Song Wuli had a reason for thinking the Chairman and the Supervisor were into each other. First, there was Yin Lin, and he also felt like he himself was a bit “girly,” having engaged in overly intimate actions with other Magical Girls.
Since the girls were getting cozy, it was only natural to wonder if the old guys at the company were getting cozy too.
Otherwise, why would the Supervisor care about the Chairman and the Director?
If there was nothing going on between them, why suddenly bring up the Chairman and the Director?
Just thinking about it made it clear there was something off with those guys.
“I’m telling you, Old Song, that’s just too damn ridiculous. How can you even think of something like that?”
Qian Dehao dismissed his speculation.
“In my opinion, this is about bankruptcy liquidation. The company can’t keep going. There’s a fund shortage, the capital chain is broken, so they sent some Oscar-Nominated Screenwriter to write nonsense. When things go wrong, they’ll pin it on him, and then reasonably proceed with bankruptcy liquidation.”
“No, you two are both way off base. How could anyone even come up with that?”
Huang Yijun outright rejected both of them.
“Doesn’t it feel a bit… overwhelmingly powerful? A month’s vacation,” he continued.
“Think about it, our Wenan Group Supervisor, he can approve leave just like that, decide not to come to work just like that, and come back whenever he wants. Even HR doesn’t have that kind of power, right?”
Huang Yijun looked around nervously, confirming no one was nearby, then continued in an even lower voice:
“According to what I think, the Supervisor is the Chairman’s illegitimate child. And I heard a little something from the Director, saying the Chairman has an illegitimate child.”
His voice was now so low only the three of them could hear.
“Holy shit? Really? That’s way too explosive.”
Qian Dehao was shocked.
“I still think the Supervisor is either getting cozy with the Chairman or with someone in HR.”
Song Wuli didn’t believe Huang Yijun’s outlandish speculation.
“Enough with the ‘getting cozy.’ I’m not just talking nonsense, I have a scientific basis.”
Huang Yijun nervously looked around again.
The three brothers huddled their heads together, and he continued:
“When I was chatting casually with the Supervisor… he told me some secrets about the Chairman. Said the Chairman seems to have an illegitimate child, right here in the company, with immense power, someone even the Director doesn’t dare offend. Don’t ask, I don’t know who it is either.”
“Wait, I’m not asking if you know who it is. I want to ask, why would the Director tell you these things? What’s your relationship with the Director?”
Song Wuli pressed.
Qian Dehao quickly chimed in:
“Yeah, yeah, what exactly is your relationship with the Director? I’ve been seeing you hanging out together a lot lately.”
Song Wuli:
“Bro, I’m saying… you’re not the one in that kind of relationship with the Director, are you? You two… getting cozy?”
Huang Yijun shoved Old Song:
“Go to hell, you’re the one getting cozy. Where did you learn such anime-ish words? Be serious, I’m telling the truth, I definitely believe the Director.”
Song Wuli:
“I’m being serious too. Your relationship with the Director is way too suspicious. With your level of skill, what qualifications do you have to be the Assistant to the Director? Did you major in management? No. Do you have secretarial skills? No. Do you have experience? Still no. So why are you the Assistant to the Director? If it’s not because he’s interested in your body, then what else could it be?”
Qian Dehao:
“Right, exactly right. I’ve felt something was off for a while. You two are way too damn close. Going to work together, leaving work together, even leaving the company together during work hours to handle things. You’re practically just short of going to the bathroom together!”
“No way, that’s a false accusation, brothers.”
Huang Yijun hurriedly defended himself.
“We’re just… just…”
“Just what? A gay couple?”
Song Wuli’s curiosity was piqued.
“Stuttering when you talk, getting flustered, are you really in that kind of relationship?”
Qian Dehao also started to believe Old Song’s judgment.
This Huang Yijun really had a problem!
Neither in seniority nor ability should he have been transferred to the Assistant to the Director position.
There were plenty of people more capable than him.
Plus, he was the Group Leader of the Wenan Group, how did he end up in the completely unrelated role of Assistant to the Director?
“I consider you brothers, so I’ll tell you…”
Huang Yijun finally revealed his secret.
“That day was like this—”
“Last time when the Director was doing the company purge, wasn’t there a meeting? A bunch of people got laid off.”
Before that, Huang Yijun had been enthusiastically promoting the glory of his “Master and Heavenly Father” in the office.
One day, Huang Yijun was called into the Director’s office.
Looking at this taciturn Director, Huang Yijun was terrified.
At the time, he was still wearing his Protective Case, hiding the Yin Lin T-shirt underneath.
The Director didn’t say a word, drew the curtains, locked the door, and stared intently at him.
“Gulp…”
Huang Yijun stopped at the crucial moment and took a sip of water.
“Hey, finish talking first before drinking.”
Song Wuli was dying of impatience.
“Don’t rush, let me catch my breath. What happened in the office that day was too shocking.”
Huang Yijun tried hard to recall.
After a moment, he continued:
The tall, burly Director stared at him, the two of them facing each other across a two-meter distance.
The Director suddenly unbuttoned his suit jacket, then ripped it open, revealing the T-shirt inside.
Printed on the T-shirt was the image of a Silver-haired Girl.
Huang Yijun was stunned.
Without a word, he also unzipped his own jacket and flung it open, revealing his own T-shirt with the same Silver-haired Girl pattern.
The two of them excitedly embraced, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and nodded repeatedly.
“Finally… we’ve found the Organization.”
Looking at Huang Yijun’s intoxicated expression, Song Wuli shuddered.
How did it circle back to Yin Lin again?
If all Yin Lin Fans were these kinds of weirdos, it was better to cut ties with them in advance.
He didn’t want to be associated with them; it felt so embarrassing.
“So that day, the meeting where so many people were fired, the Director did that on purpose?”
Qian Dehao instantly pieced the sequence of events together.
“Deliberately had Old Song take your position, then squeezed you out, reasonably arranging for you to be by his side.”
“But is that really necessary? Just because of a shared hobby, you’d go to such lengths? Even arranging for you to be the Assistant to the Director. Weren’t you just strangers before that?”
Song Wuli was puzzled.
“Everyone likes a certain singer’s songs, but you don’t see anyone transferring a subordinate to be their personal assistant because of it. It still feels weird. The Director and Huang Yijun, this isn’t right, is it?”
“You don’t understand shit. We share the same Master and Heavenly Father; we are brothers who have been through life and death together. You casuals who just play with merch, you’re not even real Fans.”
Huang Yijun didn’t seem to be joking when he said this.
“So you and the Director go out together all the time?”
Qian Dehao was still probing.
“Yes, precisely for our Master and Heavenly Father.”
Huang Yijun didn’t deny it.
“…Old Huang, even though we usually don’t interfere with each other’s private lives and personal hobbies, I really think you’re a bit… a bit too fanatical.”
Qian Dehao spoke honestly.
“What fanaticism? I’ve just found a purpose in life. Don’t you guys have a purpose in life?”
Huang Yijun said righteously.
Song Wuli, meanwhile, was drinking soy milk, his face turned aside, his ears slightly red.
He just felt really embarrassed, awkward enough to want to dig a hole and crawl into it.