Standing at the entrance of the luxurious mansion, Qi Yan looked down at his inexpensive suit that cost only five hundred yuan. He let out a deep sigh.

This 500 yuan is his monthly food expenses. Now, it's all going towards the internship.

Rongteng Technology, one of the top companies in City A. Speaking of which, yesterday he finally received news about his internship application that he had submitted two months ago. Just when he thought it was a lost cause, Rongteng Technology hired him, asking him to report for duty today.

This is news that can be described as neither good nor bad... After all, buying a suit for only five hundred bucks certainly hurts him financially.

However, here, five hundred yuan is like a single strand of hair on a cow's back, not even worth mentioning.

There were many interns in their senior year, and many of them sent their resumes here. But in the end, only he was accepted. This made the group of male students envious for a long time. After all, Rongteng was known for being generous, whether it was the salary of interns or the salary of employees, it was very impressive. The news of Qiyuan being accepted reached Wenruo's ears, and that night Wenruo excitedly held his hand, telling him how happy she was for him...

Of course, I would be delighted if Qi Yan performs well and is officially promoted to a regular employee. This would mean a decent monthly salary and a small fortune.

Qi Yan smiled and responded to Wen Ruo, but in his heart, he sarcastically thought, "Is Wen Ruo planning to change tactics and play the cultivation route now?"

Jin Guixu is definitely not easy to catch. Wenruo also understands this principle, so if Qi Yan becomes rich in the future, it wouldn't be a waste to have an opportunity like that. Who would pass up such a great opportunity?

So, just before he came to report to Rong Teng, Wen Ruo made a special "love breakfast" and delivered it to his dormitory downstairs. She gave him a lot of instructions and almost tried to give him money to bribe the leader.

In contrast, Qi Yan felt much more relaxed.

Because he knew that Rong Teng would definitely hire him.

In the original work, Qi Yan was not recorded, and there has been no news from him for two months. How could he still be used? What reason could have rekindled Qi Yan's resume? It's obvious without thinking - someone has tampered with it from behind.

When it comes to this, we have to mention the president of Rongteng—Feng Yangao.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan chuckled lightly. Feng Yang, unaware of his own name, managed to recognize himself from the hundreds of photos in the resume. It was quite adorable...

The report was very successful, and he was assigned to the Planning Department, which was aligned with his expertise. However, as an intern, he started with tasks like making tea and pouring water, and then moved on to tasks like recording documents into the computer for backup. Fortunately, the guys in the Planning Department were all straightforward and didn't deliberately make things difficult or mock him. In addition, Qi Yan had a good sense of observation, so everyone took good care of him.

At noon, just when Qi Yan was about to go out for lunch, Wen Ruo's phone call arrived punctually.

Qi Yan walked to the nearest safety stairwell and answered the phone.

"Xiaoyan Ge! How is the company?"

The sound of Wen's voice came with a hint of urgency, the slightly faster tone losing its usual softness and becoming somewhat harsh.

"Fortunately, you and Aunt Wen don't need to worry," Qiyuan said nonchalantly.

"Hu... That's good then. However, Xiaoyan ge, you must be very careful. Don't offend the seniors. If anything happens, just endure a bit, after all, it's all for the sake of making money."

"...I will pay attention." Qi Yan lifted an eyebrow and replied.

"Well... you should eat your meal properly... I won't say much to you. Goodbye."

"En, goodbye."

Lately, their situation with Wen Ruo is often like this - a few words here and there, not more than three sentences, and the communication quickly comes to an end.

I put away my phone and was just about to turn and leave when I was interrupted by a light and familiar voice.

"Small lover's phone call?"