After the interviews for the twenty candidates concluded, the one who left the deepest impression on Wang Zhuo was Fu Xinran. She was that cold, stunning beauty who immediately gave men a certain feeling upon sight.

In terms of work experience, education, performance on the spot, and overall capability, Fu Xinran was second to none among the twenty applicants. Especially notable was her mastery of four foreign languages: English, Russian, Japanese, and Korean—it was as if she were tailor-made for Wang Zhuo.

It must be understood that the future sales strategy for the anti-hangover medicine Wang Zhuo was developing targeted exactly those four language regions. Aside from the domestic market, the Russian-speaking countries represented the second-largest market, followed by Japan and Korea, while English ranked last simply because it was such a common language, making talent in that area abundant.

However, Fu Xinran’s appearance was too striking. She might not have been flawless, but she was certainly the type to easily spark illicit thoughts.

Taking a simple comparison with Guan Yingying: if Wang Zhuo hired Guan Yingying as his secretary, people would say, "The Chairman's secretary is both capable and beautiful." But if he hired Fu Xinran, people would say, "The Chairman's secretary is beautiful, and capable." "Beautiful and capable" versus "capable and beautiful"—though the words are the same, reversing the order carries an obvious, implicit meaning! "This Fu Xinran..." Vice President Zhang pondered for a long time before commenting, "It would have been better if her looks were more ordinary." "I agree," Wang Zhengdao chimed in with a calm expression.

"Having someone like that as a secretary around the office can easily lead to improper speculation and affect work." Wang Zhuo nodded with a wry smile. "It seems I need to interview another batch of people." Vice President Zhang and Wang Zhengdao both nodded in unison.

Wang Zhengdao picked up the phone from the table, flipped to Fu Xinran's resume, and began entering her mobile number. This time, Wang Zhuo could finally tolerate no more of his despicable behavior.

He cleared his throat and spoke, "You needn't waste your effort. I don't plan on making you the Regional Sales General Manager." "Why?" Wang Zhengdao looked up, surprised.

Wang Zhuo maintained a cold expression, thinking, Does that even need asking? Don't you know what you were doing?

"Oh, oh, I get it!" Wang Zhengdao slapped his thigh, realizing, So the son is interested in this woman, and he’s putting pressure on his old man! How could a father compete with his son for a woman?

Wang Zhengdao immediately felt ashamed. He hastily picked up his phone and deleted Fu Xinran's number right in front of Wang Zhuo, then added with a forced smile, "Don't rush to conclusions about the General Manager position; give it more thought!" ...

Wang Zhuo thought that minor interlude had passed, but unexpectedly, the next morning, while attending his pathology lecture at the university, he received a call from Vice President Zhang. This was a rather important class, taught by a nationally renowned pathology expert who allegedly earned eight thousand yuan for only four lectures a month at the Medical University, so Wang Zhuo took this class very seriously.

Wang Zhuo casually placed his magnetized water cup on the desk and, unnoticed, switched on the recording function of the magnetic cup. In an instant, the cup transformed into a covert camera, capable of recording the lecture content for the period he was absent.

He had specifically asked Cheng Dakun to modify this magnetized cup; it could serve both to drink water and to secretly record, a dual-use item that greatly aided his studies. After quietly slipping out of the classroom, he retrieved his phone and called Vice President Zhang back.

"Chairman, here is the situation," Vice President Zhang said. "Fu Xinran called the company just now, wanting to inquire about yesterday's interview results.

I spoke with her for a bit and managed to glean some information about her background indirectly. I wanted to relay it to you." "Oh?

Tell me then," Wang Zhuo said, feeling somewhat surprised. Vice President Zhang recounted, "This is what happened: she said that after she went home yesterday, she regretted her performance and hoped the company would give her another chance for a re-interview.

When I asked her why she assumed the interview was a failure before even receiving notification, she explained..." Wang Zhuo hummed acknowledgment. Vice President Zhang continued, "She told me that at her previous jobs, she never wore makeup and dressed quite conservatively, but eventually, she was still harassed by male superiors—which is why she changed jobs several times.

For this interview, she decided to appear as she truly was, wanting to set the ground rules early. However, she keenly noticed the look of reluctance you displayed on the spot, leading her to believe that you, unlike her former bosses, were a principled person she could work with." I’m a principled person?

Wang Zhuo paused, then let out a soft laugh! All along, Wang Zhuo had done as he pleased, seeking only a clear conscience in his actions, never considering whether he was principled or not.

To be labeled a principled man by a woman he had met only once struck him as quite amusing. "You mean, the look of displeasure I showed was picked up by her?" Wang Zhuo asked with a smile.

