Before this, there were many instances when leaders came to inspect the work.

It's nothing more than a small leader following the big leader around the company, taking a tour, chatting and having tea in the meeting room, and finally saying, "Comrades, you've worked hard."

When Fu Yuye and his management team came, both the chief editor and us thought that things would proceed as usual. After all, leaders don't bother with trivial matters concerning the lower levels; their role is to discuss major directions from above, while we are merely expected to run errands.

The editor-in-chief also specially shared the Longjing tea she received during the Chinese New Year. A light fragrance of tea wafted through the conference room.

Fu Yuye took off his black coat and was wearing a gray suit. It was obviously from a high-end ready-to-wear collection. Even his lapel seemed to be designed by a designer from a fashion show. I have also been in charge of the fashion section for these years and have some knowledge of luxury goods, but their prices are just mind-boggling. His hair was neatly combed back, revealing a sharp and delicate face. At this moment, only his black eyelashes were slightly drooping as he stared at the faint smoke rising from the porcelain white cup.

I think he is being picky about using cups that others have already used.

While the editor-in-chief was speaking, I took the opportunity to say to the assistant behind me, "Go to the cabinet and fetch a new set of cups, then go make a cup of tea."

She didn't know the reason, but she quickly went to soak.

I silently exchanged the cup that Fu Yuye didn't even touch.

Originally, I wanted to wait for the editor-in-chief to finish speaking before I spoke, but Fu Yuye had already noticed it first. Well, it's understandable. After all, a person of that size was standing right in front of him, and he's not blind.

I had to explain in a low voice, "This cup is new, and no one has ever used it."

The editor-in-chief is also quite perceptive. He seemed to have noticed Fu Yuye's obsession with cleanliness and said, "Yes, yes, Vice Editor Deng has thought of everything."

Fu Yuye continued flipping through the documents without stopping, but while flipping the pages, he simply said "thank you".

His voice was cold and restrained.

When I was contemplating whether or not to respond with an impolite remark and offer a few compliments, the chief editor had already taken the initiative to speak: "This is what we should do, General Fu. Don't be polite. You should give orders when necessary, criticize when necessary. These young people should have a boss like you, who can hone their skills and become successful..."

Our group of thirty-something "young old folks" felt ashamed as we listened to this. Even our editor-in-chief, who is approaching forty, has no qualms about praising the younger generation. Fu Yuye listened to it calmly as well. After all, he grew up being showered with compliments of all sizes, so to him, these words were like air - colorless, tasteless, and not worth the effort of distinguishing truth from falsehood.

Fu Yuye didn't interrupt nor respond. As the editor-in-chief continued talking, he also noticed that his enthusiasm seemed to have cooled off like sitting on a cold butt. It was like when driving on a highway and suddenly experiencing a series of rear-end collisions, causing him to choke for a moment. He then changed direction and started introducing the staff.

Fu Yuye happened to be looking through the staff resumes and previous work performance while the editor-in-chief glanced at a name and casually announced it via voice playback.

Unfortunately, I became the first one.

"This Xiao Deng, he came in three years ago, works diligently and responsibly. You also know that in our line of work, when we get busy, we often work overtime for several days straight. But Xiao Deng never complains. Moreover, he is a high-achieving graduate from f University. His articles don't even need to go through a review process. Last year, when we covered the Qin and Han Fashion Week in Milan, it was Xiao Deng who took full charge. Whether it's the Book of Songs or the Chu Ci, his writing is different from that of the average editor..."

I really couldn't bear listening any longer. Seizing the opportunity when the editor took a breath, I quickly said, "No, no, it's all thanks to the editor's helpful suggestions."

The editor-in-chief frowned when he heard this and reprimanded with pretended anger, "Being too modest is not a good thing, Xiaodeng. When there is praise to be given, we should give it. We need to be fair and impartial, isn't that right, General Fu?"

Fu Yuye closed his resume and lifted his eyes. His fingertips landed on the brown elm desk, and his gaze fell upon my face.

I really wanted to avoid it, but that gaze was like a transparent glass bell jar, completely enveloping me in a narrow and suffocating space.

I couldn't even make a natural expression, but he seemed indifferent, watching my stubborn and self-righteous appearance so calmly.

In the gap of me holding my breath, I heard him say, "The article was well-written."

He even showed a hint of encouragement in his smile.

This slight change made the atmosphere in the conference room much more relaxed.

"From today onwards, we are all members of Haige Media. On behalf of the headquarters and all the employees of the company, I welcome all of you to join us."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yuye stood up and slightly bowed.

He moved with meticulous precision and had an elegant demeanor, even his bowing seemed like a noble's gesture of respect.

Never before had there been a boss who treated their subordinates in such a manner.

Without saying, standing behind the editor-in-chief, me and the other colleagues couldn't help but be amazed and sigh at how different it is when it comes to a big company. The editor-in-chief was so scared that he almost kneeled down.

Luckily, at this moment, Fu Yuye's assistant behind him was the first to applaud.

"Welcome everyone to join Hagrid."

Fu Yuye's leadership team clapped enthusiastically. Naturally, we followed suit and applauded as well. For a moment, the scene appeared harmonious and lively; indeed, it was a bustling gathering.

Afterwards, Fu Yuye asked the chief editor to come to the office for a private conversation.

And his assistant efficiently distributed Hagrid's work permits to everyone, then announced two pieces of news.

The first thing is that all staff members are required to attend a one-week training at the headquarters. The list and schedule will be notified separately.

The second thing is that Director Fu will be inspecting here for about three months.

Finally, in order to quickly familiarize the employees with Hegel's culture, there was a charity dinner organized by Hegel three days later, inviting all the employees to attend.

As soon as the words fell, the young colleagues were all bubbling with excitement.

Hagrid hosted a charity dinner.

'Isn't that where many celebrities are?'

Will there be Shen Mian...

There is also the F one group...

Wow, awesome!

After work, I have to go buy clothes. Oh my goodness...

The assistant remained unfazed by such a scene and, clutching the folder, coolly walked away.

They do share a similar style with Fu Yuye.

However--

I looked at that female assistant. She looked quite attractive, wearing a suit with wide-leg pants and strutting in high heels. Her walk was confident yet feminine. Although I knew bosses often prefer to have beautiful female assistants for the convenience of conducting business, I couldn't help but feel a bit displeased. I have always taught him to be a "humble gentleman, cultivating oneself in obscurity" rather than "flirting with the ladies on the dike." This strange dissatisfaction felt like weeds sprouting from the cracks in the stone, scratching at my heart and making me feel uneasy. After all, I am a mature person. Why do I still bother to fuss over such insignificant matters?

I wanted to calm down, so I opened my computer and typed a few lines, only to delete them all.

As I thought about it, a few days ago it was Fu Yuzheng, and today it is Fu Yuye.

Is there a connection between them?

Moreover, what is the relationship between Haige Media and the Zhengrong Group? Clearly, when I heard Mr. Di Zhonghai introduce Fu Yuye that day, he referred to him as "General Fu of the Zhengrong Group," not "Director Fu of Haige Media."

Unfortunately, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't come up with any substantial content. Over the years, the information I knew about Fu Yuye was almost nonexistent. Even when we were together, I never actively sought out information about his family background. At that time, I had a faint sense that he didn't come from an ordinary family, but it was precisely because of this complex background that I was afraid even the slightest probing would be seen as having ulterior motives. So, I preferred to remain ignorant and not ask. My focus was solely on Fu Yuye, and I can say that at that time, I purely loved this person named Fu Yuye. And back then, he wasn't the person who would later tell me he wanted to break up.