msmithbooks Chapter 32 Little Potato's Female Assistant
Chapter 32 Little Potato's Female Assistant
Huang Yiliang splashed some cold water on his face in the washroom to wake himself up, and passed by the administrative department on his way back to his office.
"Hello, Mr. Huang!"
"Hello, Mr. Huang!"
"Hello, Mr. Huang!"
One by one, young, beautiful, and tall women greeted her.
Huang Yiliang knew without a second thought that these were definitely people his father had recruited. That's how straightforward his taste was; he could tell at a glance that they were worth the money.
Those slacker programmers in the tech department probably only joined the company because of these pretty young ladies!
"Huh—! How did a little thing get mixed in with a group of tall, beautiful women?"
"Young Master Huang!"
Huang Yiliang had already entered his office when the other person followed him in.
"Could you please remove the word 'small'?" Huang Yiliang rubbed his temples.
"Okay, Mr. Huang."
After nodding in agreement, the young girl quickly shook her head again: "Okay, Mr. Huang."
"What do you do?" Huang Yiliang asked curiously.
"I'm your assistant!" the young woman quickly replied.
She probably guessed that her boss was not satisfied with her, so she tried to ingratiate herself by saying, "Mr. Huang, I know massage. Do you have a headache? Let me massage your head."
"No need, I can press it myself!" Huang Yiliang shook his finger.
Aesthetic sense is probably hereditary, and as Huang Haidong's biological son, he can't let the family down.
Therefore, Huang Yiliang also prefers beautiful women with large breasts, shapely hips, and long legs as his assistants.
These little potatoes in front of me!
It's better to leave it to the southerners, or the northeastern brothers who like potatoes.
"I'm asking what you used to do?"
"I just graduated. Before that, I worked as a restaurant server, a hotel front desk server, a KTV server..." the young woman said, counting on her fingers.
"Stop, stop, stop! Isn't this a job that's not for waiters?"
Huang Yiliang quickly interrupted, suspecting that the girl had infiltrated the company and that no human resources person would hire her unless they were an idiot.
"Does handing out flyers count as being a waiter?" Little Potato asked cautiously.
"You must have been handing out flyers part-time. You can't have a job that's solely for handing out flyers!" Huang Yiliang felt his head throb even more.
"No! There really is work that involves handing out flyers. Our boss has jobs every day. There are people handing out flyers on the street, people putting flyers on car windows, and people putting up flyers in residential areas," Little Potato said earnestly.
It's clear that she was very serious when she did this job.
"Okay, I understand." Huang Yiliang waved his hand.
"Can I give you a suggestion?" Huang Yiliang said in a low voice.
The little potato in front of him looked so frail; he was afraid of making her cry.
When the beautiful women outside spread the word, they'll say that Little Huang made his female assistant cry on his first day, and he'll never be able to find a satisfactory female assistant again.
"You said you're my boss, and I'll listen to you," Little Potato said confidently.
"Uh—! You don't have to listen to everything I say, it feels weird."
Huang Yiliang said seriously, "Little potato, oh no, little girl, you can't do the job of general manager's assistant, and you're not suitable for it. You should go into acting and enter the entertainment industry. That way, you won't ruin your future."
"To be a female celebrity?" Little Potato's eyes lit up.
Don't let the small size of this little potato fool you; its eyes are incredibly bright—to put it simply, they radiate light.
"Yeah, isn't it great? Don't tell me you don't want to!" Huang Yiliang said with an expression that said, "I understand you."
"I want to! I dream about it all the time, I want to so much!" Little Potato exclaimed excitedly.
Huang Yiliang was shocked.
He inexplicably recalled a famous scene involving Hu Hai.
This is an absolutely perfect recreation! It's a shame we don't have TikTok now, otherwise I would definitely make a comparison video to put it to the test.
"Boss, can you take me into the entertainment industry?" Little Potato looked at Huang Yiliang with a hopeful expression.
"No, but you can go to Huayi Brothers and find a guy named Feng Xiaogang. He's easy to recognize; he's the one with the protruding teeth."
No sooner had Huang Yiliang finished speaking than Zhou Mengdie couldn't help but scold, "Zhao Xiaodao holds grudges. If you play her like this, be careful she comes back to retaliate after she becomes famous."
Little Potato also felt that her boss was playing a trick on her. Everyone knows Feng Xiaogang, but he doesn't know who she is!
"Boss, am I going to be fired?" Little Potato said pitifully.
"Ew—! How fake, acting pitiful." Zhou Mengdie immediately said.
Huang Yiliang also felt that Little Potato was playing himself, trying to gain sympathy.
However, Huang Yiliang did not intend to mess with Little Potato. He remembered that Little Potato was brought into the entertainment industry by Feng Xiaogang, but he didn't know exactly how they met.
He, a programmer who is passionate about coding, wouldn't know that.
The female celebrities they like tend to be from niche backgrounds.
For example: Nagihime.
"It's not exactly dismissal, it's more like resignation, okay? Should we give you severance pay?" Huang Yiliang said.
He felt that Xiaojia Xiaotudou's acting skills were worth 300 yuan in compensation. Look at his little eyes, they're all red and swollen, as if he's about to cry at any moment.
Of course, the main reason is that I can't let her leave my office crying, otherwise my lifelong reputation will collapse in an instant.
"I don't want to," Little Potato shook his head.
Wow! This little girl is quite the actress; she's probably trying to move herself.
"Uncle Dong said he'd give me a good job, I'll go tell him." Little Potato finally revealed her sinister little face.
"Did my dad recruit you?"
Huang Yiliang thought about it and realized that it was both possible and impossible.
The possible reason is that human resources would definitely not hire a nobody with only waiter experience. Only Huang Haidong would do something like that. He often says that heroes don't ask about their origins.
The reason it's impossible is, of course, that the Huang family has a relatively consistent aesthetic sense and they wouldn't hire a flat-chested, short potato, especially for such an important position as an assistant. They would definitely hire someone pleasing to the eye, and whether they can do the job is secondary.
"That's right! Once, Uncle Dong got drunk and fell to the ground next to the car and passed out. He was even run over by a bicycle. I was the one who called an ambulance to take Uncle Dong to the hospital," Little Potato proudly reported.
"and then?"
"Then Uncle Dong gave me a business card and told me that I could contact him if I ever had any difficulties in the future."
"I lost my job a few days ago, so I called Uncle Dong and he arranged this job for me."
"Uncle Dong said that since you are still studying, you won't be spending much time at the company. Your role as an assistant is to wipe tables and tidy up the office. If you're interested, you can learn from the older women outside."
"Anyway, there's little work, it's very easy, and the salary is 3000."
Little Potato emphasized the last sentence, 3000, clearly indicating that she was very satisfied with the salary.
The highest-paying job she ever had was for $1300, and she had to work twelve hours a day.
Huang Yiliang fell silent.
This little potato is definitely exaggerating, but it's probably true that her father owes her a favor.
"Boss, does your head still hurt? I really do know how to massage. If you're not feeling well, you can punish me."
Without saying a word, Little Potato walked up behind Huang Yiliang and gently massaged his temples with her little hands.
press--!
not bad.
Huang Yiliang leaned back in his chair.
Little Potato wasn't wearing any fancy perfume; she just smelled faintly of laundry detergent, which was quite pleasant.
"Boss, if I press too hard, just let me know. If it's too light, you can ask me to press harder," Little Potato said considerately.
"No need, this pressure is just right. Massage it well, and you'll get a generous tip."
Huang Yiliang inexplicably felt like he was in a bathhouse.