Section 1, Maple Leaves

He said he would go over, but instead he tidied up the desk a bit, glanced at the forms on the desk, shook his head, crumpled one up, and tossed it into the trash can. Fang Zhuyun was taken aback and couldn't help but look at him; it was a job application form!

At this moment, he has both hands resting on the table, and the distance between his eyes and the paper on the table does not exceed the distance from the pen tip to the paper surface. This raises a suspicion: is he filling out a form, or is he taking the opportunity to slack off and doze off?

"Talking about the law?" Ye Feng chuckled, the sunlight bright and radiant. "It seems that the law does not permit bigamy, yet I have vaguely heard that General Manager Chen has at least two wives outside of his marriage!"

Do not let the fish die and the net break, as that would be detrimental to everyone. General Chen said softly: In that case, you will gain nothing good

"However, I still have confidence in your abilities," sighed General Chen, pushing a piece of paper forward. "If you work hard, your internship can be extended for another three months, with a monthly stipend of 800. What do you think? This is an opportunity!" His voice was very persuasive, particularly emphasizing the word 'effort.' He believed that as long as one was not intellectually challenged, there was no reason not to understand his meaning.

General Chen stared at Ye Feng in astonishment, as if looking at a monster. It was not until the door slammed with a loud bang that he regained his senses, hurriedly rushing to the desk and grabbing the phone. "Xiao Wang, has Zhao Dan left? She hasn't? Quickly let her in."

"Yefeng, your phone." A big-eyed beauty looked at Yefeng with a mix of feigned anger and complaint, "You are slacking off again."

"Alright." Zhao Dan replied softly, walking to her own seat to tidy up her belongings. Both she and Ye Feng had not achieved a single performance in two months, receiving eight hundred yuan each month without any returns, making them natural targets for the company's layoffs

By the time they reached General Chen's office, five minutes had already passed. As the door opened, a young girl walked out with tears streaming down her face. She glanced at Ye Feng and softly said, "Ye Feng, take care of yourself."

"Are you being fired?" Ye Feng said with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Wait for me, I might share the same fate as you."

If Fang Zhuyun were to be judged by this standard, she would undoubtedly be left behind. She wore a black professional suit that neither revealed her chest nor her thighs, yet it accentuated her dignified and graceful demeanor. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, glossy and flowing, causing several young men in the office to glance over involuntarily, swallowing hard.

When General Manager Chen opened his mouth, it seemed as if two toads had been stuffed inside. "What did you say? You, you." He glanced around and, like a rabbit, sprang up, nervously pulling down the blinds in front of the window. Only then did he turn back, giving Ye Feng's shoulder a firm pat. "Xiao Ye, I really didn't misjudge you. I said you could do it. The position of Deputy General Manager of Sales is still vacant. Would you like to consider it?"

As soon as Ye Feng arrived, he was assigned to a dead-end position. To his left was a wall, in front of him was a corridor, and to his right was a large photocopier that clattered incessantly. This photocopier had already been deemed the number one killer in the office by the white-collar workers, and apart from when documents were being copied, very few people approached it.

Although his name is ordinary, Ye Feng is quite handsome. If it weren't for the wide black glasses resting on his nose, if it weren't for the pair of worn-out leather shoes that accentuate his appearance, ... if it weren't for the slightly yellowed collar of his white shirt that reveals his status, he could be considered a relatively ideal lover among women.

However, if it is if, life is life; in life, there are no ideal ifs, only the harsh reality. The current reality is that Ye Feng is lying on the office desk, and the position he occupies is precisely the dead end of the company

"Name your price." President Chen was taken aback, unable to comprehend this young man's intentions. He had always approached such matters with great caution, visiting only once a week or every half month. No one in the company was aware of this situation, so where could this young man have heard about it? Moreover, the place he mentioned was entirely accurate!

"Why are opportunities not given to Zhao Dan?" Ye Feng smiled faintly and replied, "Because she is unwilling to sleep with you"

General Chen's face, which was glistening with oil, suddenly turned pale, "Don't speak recklessly!"

Mr. Chen sat down, having regained his composure. "Ye Feng, familiarity aside, be careful with your reckless words, or I will sue you for defamation! You must understand that we are in a place that upholds the law!"

Oh. Ye Feng replied, slowly standing up as if showing early signs of dementia. He took the phone, ignoring Fang Zhujun's glare, "Who is it? General Manager Chen? Alright, I will come over."

