Gong Ze didn’t have time to bother with those old men on the board.
In the limited time remaining within the plot, he had to train Sang You into an outstanding boss, while also following the storyline to seek revenge. He was very busy.
Shutting the office door, Gong Ze pulled Sang You — who was brimming with curiosity and wandering all around his office — over and handed him the work ID and documents he had already asked his secretary to prepare in advance.
Gong Ze gave the items to Sang You.
“Starting today, you’re an intern assistant — a trainee assistant — in the Human Resources department.”
Sang You took the employee ID with fresh curiosity.
It was the young master’s first time experiencing what it was like to be a working person. Not yet aware of how hard work could be, he actually found it quite interesting.
He also didn’t think the position of trainee assistant was beneath him. He kept looking down at the card with his own photo on it, turning it over and over.
Seeing that the little ancestor hadn’t shown any resistance for the time being, Gong Ze quietly breathed a sigh of relief and asked Director Gao from HR to come over. This was the mentor Gong Ze had carefully selected for Sang You.
Director Gao was on the side that had supported Sang You’s father. He was loyal to the company, and as the legitimate heir, Sang You would surely be his top priority. In the future, he would also become Sang You’s first right-hand man.
Gong Ze felt confident that Sang You would get along well with Director Gao.
“What does the Human Resources department do?”
The little ancestor asked curiously.
Gong Ze explained, “This department handles recruitment, training, performance management, employee benefits, resignations, and the like.”
“So that means I get to decide who gets into the company!”
Hearing Gong Ze say this, Sang You’s eyes lit up. He clutched the card happily and said, “Wow, I’m so impressive.”
Gong Ze almost laughed at his silly wife’s reaction. He felt like the celestial being Taibai Jinxing back in the day, tricking Sun Wukong into becoming the keeper of the heavenly horses.
Suppressing his amusement, he nodded. “Yes, very impressive. And you’ll be dealing with new employees. You can chat with them, drink some milk tea, take it easy.”
“Thank you, husband!”
The young master threw himself at Gong Ze, kissed him hard twice, and grinned foolishly. “You’re the best to me.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Gong Ze lowered his head and kissed his face too. If the young master didn’t leave soon, Gong Ze was going to break character and laugh out loud.
Fortunately, Director Gao arrived just in time. The moment this old company veteran saw Sang You, he couldn’t hide his excitement. He looked just like a loyal minister entrusted with the young emperor’s care upon the old emperor’s deathbed.
“Young master!”
Director Gao greeted Sang You.
“So I won’t be working here with you?” Sang You belatedly realized that he and Gong Ze wouldn’t be working in the same place. Unable to help himself, he looked at his boyfriend with reluctance.
“No, your workstation is elsewhere.”
“But…”
Realizing that he couldn’t hug his boyfriend and would have to leave him to go somewhere else,
Sang You turned into a child whose parents had tricked him into going to kindergarten — only for him to turn around and find them sneaking away, his smile gradually fading.
He clutched the employee ID he had been so happy about just moments ago, tugged on his boyfriend’s clothes, and looked at Director Gao. His excitement faded, replaced by a wary, resistant look.
Sang You: Something’s not right!
Seeing this, Gong Ze quickly pushed the young master, who hadn’t fully processed what was happening, toward Director Gao. “Go on, be good. Come find me at lunch.”
“No! Gong Ze, I—”
“Be good, be good. Baby, listen. Don’t make a fuss.”
Bang!
The door to Gong Ze’s office shut. The young master, still holding his employee ID, stood frozen outside, stunned.
After a moment of dazed confusion, he looked up at Director Gao — whose serious face had nearly broken into a chrysanthemum-like smile — and then at the unfamiliar employees who were sneaking glances at him. His mouth twisted downward.
Suddenly, the employee ID in his hand didn’t seem so great anymore!
·
Inside the office.
Gong Ze breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over to his desk, sat down, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes, tapping the armrest as he thought.
[Host, if you really want to train Sang You, wouldn’t it be faster to just push him through an intensive program and be done with it? Why go through all this trouble coaxing him? Isn’t it exhausting?]
The system didn’t understand.
Gong Ze didn’t seem very pleased. “He’s only nineteen. He’s already excellent. Most ordinary nineteen-year-olds are still in high school, but Sang You has already graduated from university. He knows English, French, and Italian, and he’s studied courses like luxury goods authentication and jewelry design.”
