The first time Miyuki experienced a hangover, she slept longer and deeper than she ever had before. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The next morning, the alarm clock for work failed to wake her but rather woke Lu Liang, who had just fallen asleep.

Perhaps feeling guilty, Lu Liang woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so he got up to prepare breakfast.

One spoonful of lard, a handful of noodles, and a few greens, cooked into a bowl of clear soup noodles, with an extra fried egg.

"You all go ahead first, I might go to Xiangjiang tomorrow.” Lu Liang received a call.

Huanfang Quantitative had already finished wrapping up, and Liang Wenhu was leading the team and equipment to Xiangjiang to set up an AI large model.

Lu Liang made another call to inquire about Tang Caide’s work progress and learned that the license had been obtained and the venue was rented.

"Mr. Lu, Director Chen Jiebin of the Financial Management Office would like to talk to you. Do you know when you will be available?” Tang Caide asked.

The Xiangjiang Financial Management Office was established in 1980. Previously, there were four exchanges in Xiangjiang, with tedious and varying procedures that intimidated investors at the time, preventing the market from expanding. <subtex>.</subtex>

Thus, the Financial Management Office came into being. After several years of preparation and promotion, the four major exchanges merged in ’86.

This gave birth to Xiangjiang’s sole securities exchange, marking a new chapter for the Xiangjiang securities market.

The Financial Management Office holds significant power, equivalent to that of the mainland’s Securities and Futures Commission, and can also exercise some of the Silver Supervision Committee’s duties.

Tianxing Quantitative, settled in Xiangjiang, enjoys many policy incentives and exclusive channels for large international funds.

However, some potential support policies require Lu Liang to personally discuss them with their top executive.

"How about the day after tomorrow afternoon? Wenhui plans to go over tomorrow, so let’s gather then.”

While slurping noodles, Lu Liang heard a commotion coming from Miyuki’s bedroom.

A stream of Japanese words, and he only understood ‘okaasan’ meant mother.

"Let’s hang up for now. I’ll arrive tomorrow noon; please schedule a time with Director Chen for me.”

Just as Lu Liang ended the call with Tang Caide, a crack appeared in Miyuki’s bedroom door.

She peeked out with her messy bed hair, a few strands playfully swaying on top of her head. Seeing Lu Liang was no longer busy, she smiled cheerfully and walked out.

The pajamas on her looked like beggar’s clothes; a few buttons at the chest were undone, revealing most of her fragrant shoulder, and the pants were rolled up to the thighs, exposing her long, shapely legs.

"Good morning, sir!”

Miyuki strode over, shaking her clothes as she walked.

Standing in front of Lu Liang, she tucked her fragrant shoulder back and let down her pant legs.

She glanced around and was eventually drawn to the wall clock, her mood suddenly dropping: “Has mom left?”

After sleeping off the hangover, Miyuki didn’t feel as angry as the night before. On reflection, it made sense for her mom to want her own life.

After all, she was only forty-one. There were several unmarried and childless sisters over forty in the company who still wanted to date.

Her mom watched her and Lu Liang enjoying sweet times every day. She shouldn’t be so selfish as to keep her mom tied down.

But Miyuki,

Still couldn’t accept her mom leaving without a word.

Even if she had to forcibly wake her up to have breakfast together, couldn’t she endure the eagerness to break away?

"Madam left at five-thirty. I had the driver take her to the airport. She stayed with you until she left.”

Hearing Lu Liang’s words, Miyuki’s eyes lit up. She subconsciously touched her face, finding the foundation from last night had vanished.

Secretly delighted, she then angrily said, “Why didn’t she wake me up?”

"Let’s eat breakfast; it’s getting mushy.”

Lu Liang wiped his mouth and patted Miyuki’s head: “I made it. I wonder if it suits your taste.”

"Sir, you can even make breakfast. How impressive!” Miyuki’s eyes sparkled, her displeasure vanishing.

"Delicious!” She gobbled up the food like a little pig, sometimes making exaggerated slurping sounds, filling Lu Liang with a sense of achievement.

This is their Neon custom: to eat everything quietly, except for noodles, where louder slurping shows more respect for the chef and affirmation of their cooking skills.

"Slow down, don’t eat your hair too.”

Lu Liang rested his chin on one hand, occasionally tucking Miyuki’s falling locks behind her ear.

He also started discussing Miyuki’s future arrangements: “I’ve had Wen Chao transfer you to Fuji TV’s acquisition project team. After the acquisition, you’ll be officially transferred, and then you’ll rotate in the auditing department, directly participating in several major company acquisition projects.”

"Even though the workload will be significant, I hope you can stick to it and quickly familiarize yourself with the explicit and implicit rules of various departments.”

Last month, when Lu Liang recruited Miyuki into the company, he repeatedly instructed Wen Chao.

Treat her like an ordinary intern, with no special treatment whatsoever.

A qualified corporate manager must not only be familiar with each department’s work content but also know the unspoken rules and the real power held by certain department leaders.

Just like Sato Yuuya, though merely a section chief in a department managing a dozen people, he doesn’t even have the qualifications to attend Wen Chao’s meetings.

Yet, with such an unremarkable position, just because he holds the recommendation quota for interns becoming official, he can impose the unspoken rules on them.

If Miyuki becomes Lu Liang’s spokesperson in Tokyo in the future, then after this incident, she will have a benchmark to weigh in personnel deployment.

