C15 Carving

Mu's Group is a major player in Zhonghai City, easily considered the top company in the area.

Typically, companies like this aren't fond of troublemakers. Such employees were welcomed during the startup phase because their drive could generate substantial profits. Even if the boss wasn't happy with certain personality flaws, they would overlook them in light of the employee's capabilities. But for a large, publicly-traded company, what's needed is a cohesive team and assembly-line-style workers. Only these kinds of employees can maximize the company's profits.

"You're very skilled. If it weren't for the current circumstances, I wouldn't let you join the company, no matter how capable you are."

A look of resignation crossed Wang Feng's face; his efforts had been in vain. He had intended to discipline the new recruits with a strong hand to ensure their future compliance, making them easier to manage.

But his plan had backfired spectacularly, leaving Wang Feng feeling deeply frustrated, yet unable to lash out. What mattered most was that he had discovered a real talent at just the right time, and he couldn't let the opportunity slip by.

"Oh? So you're saying there's still a chance for me to join your company?" Zhang Xiaodong's smile held an indefinable slyness.

After the altercation, Xiaodong had been ready to walk away. Having taken on the security team captain, he knew sticking around wouldn't make for an easy life. Despite craving a stable and mundane existence, Xiaodong wasn't interested in settling for less.

"Yes, you're about to meet a very important person, so I'd advise against any unnecessary chatter. You got the better of me, and I'll chalk that up to bad luck. But if you keep up this attitude, you'll either need to be as tough as a special forces soldier or you'll end up disabled and thrown out."

Wang Feng's smile was one of schadenfreude, yet there was a streak of decency in him, as he couldn't help but offer a warning. The saying goes: the righteous are often the ones who bully the weak, while the heartless tend to be scholars. This rings true for the passionate as well as for those lacking in spine.

"Heh, crippling me might be a tall order. Plenty of folks have tried before, but just look at the outcome."

Zhang Xiaodong chuckled, then lifted his leg slightly.

He yearned for a simple life, yet that didn't mean he was willing to compromise on everything. Accustomed to the adrenaline-fueled existence of his past, striving for subtlety now proved challenging.

"Let's see if you can keep up this attitude later. Follow me. And remember to keep your mouth shut; our CEO has been quite temperamental these days. It's fine if you mess up, but don't drag me down with you."

Wang Feng's mind throbbed with the recent troubles. For some reason, the CEO had been particularly critical of the security department, to the point of berating and threatening dismissals at any moment.

Such behavior was previously unthinkable at Mu's Group. The formidable woman at the helm was known for her assertive work style, yet she always showed consideration for her employees.

Navigating through the corridors, Yang Xuan entered a spacious lounge filled with an array of gym equipment. The vast gym boasted everything one could need.

"Head inside. The CEO is inside waiting for the interviewees. If you land the job, drinks are on me."

Wang Feng gave Zhang Xiaodong a hearty slap on the shoulder, his face etched with a subtle smile, though his grip was a bit too strong. Who says a tough guy can't be crafty?

Zhang Xiaodong nodded and swung open the gym's door. Upon entering, he was immediately greeted by a crowd.

At the center of the gym, a woman in sunglasses sat in an office chair, her gaze fixed intently on Zhang Xiaodong.

The sight of her sent a wave of unease through Mu Shenqing, her body trembling involuntarily. She had the sinking feeling of encountering a swindler, and not just any swindler—the most brazen kind.

"Hello, my name is Zhang Xiaodong. I'm here for the bodyguard position."

Zhang Xiaodong surveyed the room and stood there with an air of nonchalance, hardly resembling the disciplined bodyguard one might expect, but rather like a laid-back individual.

His entrance caused the interview panel to knit their brows in concern. To most, a bodyguard should be someone who is always alert and exudes a certain coolness.

Zhang Xiaodong appeared entirely too relaxed, as if he were visiting family rather than applying for a job.

"Stand up straight. This isn't your home; this is a professional setting. You're here to be a bodyguard, so look the part. You don't need a suit, but at least stand at attention. What kind of impression are you trying to make?"

Before anyone else could speak, a burly man stepped forward and began to scold Zhang Xiaodong.

"Do we really need to be that strict?"

Zhang Xiaodong slightly raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

Years of living dangerously, either being the target of an assassination or the assassin himself, had honed Zhang Xiaodong's instincts to perfection.

In the presence of important figures, those who stood out were often the least threatening. It was the ordinary-looking ones who usually harbored deadly skills, capable of completely destabilizing you.

"Hehe, you seem quite confident. You could use a lesson in social etiquette."

The man from the Northeast was visibly angry, struggling to find an outlet for his frustration. He turned to Mu Shenqing for guidance.

After the initial shock and anxiety subsided, Mu Shenqing cooled down only to realize that she hadn't been recognized.

At first, this oversight brought her a sense of relief, but it quickly turned to rage. It was her first time, after all, something deeply significant for a woman.

"Give him a lesson, and don't hold back."

Mu Shenqing composed herself, then spoke through clenched teeth.

For a woman, losing something so precious, especially in a confused state, was devastating. That's why Mu Shenqing felt the need for a personal bodyguard, someone to ensure her safety.

As a result, these past few days, she had been particularly harsh with the security staff at Mu's Group, often resorting to scolding...

"Don't worry, I'll handle this guy properly."

The man from the Northeast sneered and slowly approached Zhang Xiaodong.

In this industry, there was no room for sympathy among rivals. This man was determined to make an impression and secure his place as the Female Chairman's personal bodyguard, even if it didn't come with a raise or promotion.