Chapter 15: It Turns Out I’m the Clown

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: It Turns Out I’m the Clown

"I think I can give it a try."

Jiang Fan hugged the colorful book, unwilling to put it down.

’This is all money.’

Who would turn their nose up at money?

A flash of disgust appeared in Li Muwan’s eyes, but it vanished just as quickly.

"Fine. You have half an hour, starting now."

Li Muwan temporarily left the office, but Jiang Fan didn’t pay it any mind.

He just opened the book and started reading.

The contents were truly explosive, with all sorts of illustrations on full display.

Jiang Fan felt a demon awakening in his soul.

Fortunately, he was a righteous man at heart.

As the ancients said, a gentleman may appreciate beauty without being promiscuous. If this weren’t a legitimate company...

...he might have mistaken this for a casting call for an adult film.

But Jiang Fan was, after all, a hot-blooded young man. Staring for too long was bound to cause... accidents.

So, Jiang Fan began reciting the Clear Heart Technique he had learned during his archaeology studies.

The Daoist Heart-Clearing Technique. After chanting it, his focus shifted for a moment, and sure enough, he felt much better.

At first, Jiang Fan read through the material very slowly, but he gradually discovered something—his memory was surprisingly astonishing.

He had never felt his memory to be this sharp.

’What’s going on?’

Jiang Fan was amazed. He could essentially remember everything he read with perfect recall.

’Weird.’

’Am I possessed by a demon?’

’Ridiculous!’

Jiang Fan recalled something called eidetic memory. Perhaps he had unintentionally stimulated some nerve in his brain.

So, he didn’t dwell on it.

In the office next to the conference room.

Li Muwan was drinking tea. With her overseeing them, the female employees below were all behaving as primly as well-bred young ladies.

Everyone was busy with their own work.

She saw her phone vibrate. The half-hour was up.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Fan was still reading.

A smile touched the corner of her lips.

’The task I gave Jiang Fan is nearly impossible to complete.’

Li Muwan walked into the conference room.

"Have you memorized it all?"

Just then, Jiang Fan closed the final page.

Jiang Fan let out a breath of relief and said earnestly, "I’ve memorized it all."

"You’ve memorized it all?"

Li Muwan thought she had misheard.

"Yes, I’ve memorized it."

Heh. Li Muwan didn’t believe him.

"You say you’ve memorized it, so let me test you."

"Our 129th product, Black Lotus. State the price for a set, the materials..."

"...its current sales product grade, and its advantages over similar products."

Jiang Fan searched his mind for the memory of the 129th product.

It was as if the book on the desk before him had been completely imprinted onto his mind.

With just a thought, the contents regarding the 129th product appeared in his mind.

"Black Lotus. The name signifies a lotus in the darkness."

"The lotus symbolizes beauty and represents a woman. By blooming in the dark, it captures the beautiful halo a woman radiates in the darkness."

"This not only respects women but also gives this piece of ’modesty cloth’ a new name."

"On a conceptual level, it reaches a new height."

"It’s a C-grade sales product, a mass-market item. Similar products are priced around 300 yuan per set. It’s a relatively high-quality C-grade bestseller, with a much lower price than its competitors, making it very popular."

That’s what he said, but inwardly, Jiang Fan was complaining, ’Damn, so this stuff is that expensive.’

’Just a few scraps of cloth for three hundred yuan.’

’Wouldn’t it be better to spend that on hot pot?’

’This Jiang Fan, he recited it perfectly. Was it just a lucky guess?’ Clearly, Li Muwan didn’t believe Jiang Fan had a photographic memory.

"What about Akali’s Redemption? I want all the information on that one."

"This is a collaboration product with a game from Korea."

"Domestically, endorsing this type of product isn’t sustainable due to potential public backlash, so this product is for export."

"Cosplay has always been very popular abroad."

"..."

As she asked more and more questions, Li Muwan became almost certain that Jiang Fan had really memorized the entire book.

This was too ridiculous.

Especially with the hellish difficulty of doing it in just half an hour.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Jiang Fan had ultimately passed.

A message came through on her phone. Li Muwan glanced at it before saying coldly,

"Come upstairs with me."

"The President wants to see you."

In the elevator, Jiang Fan asked, "Manager Li, does this mean I’ve been hired?"

Jiang Fan had seen her name on the ID badge hanging from her chest.

"You’ve passed my stage. As long as the President doesn’t have a problem with you, you’re in."

’Wow, I haven’t even officially started and I’m already meeting the President. This company’s selection process really is strict.’

Seeing him fall into thought, Li Muwan came to a conclusion. ’This Jiang Fan must have seen the product catalog before.’

Li Muwan recalled some creeps in the past who had tried to get into the company under false pretenses, all for the sake of that book of colorful illustrations.

Li Muwan shuddered. Men like that always put on a sanctimonious front, appearing gentle at first but were actually perverted on the inside.

An image of her female colleagues being victimized by him flashed through Li Muwan’s mind.

Her expression turned cold again.

’A person like that shouldn’t be in this company.’

"Manager Li, I saw you shiver just now. Are you not feeling well?"

The elevator ride from the fifth to the thirtieth floor took some time.

Li Muwan acted as if she’d taken a vow of silence and said nothing more. At the very least, she had no subjective desire to interact with Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan sighed. ’Women really are strange creatures.’

’One moment it’s sunny, the next it’s raining.’

After getting off the elevator, Li Muwan led Jiang Fan to the President’s office.

The female president was still on the phone, her back to them. "I have Mengmeng with me, and she’s very happy. Don’t come and disturb her life anymore. Otherwise, you’ll have to bear the consequences."

Jiang Fan felt that the figure’s back was somehow familiar.

Until the woman turned around.

HOLY SHIT!

"How is it you?"

???

"This is our President."

To be honest, Jiang Fan was cursing in his heart.

He had thought the job he was recommended for would let him get away from this woman. After all, having to face such a wet blanket every day would be depressing.

Besides, the company he delivered a package to for Yin Ruxue and the current Xuerong International were on opposite ends of the city, one south and one north.

They weren’t in the same place at all.

He hadn’t even considered the possibility.

’Life really is a drama, and it turns out I’m the clown.’ In the end, he had still fallen into this woman’s hands.

Yin Ruxue wasn’t surprised by Jiang Fan’s appearance.

The way the two of them were looking at each other wasn’t right. Li Muwan was a little stunned.

’They seem to know each other.’

"Wan, you can head out for now. You’re Jiang Fan, right? Wan just told me your name, and that you’ve passed the assessment."

Li Muwan was taken aback. ’When did I say that?’