“He’s not stupid,” Gong Ze said. “He’s just been raised too sheltered. How many people his age can compare to him?”
Hearing this, the system instinctively retorted, [But Host, you’re way more impressive than him.]
So what if he knows multiple languages at nineteen?
If you want to talk about impressive, no one beats its Host.
The system momentarily swelled with pride: [When you were nineteen, Host, you had already followed the world’s best negotiation expert — your teacher — into the most dangerous war zones without any bodyguards. To stop the war, you negotiated with the local warlords in a situation where everyone thought you were walking to your death, and in the end, you played a key role and won the negotiation!]
[I also remember how the Main God lurked around your world for ages in secret and sleazy ways just to trick you into coming here! Host, doesn’t that mean you’re — ]
The system’s words stopped short at Gong Ze’s terrifying expression.
After a long moment, the system shivered and lowered its head, stammering.
Gong Ze’s teacher was a truly exceptional person — also Gong Ze’s first love during his teenage years. Gong Ze had learned half of his skills from him. But then, something had happened.
The genius who was supposed to be the successor chose instead to use his talents and abilities to become a gambler betting on everything.
In the dead silence, the system awkwardly changed the subject. [H-Host, why did you specifically put Sang You in the Human Resources department? If you want to train him, wouldn’t it be better to make him your personal assistant?]
Gong Ze withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.
“Teaching him directly is less effective than letting real-world experience teach him. Besides, the little ancestor and I are too close. After two sentences, he’d start crying and acting spoiled.”
“I can’t bring myself to scold him.”
Gong Ze was troubled too.
“Administration requires too much interpersonal skill. R&D goes without saying. Marketing is a mess. Sales is exhausting. And he doesn’t know finance.”
He still remembered last night when he tested Sang You: if the finance department found a discrepancy of three cents during reconciliation, what should be done?
The little ancestor had puffed out his chest and said: “It’s only three cents — I’ll cover it!”
Right then and there, Gong Ze knew that if he put the little ancestor in the finance department, the little ancestor would land him a government job with free room and board behind iron bars.
“Besides, the Human Resources department has its own advantages.”
Gong Ze slowly listed them. “First, the young master is beautiful. The young new employees will definitely want to be around him.
Second, the young master is generous. Few people dislike generous colleagues.
Third, he won’t bully new employees. And because of his noble status, if any old employee dares to bully a new one, my silly baby will definitely step in to defend them — earning him invisible loyalty.”
[But what if there are bad people who are jealous of him, act one way to his face and another behind his back, and use him as a pawn?]
“That’s perfectly normal,” Gong Ze said leisurely, unperturbed. “In the early stage, leave one or two such people around. Let him take a few falls.”
[And in the later stage?]
“In the later stage, I’ll get rid of every single one I see,” Gong Ze’s smile didn’t waver. “Let the people below know — if someone makes him suffer, I’ll make that someone’s life miserable.”
The system was convinced.
This was the joy of being a wealthy, pure-hearted little fool with a powerful backer!
“Fourth…”
[What? There’s more?!]
Holy crap, Host — how many birds are you killing with one stone?!
The system was shocked.
Gong Ze tapped his fingers. “The fourth is —”
·
“And fourth, it gives Sang You the opportunity to build his own team.”
Inside the boardroom, an elderly man analyzed in a hoarse voice.
“The people in this company are either old-timers so seasoned they’re impossible to manage, or they’re only in it for their own profit and don’t care what happens to the company, or they’re remnants of his father’s old guard.”
“But no matter how loyal the old guard, their loyalty isn’t to him.”
“HR is responsible for new employee recruitment and training. The young master will have time to bond with the fresh blood of the company, pick out two young and capable ones to build good relationships with, and when he takes over the company in the future, he can promote them.”
“Heh heh…”
“In the future, when it’s his turn to speak at this company, he won’t just have a nodding echo.”
His followers will have grown up alongside him. They’ll only recognize him — Little Sang, the new boss.
The old man looked at the other directors, unable to hide his emotion. “I misjudged Mr. Gong before. It seems Old Sang really did find a good son-in-law. Mr. Gong is exhausting himself to support the young master and help him rise.”
The other directors exchanged glances.
How strange.
Could it be that Gong Ze really was a saint?!
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