Three years after graduating from college, I was still working as a tea server in an advertising agency.
Until that rainy night, I risked my life and stopped the car of the CEO of Ji Group.
"Mr. Ji, give me five minutes, and you will see the top advertising planning in China."
He rolled down the window, and the rain dripped down his jawline and onto my resume: "Get in the car."
Later, it became known throughout the city that the cold-faced King of Hell, Ji Huaizhou, had a little ancestor who he took with him wherever he went.
He taught me how to write plans step by step, stayed up late with me to revise PPTs, and pushed tens of millions of projects in front of me.
At the celebration party, I got drunk and acted coquettishly: "Why did Mr. Ji choose me?"
"Because from the moment you were soaked and dared to talk to me with all your might -"
He paused deliberately, and continued with a hint of indescribable playfulness and determination:
"I knew you..."
