, casting a cold glance at Song Pearl. His words were polite and pleasant despite his indifferent expression.
Feeling completely awake now, Song Pearl mumbled an apology and exited the conference room. At her age, it was her first time serving tea and coffee for others.
In the restroom, Song Pearl turned on the faucet and found that hot water flowed out. She grabbed a clean cloth nearby and scrubbed at the stain several times until it became less noticeable. After rinsing the cloth again, she wiped it against her dress.
When the meeting adjourned, Song Pearl was still busy cleaning her dress. Manager Gao approached her and said, "You can leave after tidying up the conference room."
"Understood," Song Pearl replied as she took the cloth back into the conference room.
After finishing cleaning in the conference room and locking the door, she returned to her office only to find that all her colleagues had already left for the day. The last one to leave, a young man in a suit carrying a black briefcase, nodded at Song Pearl and casually said, "Make sure to clean up properly and turn off the lights before you leave."
He hurriedly exited the office without showing any concern for the new colleague.
Song Pearl grabbed a vacuum cleaner and cloth to tidy up the empty office. Although she wasn't crying out of frustration, her mood had certainly dropped.
Nothing had gone smoothly on her first day; even the tasks assigned by her superior were done haphazardly. She knew she had to do well with this final cleaning task.
When Qing Wenyu finished tidying up his work and left the office, it was already past closing time. He had taken over the marketing center of the group amidst a bleak sales market, and the burden on his shoulders was heavy. In addition to the sales center, he was also responsible for various development and cooperation projects this year.
He had a strong aptitude for business management, and his life trajectory had always followed his father Qing Yuansheng's arrangements, progressing step by step. Since joining Hongqing, he had become a dedicated workaholic, completely focused on his job without complaints, despite the fatigue.
As he passed by the Sales Department, Qing Wenyu glanced into the brightly lit office and happened to see the frail Song Pearl struggling to pick up scraps of paper from under her desk. Her already messy shoulder-length hair was now disheveled like a bird's nest.
"The development project for Song Family Village needs to be expedited. The cooperating group we contacted also requires further discussions. The president of that group, Wu Qiang, is Wu Yuqian's father. Starting with Wu Yuqian, this collaboration should have promising investment prospects..."
Seeing Song Pearl reminded Qing Wenyu of the Song Family Village development project, causing him to pause. As Song Pearl bent down to drag the papers, she sensed someone watching her and straightened up to meet Qing Wenyu's gaze.
Noticing that Song Pearl was looking at him, Qing Wenyu's thoughts returned from the development project. He recalled how he had accidentally dirtied her clothes during the meeting and felt a twinge of guilt.
With dust all over her face and clothes, Song Pearl politely greeted him, "Hello, Director." Then she realized it was inappropriate since it was already past working hours—what was she doing?
"Does the Sales Department clean up after themselves?" Qing Wenyu asked.
"I don't know; that's just how they left it for me," Song Pearl replied, lowering her head.
"This rule is quite good," Qing Wenyu nodded. "It can cultivate a sense of dedication in new employees."
"Such grandiose words," Song Pearl thought to herself as she kept her head down.
"I'm new here too; I didn't mean to dirty your clothes. Let me help you!" Qing Wenyu said as he set down his briefcase, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up a cloth.
Song Pearl was slow to react; when Qing Wenyu took the mop from her hands, she finally realized and politely said, "Director Qing, no need for that! I can handle it myself; this kind of work isn't something someone like you should be doing!"
"Is that so?" Qing Wenyu raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Pearl with a hint of playful mischief in his eyes. The mop swiftly glided across the floor, leaving behind a clean shine. "I think I'm cleaning much more efficiently than you."
"Of course, of course, it was Director Qing who did well." Flattering words were not something one needed to be taught; Song Pearl realized she could also be quite fluent in them.
For the first time, she felt a bit of fondness for the overbearing Qing Secretary. After all, anyone whose consciousness could actively help others was quite admirable.
After Turn Off locked the door, the outside was already dotted with stars. The streetlights were bright along the main road, and pedestrians were bustling about. Not far away, a Square Dance was lively in full swing.
Qing Wenyu, who walked out of the office area, was polite but said nothing, lacking any gentlemanly demeanor as he started his car and drove away.
Under the streetlight, Song Pearl, who had no money on her, walked alone along the sidewalk toward the dormitory apartment. Her slender figure was elongated by the neon lights, and her hair was gently blown against her face by the breeze, making her skin feel a bit itchy.
Song Pearl tucked her hair behind her ears. Since starting work, she hadn't changed her short hairstyle. It wasn't due to laziness; rather, Hong Xinran had always been thin and not well-proportioned. If she cut her hair shorter, people might easily mistake her for a boy. So Song Pearl resolutely decided to let her hair grow out.
Initially confident that she wouldn't get lost, Song Pearl soon realized she seemed to have lost her way again. Moreover, two groups of unsavory individuals were staring at her. The first group consisted of an unattractive man who tilted his head and followed Song Pearl for several steps until he saw her catch up with two girls carrying bags and walk alongside them before leaving.
Song Pearl asked the two girls for directions to the apartment and confirmed she wasn't going the wrong way, which allowed her to continue walking with peace of mind. However, not long after, she encountered two young men with dyed Yellow-Haired Girl hair who whistled at her and bumped into her shoulder. Startled, Song Pearl took off running.
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