While a manager’s capability is essential, the ability to understand and use people wisely is even more crucial.

"Sir, I can endure, and I won’t disappoint you.” Miyuki put down her bowl and chopsticks, her face serious.

Lu Liang smiled and continued, “As for that section chief of yours, don’t worry about him for now. He won’t last long.”

"By the way, in the future, if there’s any social gathering or dinner invitation you don’t want to attend, just decline.”

"Don’t worry about handling relationships with colleagues; the workplace is not like school, and colleagues are not classmates.”

"Even if you spend a long time together, laughing and chatting every day, once you leave the company, it’s like you’re strangers.”

"Besides, you’re just here to familiarize yourself with the department’s rules.”

Lu Liang tirelessly imparted his experiences as someone who has been through it all.

Fresh graduates are the easiest to become best friends or brothers with colleagues because they’re naive and easy to talk to.

Little do they know, the bond between colleagues is only the company, and once they resign and try to connect again, it’s mostly about borrowing money.

Miyuki listened intently like a student, taking Lu Liang’s words as life principles for her future.

One spoke; the other listened,

Time slipped away unnoticed.

"Sir, I have to go to work.”

Miyuki was reluctant to leave; she had overslept in the morning and only asked for half a day off from her departmental manager, Sato Yuuya.

"You’ve already asked for half a day off, why go back in the afternoon? Just take the whole day.” Lu Liang looked out the window at the bright sunshine.

It was a cloudless day, a rare good weather; he planned to take Miyuki out for a walk and relax.

"What excuse should I use?” Miyuki asked, looking guilty; she wasn’t really afraid of being blamed by Sato Yuuya.

It’s like during school; even when you’re really sick with a dizzy head, you still feel inexplicable guilt when asking for leave from a teacher.

Lu Liang chuckled. “Girls can take leave easily. Just say it’s your period, and you’re not feeling well.”

Miyuki followed Lu Liang’s advice and called Sato Yuuya, only to receive a fierce threat, “Miss Sakurada, remember, you’re still in your internship period.”

Before the other party finished speaking, Lu Liang hung up the phone directly. He smiled and said, “Let’s go, pack up, and let’s head out to have fun.”

"Okay.”

Meanwhile,

At the Xingheng Investment Market Department’s analysis section.

Upon hearing the busy tone from the phone, Sato Yuuya was furious, swearing, “Baka…”

Before the curse was fully out, a figure appeared at his desk, standing straight in a suit.

Sato Yuuya looked up and hurriedly left his seat, standing as straight as a schoolboy, “President!”

Wen Chao responded with a hum, tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, left a message, and headed to his office: “Come with me.”

Being docked half a year’s bonus was one thing; leaving a bad impression on Lu Liang about his management was worse.

If he hadn’t prepared a huge pit beforehand, Wen Chao would have considered firing him now.

Because he needed to acquire Fuji TV, he was very busy, but that couldn’t be an excuse.

Seeing the company’s president personally look for the section chief, the section immediately started to gossip.

After all, in such situations, it was either great news or terrible news.

The dozen section members hoped for the latter, except for the two interns who were hoping for the former.

If the leader fell, they would’ve been taken advantage of for nothing.

"Section Chief Sato, how long have you been with Xingheng?”

Wen Chao asked in a calm tone, sitting at his desk, flipping through Sato Yuuya’s profile.

"Next month on the fifteenth, it’ll be a year, which is also the company’s first anniversary.”

Sato Yuuya smiled, but inside, he was as nervous as an old dog, immediately thinking if Miyuki Sakurada had complained about him.

"An elder of the company then,” Wen Chao smiled. “There’s a very important project recently. You have three days to hand over your work, then head to the project’s audit department. I’m looking forward to your performance.”

Sato Yuuya was overjoyed, having heard of this project involving over a billion US dollars; it was clearly a promotion for him.

He bowed in thanks, “Thank you, President Wen. I won’t let you down, nor the company’s expectations.”

"Okay, you can go out now.”

Wen Chao paused and then stopped Sato Yuuya again, “I heard you are quite close to the interns. Office romance, although the company does not have explicit rules against, is also not encouraged.”

Having stayed in Neon for over a year, he knew the traits of this nation well. You need a carrot and stick approach.

If you only give a carrot, who knows what kind of ghost it’ll expand into; it’s necessary to knock some sense somewhat to prevent him from getting bolder ideas about Miyuki Sakurada.

Sato Yuuya’s expression froze, quickly replied, “President Wen, please believe me, there’s absolutely nothing going on.”

Wen Chao chuckled lightly, “Good, that’s best. You can go now.”

Sato Yuuya bowed once more, and as he exited Wen Chao’s office, he couldn’t hide his excitement.

He walked briskly back to his section, clapped his hands, and cleared his throat a few times, “I have an announcement to make to everyone.”

Upon hearing the news of the transfer, the dozen or so people had varied expressions but could only give congratulatory smiles and urge him to treat them to a meal.

"No problem, meet up at the Snowflake Tavern after work.” Sato Yuuya felt elated inside.

Suddenly someone asked, “Section Chief, shouldn’t you tell Miyuki-chan?”

Sato Yuuya thought of Miyuki Sakurada’s work, recalling that face resembling Nakamori Akina.

Though unwilling, he suppressed his excitement, “Don’t bother with her. Once her internship ends, she’ll be gone.”