Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 357 - 355 Mysterious Major Shareholder

Facts proved that formidable people are strong wherever they go.

This mysterious major shareholder of Yundu was once a prominent figure in the China business circle, and within a few years, his career in America also flourished.

But ultimately, the Boss couldn’t bear to give up such a large market in China and returned to the country in recent years.

After returning, this business tycoon started to acquire and integrate medium-to-large enterprises, indicating his intentions to expand his foothold in China once more.

Yundu was just one of the companies he acquired.

At this thought, Jiayi let out a slight sigh.

From the driver’s seat, the middle-aged driver noticed her staring blankly at the Yundu Building, clutching her resume, and said with a smile, "Miss, are you going to Yundu for an interview? I’ve already taken two job candidates to Yundu just an hour ago!"

Jiayi was taken aback.

Today was Yundu’s large-scale recruitment event. She knew job competition was fierce and that there would definitely be many applicants, but she had no idea it was this competitive!

Just this driver uncle alone had taken two candidates there?

Her already nervous heart grew even more anxious, "They went so early? Isn’t the interview scheduled for ten o’clock?"

The driver shook his head, "Some people go early just to get chummy with the receptionists and interviewers, to curry favor. Young lady, are you a fresh graduate? Haven’t you looked for a job before? Positions at high-end companies like this are highly sought after, do you think you can get in just by having qualifications and skills?"

She really didn’t know about these backdoor job-seeking strategies and tactics.

She had grown up with her mother in a small town abroad, where the social atmosphere was relatively pure and she wasn’t well-versed in the crafty social customs of China.

So that’s how it is!

Jiayi felt she was at a disadvantage and couldn’t afford to fall behind!

Although she disdained the idea of using back channels, without them, she might not be able to find a job!

Without a job, she wouldn’t be able to buy tasty treats for Xiaobao or send Xiaobao to a good kindergarten!

She had thought there was plenty of time, but now, time was of the essence!

"Driver uncle, please hurry," Jiayi felt her heartbeat quicken.

"Alright!" The driver cooperated, stepping on the gas, and sped towards the Yundu Building.

The moment the car stopped at the entrance of the building, Jiayi paid the fare and quickly jumped out of the car.

And indeed, the driver uncle was right.

Even though it was still early for the interview, a steady stream of candidates was already entering through the special applicant’s entrance.

Alas, it seemed her little cutie at home was right; coming earlier would have spared her this panic.

She stepped out in high heels that she hadn’t worn in a long while, slammed the car door, and hurried towards the building. Too rushed and panic-stricken, she didn’t even notice a black BMW driving by — it wasn’t until the car was nearly upon her that she startled and tried to dodge. But the A-line skirt she wore today hindered her movement.

The black sedan, having not expected the woman in front to not dodge, didn’t slow down.

In her flustered state, Jiayi’s foot twisted, and to avoid the car, she braced herself with her hand against the car’s hood, tumbling onto the cold ground—

The sedan screeched to an emergency halt!

The driver rushed out of the car and approached, "Miss, are you alright?"

Jiayi scrambled up, feeling a faint pain in her ankle. On inspection, her stockings were torn, and she had some scrapes, but there was no time to check the extent of her injuries. She hurriedly picked up her scattered resume and design drafts, "I’m fine."

The driver looked at the young woman in front of him as if she were an alien.

In this day and age, someone who got injured in front of a luxury car and didn’t play the scam game?

Even if she didn’t scam, she at least could’ve tried for some medical compensation.

She actually took the initiative to say she was fine? That was truly unusual.

Seeing that her stockings were torn and her leg was scraped, the driver felt somewhat guilty and asked, "Do you want me to take you to the hospital, miss?"

Who had time to go to the hospital now? Not to mention it was just a scraped leg, even if it had been broken, she would have had to go upstairs and finish the interview first.

Thinking of her mommy going to dance classes alone to earn money for the family, thinking of Zaizai’s bilingual kindergarten, Jiayi even forgot about the pain and braced herself to stand up straight, "I’m really okay."

As she stood up, using too much force, a sharp pain shot through her ankle, and she blurted out, "Ouch..."

The driver dared not be careless, "Miss, this won’t do, you should still go to the hospital for a check-up."

If anything happened to this miss, he wasn’t afraid of compensating with money; what he was afraid of was affecting the person in the car.

The Boss had returned to China this time to break into a new market, and if the media caught wind of it and made a frenzy about a hit-and-run scandal, it would definitely not be good.

Jiayi saw the driver was almost eager to rush her to the hospital and hurriedly waved her hand, "Really, there’s no need..."

Before her words finished, a man’s voice came from the silent car,

"Ade, if she doesn’t wish to, don’t insist. Leave her your contact details. If she gets hurt, let her call on her own."

The tone was indifferent, impatient, mixed with frosty coldness, yet decisive and crisp, containing the power to awe.

Jiayi curiously looked over at the car, hey, there was a living person inside after all.

The car window was tinted with a coffee-colored sunshade film, only revealing a slim crack, making it impossible to see the person inside clearly.

Ade quickly said, "Okay." As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, wrote down a number, and handed it to Jiayi, "Miss, this is Mr. Huo’s phone number. If there’s anything wrong with you, you can contact us anytime, and then we’ll take you to the hospital."

Having said that, he turned and got back into the car.

The car slowly passed by Jiayi, and the window slowly dropped a few centimeters.

As they passed, Jiayi caught sight of the figure in the backseat.

A black handmade suit enveloped the robust and graceful figure, half of the side profile was cold and perfect, like contours carved with a sculptor’s knife, resembling a solemn and extraordinary statue.

This image matched the voice just now perfectly.

Though stunningly handsome, Jiayi inexplicably shivered; this man gave off an impression like eating ice cream in the dead of winter.

Cold was the word.

Jiayi looked down and glanced at the slip of paper the driver had given her.

It was a string of phone numbers, followed by a name: Derek Fok.

Could that be the name of the man in the car?

’Fok’ must be his surname, right? The driver just called him Mr. Huo, right?

Fok was the transliteration of Huo, no mistake there.

So, the person who had collided with her was surnamed Huo.

There was no time to delay; Jiayi didn’t think too much about it, stuffed the paper into her handbag, and walked into the building.

She thought the scrape on her leg was nothing serious, but after walking a few steps, she realized the fall was not light—it hurt badly. Combined with seven or eight centimeter high heels, she was limping, attracting many sideways glances from Yundu employees.

On the eighteenth floor, where the interview was located, the waiting room was already filled with job applicants.

Several applicants saw Jiayi’s condition and initially expressed surprise, followed by a trace of contempt.

Jiayi felt helpless—if she had seen such a competitor, she probably would have felt full of confidence as well.