At two in the morning, designated driver Lin Chuan accepted a job.
The note read: Park in the designated space, wait for instructions, and do not call.
Behind a pillar, he ran into Wang J infa, his former boss, who had kicked him from the clouds three years earlier. The man was embracing another woman and smugly saying, “Once the equity transfer is signed next month, Yunweixuan will belong to the Wang family. My wife? She is leaving with nothing.”
The next second, his phone rang.
“How are your driving skills?” a woman’s voice asked through the receiver, cool and steady.
“Three years without a single traffic violation.”
“Take a photo for me. Ten thousand.”
The most valuable skill Lin Chuan possessed in this life was reading people. One glance told him what they wanted and what they feared.
That night, he became a blade in the hands of the proprietress.
The next day, Wang J infa framed him for stealing a three-million-yuan watch. Everyone waited to see him put on handcuffs, but Shen Ruoyun pushed open the door and said only one thing:
“Bring up the surveillance footage without cutting a single second.”
After turning the tables in front of everyone, she handed him a black business card. “Tomorrow at nine, Yunweixuan headquarters. Let’s discuss your new job.”
Position: special assistant to the president, also serving as driver.
Everyone laughed at him: What could a driver possibly know about accounting?
At the shareholders’ meeting three months later, he threw the evidence that Wang J infa had drained the company onto the projection screen, page by page.
“You dared lay a hand on my driver?”
He had thought this was merely a power struggle.
Until he saw his father, who had been dead for thirteen years, in an old photograph in the proprietress’s study.
He had no intention of letting any of those who owed him off the hook.
