The scandal, once revealed, meant that even if the old man wasn't fired by the hospital, he'd likely have no face left to stay.
With her great revenge achieved, Jian Fei would probably need a new supervisor assigned by the hospital. Coupled with various other complications and her thesis, it was uncertain when she'd finally receive her graduation certificate.
On the way back, she thanked Ke Teng.
Ke Teng asked if she was still leaving.
"Yes. I don't know when I'll get my graduation certificate, and no other hospital will accept me, so why should I stay here?"
"Actually, I'd long anticipated I wouldn't be staying here long and have been sending out resumes. A hospital in my hometown, Tongcheng, has sent me an interview notification."
"Although the salary and benefits aren't as good as in Shangcheng, the cost of living is relatively lower, and it's close to home. I've been ready to go back for a while."
Fine.
Since she had already made her preparations, Ke Teng didn't feel it appropriate to try and persuade her to stay any longer.
He just felt a bit regretful, losing someone to bicker with, someone who dared to speak the truth to him.
Jiang Nan Fang spent two days researching and discovered that the domestic perfume market was quite chaotic, with only two or three companies catching her attention.
The one that interested her the most was called Yueyan Fragrance Studio. It had good online sales and a perfume series highly sought after by young girls.
This studio only produced perfumes suitable for young women aged 18 to 35. Unlike other companies, they didn't sell everything related to fragrance, like aromatherapy or candles, all together.
Jiang Nan Fang admired this aspect the most.
As the saying goes, specialization leads to mastery. Instead of developing various products simultaneously and scattering focus without a specialty, it was better to dedicate more patience to a single demographic.
Making a certain product excellent, turning it into a classic, could also achieve the goal of renown.
She was full of ideas, but unfortunately, she had no money to invest at the moment.
In the field of electronics, developing new products required field research, more learning and communication, as well as extensive data and scientific validation...
Jiang Nan Fang could no longer settle down and focus on scientific research. So, while her interest in perfumery was fresh, she thought it wouldn't be bad to transition.
In the face of passion, money seemed less important.
In terms of perfume, she was merely a novice, with no outstanding achievements to her name.
Achieving results required time and experience. Entering a new industry, one couldn't expect to get rich overnight.
Therefore, she decided to put aside fast-money schemes for now.
Currently, maintaining her existing standard of living was sufficient.
With this in mind, Jiang Nan Fang sent her resume to Yueyan Studio.
Studios that required creativity like this were always recruiting R&D personnel. Soon, the HR department responded.
The interview was scheduled for ten o'clock the next morning.
Jiang Nan Fang brought her previous works and smoothly passed the first and second rounds of interviews, meeting the R&D director.
He was a man of similar age to her, appearing refined and elegant, named Wang Lang.
In the face of her passion, Jiang Nan Fang spoke eloquently with unique insights, and she and Wang Lang felt a sense of immediate kinship.
Soon, they moved from discussing Jiang Nan Fang's personal strengths to the studio's prospects.
Jiang Nan Fang asked if he had plans to develop men's perfumes in the future.
"Naturally. As a businessman, everyone knows that the bigger the business, the more money you can make."
Wang Lang stated frankly,
"The problem is, the studio is just starting out, and R&D funding is limited. These are future plans."
Jiang Nan Fang understood and appreciated his honesty. The interview was successfully passed.
Before leaving, Wang Lang asked Jiang Nan Fang.
"Actually, I find your product concepts and content a bit immature. At this stage of our studio's development, we need experienced and insightful individuals, not newcomers like you. Do you know why I'm keeping you?"
Jiang Nan Fang honestly said she didn't know.
Wang Lang replied, "Because you are beautiful. Not only beautiful, but your thinking is clear and your communication skills are strong. That's rare in a 'vase.'"
Jiang Nan Fang was truly taken aback by his candor.
"So, what is Mr. Wang's underlying meaning?"
"Nothing else," Wang Lang said.
"We're all young people, and I don't like beating around the bush. I'll say the unpleasant things upfront."
"The company's R&D requires money. Besides sales, it all comes from external investment."
"Especially recently, I need to meet a very difficult businessman, and I need a capable assistant by my side. If you don't mind fully utilizing your beauty, I think we'll cooperate very happily."
In plain terms, he would often go out for social events and seek investment, and he wanted Jiang Nan Fang to accompany him for drinks and meals for public relations.
Jiang Nan Fang never expected that she would one day play such a role.
But it was also good. Life was about continuous experiences, trying new things, and facing challenges to ultimately discover what suited her best.
She was only 30 years old. What was wrong with adding more colors to her life?
"If I secure sponsorship, can I directly participate in R&D?"
"Of course. You're joining as an R&D staff member, and your ultimate role is R&D. Securing funding is just one step in the process."
"Then I accept."
Jiang Nan Fang was confident she could complete this challenge.
"However, Mr. Wang, you won't ask me to do anything illegal, will you?"
"Haha," Wang Lang laughed.
"Don't worry. A gentleman loves wealth but acquires it righteously. We've all studied for a few years, and we have these basic principles of conduct."
A week passed. The Beicheng police officers couldn't find any suspicious individuals and could only temporarily report the results to Zhan Bei Jue.
This further solidified Zhan Bei Jue's suspicions.
It was her.
She could slip away from under the noses of the police officers without them suspecting her; this woman truly had some skills.
Putting down his phone, he felt a slight headache.
After the separation from his father and the estrangement from his mother that year, that woman not only didn't collapse but had instead reached her current level of success.
Having endured and hibernated for so long, she must be planning a final, decisive move.
Zhan Bei Jue could guess that people around him were in danger, but he didn't know where the danger would come from, nor had he figured out how to deal with her.
Coupled with the recent heavy workload and personal matters not going smoothly, he felt quite exhausted.
He might be catching a cold, as his forehead throbbed with pain.
If he remembered correctly, he had a project meeting in the afternoon. Zhan Bei Jue suddenly felt annoyed and called Zhou Jinbei in.
"Postpone this afternoon's meeting and get me some medicine for this headache."
"Headache? You shouldn't just take medicine casually. Should you go to the hospital?"
"No need."
Zhan Bei Jue didn't want to go to crowded places. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his voice languid.
"See which private visitors have appointments with me recently."
He should also change his mood and deal with some other matters.
Zhou Jinbei flipped through her work notebook.
"There's someone named Wang Lang who has been trying to schedule an appointment with you for months and never got a slot. He called me again this morning."