C3 Smoking and Drinking and Tattoos

The real-estate business was a poor one, but there was no denying that it was the leader of The Money Game, and more stable than the rest.

Most of the people who were involved in real estate were experienced stockbrokers who had business planning, professional control, resource management, and procedural skills. Most importantly, they were experienced stockbrokers who had a lot of money.

Hsu Xiangwan shrunk her neck slightly as she looked at the towering group building in front of her that reflected a dazzling light.

She had thought that she would definitely be recruited by a company. However, she did not expect that it would be such a powerful company. Not to mention the company, but the company itself.

Was it because God pitied her and gave her such a good job because she had sold her house and left her job?

She told herself calmly. Sometimes, she was not surprised by HR's pretentious tricks. Maybe she was just there to make up the numbers.

In her black high heels, she walked towards the Eastern Group step by step.

The receptionist looked very sweet. While smiling, she took her to the interview room politely.

She studied Mandarin Literature in university and took photography courses. The professionalism of this position was undoubtedly easy for her, and she could easily answer the questions of the interviewers.

But she was impressed by the number of good people she could find, and by the sheer number of her competitors, and by the variety of competitions she had to compete with, and she felt that the interview was now over for her.

Most of the applicants who came out were depressed. It seemed that the interview didn't work out well. They were probably not admitted.

Soon, it was Hsu Xiangwan's turn.

The chief examiner actually stood up, blushing as if he had just received a great honor, and announced that Hsu Xiangwan, the next candidate for the eighth interview, would be interviewed by the president himself.

When she saw Jiang Siye, she probably guessed why she had such a great honor.

She forced herself to look calm, as calm as water when she saw the handsome face she had been so close to the other day. He was the owner of the group.

When Jiang Siye walked in, she lowered her eyes so that she could only see the legs of his suit.

After a long while, a low voice came from in front of her. It was just two words: "Sit."

Hsu Xiangwan sighed inwardly and chose a seat two seats away from her. Even after she sat down, she could still see from the corner of her eye the imposing figure sitting in the seat opposite her.

"You don't recognize me anymore?" The deep voice seemed to contain some playfulness.

"It's you. How could I not recognize you? I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. You're actually the chief examiner of today." A strange awkwardness spread from the soles of his feet. His high heels couldn't help but slip on the smooth tiles.

She finally raised her head. There was plenty of sunlight in the day, and it was brighter than the colorful lights of the bar and the ambiguous lights of the suite, so she could see his facial features at the right time.

His nose bridge was high and his eyebrows were deep. His pupils were constantly flashing with a black luster. He was really the best. His face was expressionless.

It was as if he was warning Hsu Xiangwan that today's interview was very serious and that she should not mention what happened the other night.

Jiang Siye didn't turn his head to meet her gaze. He kept his head down and flipped through her resume, saying casually, "Very good, winning so many awards?"

Hsu Xiangwan immediately replied, "Because of love. Love makes work exciting. I hope I will shine in your company..."

Passion? Fever?

He nodded with a calm expression and a deep and pleasant voice, "You love photography and study literature. How much did the company pay you before?"

The media company that this woman used to work in belonged to his eldest nephew, Jiang Yuan. He had to ask about it and find out more about his nephew's business situation.

"800 yuan a day after tax."

"800 yuan after sleep?"

"Yes, the salary now is all after tax."

After Jiang Siye heard this, he suddenly tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a searching gaze. She was dressed in a business suit, not revealing, even conservative, in the white shirt and dark blue pinstriped suit that had been popular the year before, and the skirt was very long. The fishtail skirt came down to her knees, but it was slim, outlining the curves and slender waistline of a woman, and showing off her white ankles.

"Mind if I smoke," he asked, his throat rolling.

"No, it's okay." She felt that there was nothing wrong with her words. Photographers were paid every day, unlike the staff who paid nine to five a month.

Jiang Siye picked up the cigarette box he had bought yesterday from his jacket pocket, knocked out a cigarette, held it to his lips, and then fumbled for his lighter. Unfortunately, he had only bought cigarettes and not a lighter. After not smoking for so many years, he had already forgotten the process.

"I have a fire..." Hsu Xiangwan got up and took out her lighter. She walked to his side, bent down, and lit it with both hands. The moment the light came on, she saw that the man's lips were not thin, nor thick, and the shape of his lips was also very beautiful. However, it only added a bit of coldness to his face.

He took the cigarette away with his long fingers. With the white smoke, his voice was still cold, "Do you smoke too?"

Hsu Xiangwan nodded and added, "And tattoos."

On second thought, what kind of interview was this? Was this a conversation between a couple? However, the gloominess on his face made it difficult for her to act rashly. After all, he was the boss and she was just a applicant.

In less than three seconds, Jiang Siye retracted his gaze from her body and said in an indiscernible voice, "Smoking, drinking, and getting a tattoo?"

Hsu Xiangwan still nodded.

"It's too little after you sleep. I'll add a zero..."

His tone was casual, as if he wasn't talking about money.

Hsu Xiangwan seemed to understand what he was referring to. She said with slight anger, "I'm afraid I'm not qualified for a job at your price."

Jiang Siye put out his unfinished cigarette, leaned back in the swivel chair, and looked at her calmly. "Then name a price."

She said, "I'm here to interview a photographer editor, not a concubine. Don't worry, I just happen to have a need for that night. I won't pester you. After all, with my qualifications, there are still many elite men chasing after me... "

She was not in a hurry. Her eyes were calm. "We are all adults now. Let's play our own games. There is no need to mix private life and work together. Don't you think so..."

The atmosphere in the conference room was as cold as ice. She was still sitting in her chair, neither servile nor overbearing. She looked calm, but in fact, she was already regretting it in her heart. She couldn't afford to offend Jiang Siye.