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Junxi
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Chapter One: Reeds and Rushes
Junxi held her resume tightly, glancing at the flamboyant women in the hall.
"Are they hiring translators or hostesses here?" a girl in a suit murmured beside her, then looked up at Junxi with a smile. "At least we’re dressed normally compared to them."
Junxi looked down at her outfit—a white blouse paired with a light gray pencil skirt, complemented by light-colored shoes. Among these vibrant and ostentatious women, she indeed fit the description of "normal."
The girl seemed to want to say more, but Junxi retreated to a nearby sofa and sat down, feeling somewhat anxious.
Her classmates had all gradually found internships, while she had been busy wrapping up her part-time job. This was her first formal interview.
Zhou Group—Hengfu Group was the top enterprise among the ten strongest companies in Qingcheng.
As a newcomer, if she truly had the chance to enter such a company for training, it would mean starting ahead of the game.
Of course, that wasn’t the main point. The key was that Hengfu Group offered generous salaries, and she really needed the money.
However, the competition for the position of personal translator for the CEO of Zhou Group was fiercer than she had imagined.
"Do you know who the new president is?" The girl plopped down beside Junxi.
Junxi shook her head. She had asked Zhou Ziyan, the heir of Zhou Group, before coming here, but he had kept it vague. He said, "You'll find out when you see him; you won't be disappointed."
How important was her satisfaction? It sounded as if he was certain she would be hired.
"I heard this president is a typical rich and handsome type—a top bachelor among golden singles. Look at these women posing and preening; don’t think they’re just after this job—they’re actually trying to marry into wealth… Oh! Here he comes!"
The girl, who had been filled with righteous indignation just a moment ago, was now swept along with the crowd towards the glass doors.
A car came to a stop outside, its design understated and devoid of any ostentation; it was a Mercedes, a sleek black Mercedes.
The driver got out and opened the door, and a man stepped out. Through the throng of people, Junxi caught sight of him and froze.
He was dressed in a sharp black suit, his features strikingly handsome, but what stood out the most were his long legs that seemed to embody the latest fashion trends.
It was him...
"The CEO has arrived. Those here for interviews, please prepare yourselves and enter in order of your numbers," called the Lobby Manager, breaking Junxi's reverie. She snapped back to reality just as the man was ushered into the elevator by the staff.
"Hey, did you see that? That's CEO Zhou Xuanyu."
"He's absolutely devastatingly handsome!"
"It seems he will be interviewing us!"
"Oh my gosh, I'm going to be so nervous."
Those whispers gradually made their way into Junxi's ears. She quietly clenched her fist to hide the sweat forming in her palm.
It was Zhou Xuanyu... it was really Zhou Xuanyu.
The interviews were taking place in the conference room on the second floor. Junxi was number five, and since her number was early, she had been waiting in line on the second floor since morning.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the conference room, she could see Zhou Xuanyu sitting at the center of the interview panel. The other interviewers occasionally leaned over to speak with him, but he remained silent throughout.
"Number five, come in," someone called from inside.
Junxi steadied herself and pushed the door open.
The temperature in the conference room was moderate, but the interviewers' gazes felt like cold arrows. Zhou Xuanyu was staring intently at his phone, not even glancing her way.
"Please introduce yourself. Don't just tell us about your prestigious school; say something memorable," said the woman on the left, her lips curling into a cold smile.
Junxi nodded, took a light breath, and said, "My name is Wen Junxi. The 'Wen' in literature, 'The Mountain Has Trees' without branches, and 'Junxi' as in 'you don't know Junxi.'"
Several interviewers frowned, but Zhou Xuanyu, who had been disinterested until now, suddenly looked up.
Junxi met his deep and inscrutable gaze, and her palms grew sweatier.
Zhou Xuanyu's expression was cool and unreadable, his voice bland and flavorless.
"Repeat what you just said in English."
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Sisters, I'm back lightly; are you still there?
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