As Ye Feng sat down, a chilling aura, a sinister energy, and a murderous intent from the books converged, yet there was nothing to be done about it; the threshold of the underworld for newcomers is not so easily crossed

Ye Feng stood up with a smile, patting President Chen's shoulder firmly, as if he had already become the president of the company. "President Chen, my request is very simple: give Zhao Dan another chance, and we can discuss it again once her mother has recovered"

"What did you say?" General Chen suddenly stood up, losing all composure, glaring at Ye Feng, "Dare you say that again!"

One is in City Z, and the other one. Ye Feng tapped his head, deep in thought, "Let me think carefully. Right, it's in this city, but of course, I don't live in General Chen's house. You have a wife and children there. One day, I saw you coming out of Jingming Pavilion, hand in hand with someone, looking quite affectionate."

Mr. Chen has a well-known theory, which is that one should be able to sell wooden combs to monks; only those who can sell leather shoes to someone with a broken leg can be considered true salespeople. The company's product is a community smart system, and his expectation for Ye Feng is to achieve the goal of selling electronic products for community applications to villages and towns that may still struggle to afford electricity.

Mr. Chen is in his forties, belonging to the category of successful individuals, with a protruding belly, and when he bends down, he cannot see his feet.

Or perhaps it is because the hermit has not been noticed by others, or that the only challenge left for the hermit is oneself

Ye Feng is truly an ordinary worker, as ordinary as can be. His name consists of the character for "leaf" and the character for "maple." He is indeed as unremarkable as a maple leaf, blown by the merciless autumn wind, arriving noisily in a relatively open city in the south, much like chickens and ducks being sent to the slaughterhouse. Of course, we can refer to it with a popular term, here also known as a special zone, or simply as City S.

The definition of beauty has indeed been significantly weakened. Simply by puffing out one's chest and exposing one's thighs, one can be considered among the ranks of beautiful women. If one also twists their slim waist a bit, they can be regarded as the epitome of beauty among beautiful women

No," Ye Feng shook his head

"The small recluse dwells in the mountains and forests, while the great recluse resides in the marketplace and court." In this world, there are many ways to categorize people, most of which are based on opposing relationships. There can be no woman without a man, leadership must have significance, and subordinates are indispensable. The wealthy often look down upon beggars, and the counterpart to a mistress is a kept man. However, there exists a type of person who calls themselves a recluse, yet lacks a corresponding title.

"Ye Feng, it has been two months." President Chen finally shifted his gaze from Zhao Dan's departing figure to Ye Feng's face, his expression somewhat displeased. From his demeanor, Ye Feng appeared more like a leader. "However, you still have not achieved any results. When I recruited you to the company, I had high hopes for your potential and specifically assigned you two undeveloped regions. Yet, your performance has truly disappointed me"

City S places great importance on the concept of Feng Shui, and naturally, offices are no exception. Most people pay homage to Lord Guan, although there are also some privately circulated beliefs. Everyone desires a seat by the window, but currently, that spot is occupied by the boss's wife, who has covered it with dark glass, claiming that the view outside is poor and that it blocks negative energy. Additionally, it is essential for the office to have some large-leaved plants on the floor, intended to cleanse the space and attract wealth. The position occupied by the finance department is directly facing the door and the corridor, which is generally not sought after by others, as it is filled with negative energy.

I said you should fire Zhao Dan, simply because she refuses to sleep with you. Ye Feng sighed and said, A few days ago, her mother was still in the hospital, receiving intravenous therapy. You know she needs money and also needs a job, so you proposed the condition of her accompanying you to bed, but unfortunately, it seems she is unwilling to do so

"If I don't look for you, should I look for myself?" Fang Zhujun almost threw the phone away. Ye Feng's desk was not without a phone, but the phone had broken a few days ago, and the finance department had not resolved the issue. His position was that of a sales manager, albeit in an internship capacity. In this day and age, if you go out to sell and your business card does not have the title of 'manager' printed on it, it is likely to be thrown straight into the trash. As a sales manager, he was responsible for sales in two provinces, both of which were underdeveloped and impoverished. He could also explore business opportunities in Southeast Asia, but currently, the company seemed to have no plans to enter that market.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, remaining silent

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Ye Feng looked at Fang Zhuyun with eyes that were no different from those he would use to look at wood, except for a hint of confusion, "You are looking for me?"

Ye Feng entered the office, closed the door, sat down in an orderly manner, and looked at General Manager Chen with a very indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a piece of wood

The young girl has a few charming freckles on her face, yet they do not detract from her overall appearance. Her name is Zhao Dan, and there are indeed many in the office who are enamored with her, including General Manager Chen, who sits within the office.

The phone suddenly rang, making a "dong" sound. Ye Feng rubbed his head, pushed up his glasses, and turned his head in confusion.