"Am I such a transparent person?" Vice President Zhang also chuckled. "I don't think it was a lack of subtlety on your part, but rather that her powers of observation are quite keen." Wang Zhuo then inquired, "Her implication is that she is willing to make herself look plainer to secure this job?" He found this a rarity.

Most women tried every trick to look beautiful, yet here was Fu Xinran, willing to deliberately appear less attractive—truly unusual. "That is precisely the case," Vice President Zhang confirmed.

"I feel talent of her caliber is hard to find, which is why I called you to see what you think." Wang Zhuo fell silent for a moment. Instinctively, he felt it was better to refuse; work should be work, untainted by such bizarre issues.

But Fu Xinran was undeniably rare talent, and since she desired the job so much, she would likely cherish it, making her the perfect fit. "I think she’s the one," Wang Zhuo finally decided.

"Talent is rare. Arrange some administrative work for her initially; I will hire someone else for the secretary position." After discussing the specific arrangements, Wang Zhuo hung up, thinking he might as well hire a male secretary—it would be less hassle, require less effort, and be more convenient for business trips.

As he walked back, thinking this over, he passed a clean-cut, handsome boy with tousled, dark-red dyed hair and eyebrows finely shaped like distant mountain peaks. The boy froze slightly upon seeing him, then gave a gentle smile as he brushed past.

Is he a 'shou' (submissive type)? Wang Zhuo momentarily zoned out, and a sudden thought flashed through his mind: that comment Fu Xinran made about him being a principled person—could she possibly have suspected he was homosexual?!

Two days later, Project Team 19 was officially established, and Wang Zhuo's anti-hangover medicine research plan was launched. The so-called "Project 19" was actually a homophone for "Shi Jiu" (Eating Alcohol), and the number was used simply to pad the numbers, making the group company appear to have more active projects...

Fu Xinran did not join the project team immediately. Wang Zhuo gave her the exact same research assignment he had given Gan Lin, and assigned three subordinates to assist her.

At the project's inception, Wang Zhuo had an overwhelming amount of work and no immediate time to recruit a secretary. Fei Long’s non-mainstream young sister was also hired by Wang Zhuo as a part-time employee for five thousand yuan a month, requiring work only ten days a month.

It was worth noting that the non-mainstream girl was actually named Yin Chunhong—the homophone for this name was incredibly suggestive, yet she was completely unconcerned, even telling Wang Zhuo that it was better than being named Yin Chunlan or Yin Chunhei. Wang Zhuo was internally scorched!

While five thousand yuan a month seemed like a high salary, Yin Chunhong didn't seem to care much. According to her own account, she could earn five hundred yuan in tips from just one session of accompanying customers drinking at a KTV lounge, and she could earn even more if she wasn't so short.

However, what she meant by "accompanying" was drinking with guests in the lounge, which conveniently utilized her unique constitution for not getting drunk. "I'm not 'three accompaniments' [a euphemism for escort services]; I'm 'one accompaniment'," Yin Chunhong stated.

This five thousand yuan was actually quite hard to earn. Every workday, a needle had to be inserted into a vein on the back of her hand or foot for blood tests and recording, followed by more blood draws after a set period of drinking, potentially requiring multiple extractions and multiple rounds of drinking.

There were dietary restrictions that day; while drinking, she might also have to consume things frequently paired with alcohol, such as seafood, barbecue, or hotpot. Wang Zhuo's "live-subject testing" was quite unprecedented and extremely costly.

Many medical studies start with mice and rabbits before proceeding to human trials once certain results are achieved. The reason Wang Zhuo took this unconventional route wasn't a desire to be eccentric; it was because in this manner, he could conduct comprehensive analysis directly with his clairvoyant sight—a tool far more effective than any scientific instrument.

Even the best microscope cannot penetrate the human stomach and intestines for a holographic observation! While participating in lab work during the day, Wang Zhuo spent his evenings analyzing the principles and compositions of similar products at home.

He worked like a wound-up clock, toiling day and night without rest. Under his leadership, the project progressed at lightning speed; everyone was united for one goal: to enable everyone, with the aid of Shengshi Dynasty's sobering products, to become a God of Wine!

After a busy week, autumn chill was setting in, and October was drawing to a close. One evening, Wang Zhuo temporarily paused his work to attend an Autumn Golden Song Festival hosted by the Student Union.

"Zhou Huai'an! I hear since you started singing revolutionary anthems, your back doesn't ache, your waist isn't sore, and your vitality is even stronger than before—is that true?!" "Tell us, Geng Bin, what is the secret to your successful weight loss?

Is it by persistently singing patriotic songs, thereby increasing your lung capacity and burning off massive amounts of fat while panting?" The male students teased one another. Recently, some state-run newspapers had published articles claiming that singing revolutionary songs could fight cancer or awaken sleepwalkers, providing the group with yet another topic for humorous commentary during their free time.