Chapter 115: Work

After familiarizing herself with the work environment and meeting her new colleagues, Zhang Yijun arranged for Nan Zhi’s desk to be next to that of a round-faced, big-eyed girl. “Hello, Sister Zhi. I’m Xia Xi, Director Zhang’s assistant. Actually, he’s my uncle. I’ve been traveling with him since I graduated high school.”

Nan Zhi was quite taken with the bright smile of this young girl and shook her hand warmly. “Hello, I look forward to working with you.”

Xia Xi hadn’t expected Nan Zhi to be so approachable. Usually, girls who were that beautiful tended to come off as aloof, but Nan Zhi had no airs at all.

She was far better than Bai Weiwei.

After understanding the department she was interning in, Nan Zhi realized the situation was even more daunting than she had imagined.

Next Friday, the TV station was holding an advertising investment conference. If “Culinary Triumph” failed to attract major investors, not only would its airtime be pushed to late night, but the program itself might face cancellation.

Zhang Yijun required everyone in the department to prepare a proposal for program improvement as well as a plan for attracting investment.

Nan Zhi threw herself into work tirelessly.

Fortunately, Mu Sihan, the notoriously temperamental man, had been busy lately. Although he had designated her as his personal assistant, he hadn’t tasked her with anything yet.

Nor had he demanded any good morning or good night kisses.

Nan Zhi fervently wished for this peaceful pace to continue, hoping he wouldn’t trouble her anymore.

One day, Nan Zhi handed her two completed proposals to Zhang Yijun. Not long after, he stood up and applauded enthusiastically. “Nan Zhi, your proposals are truly outstanding.”

Everyone in the office paused their work and turned to look at Zhang Yijun.

At that moment, Bai Weiwei, who was habitually late, clattered in wearing high heels and caught Zhang Yijun’s praise. To simply get by, she had also submitted two proposals, but Zhang Yijun’s expression darkened after reviewing hers.

She assumed Zhang Yijun was being overly critical and failing to appreciate her talent.

She never expected that he would publicly praise the newcomer, whom she considered nothing more than a pretty but useless flower vase.

After all, if Nan Zhi were any good, why hadn’t she been selected for the “Dreams Come True” team?

Bai Weiwei scoffed disdainfully. “Director Zhang, don’t be blinded by appearances. Besides, what good are well-made proposals? In the end, aren’t you all still relying on me to keep things afloat?”

Zhang Yijun’s face flushed with anger upon hearing Bai Weiwei’s words.

But Bai Weiwei wasn’t entirely wrong. It was thanks to her that the program had secured sponsors. With the new investment conference looming, if her backers refused to continue funding, the show would be in serious trouble...

“Bai Weiwei, you did bring in last season’s sponsors, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean we rely on you. Everyone here performs their duties based on their own abilities. If you feel the department can’t function without you, you’re welcome to apply for a transfer to another team.”

Although Zhang Yijun usually maintained a calm demeanor and tolerated much, he never compromised on matters of principle.

Bai Weiwei had been shuffled through multiple departments because no one could stand her attitude until she ended up under Zhang Yijun’s leadership.

Despite the program’s modest ratings, she was the star of the show and could do as she pleased. The staff catered to her every whim, and she relished the spotlight.

“Director Zhang, I was just speaking offhand. Don’t worry, I won’t let you down at Friday’s investment conference.” With that, Bai Weiwei swayed her slender waist and entered the office.

As soon as she did, Xia Xi, standing beside Nan Zhi, couldn’t help but sneer, “I’ve never seen anyone so shameless—playing the mistress and acting like it’s her proudest achievement!”