Saintess of the Big Company

Chapter 1: A Tiger Fallen

into the Plains, Bullied by a Woman? My life has been full of ups and downs. When I was twenty-eight, because of my straightforward and strong-willed personality—the so-called "better to break than bend" mentality—I offended people without realizing it, and my career plummeted

. My company, which I had run for less than two years, collapsed. Although I had no debts, seeing my friends and classmates achieve considerable success in their careers made me feel incredibly worthless. Moreover, many friends who used to call me brothers or who had received my help assumed I was in debt after my company's collapse and dared not or would not approach me, which made me even more resentful. I locked myself in my 30-square-meter apartment, never leaving, spending my days complaining and blaming everyone. I also developed the bad habit of needing tranquilizers to fall asleep. I squandered all my savings, and even when I saw my once robust body growing thinner and thinner in the mirror, I felt endless pity.

One day, I read a newspaper report about a well-known credit union in Taiwan that had collapsed, triggering a financial crisis. The owner, surnamed Tsai, was the second-generation heir of a wealthy Taiwanese family. He was imprisoned because of the financial crisis and died of depression not long after.

Reading this report, I was shocked. If I continued down this path of despair, I might end up like that young tycoon. Thinking this, I immediately flipped to the job section of the newspaper.

Because I had previously been a boss in my area of expertise, no one in the industry wanted to hire me, this "dusty-faced Buddha." I had no choice but to switch careers. As the saying goes, every profession is like a mountain to climb. After several setbacks, I realized how difficult it was for someone without expertise or experience to find a job.

That day, I saw an advertisement in the newspaper for a well-known trust company in Taipei that was recruiting male service staff. I thought that service staff would probably do things like greeting customers or helping clients, and probably wouldn't need any special skills. So I immediately drove my beat-up, third-hand car, which was riddled with problems and had peeling paint like it came from a junkyard, to the trust company to apply. When I arrived, there were already more than a dozen male applicants ahead of me. The person

conducting the interview was a beautiful woman, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with the charm of a young married woman. She had a head of cloud-like hair, an oval face, a pair of expressive eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and slightly full and sexy lips. However, she was only 156 centimeters tall. She was wearing the company's uniform: a dark apple-green high-necked cheongsam, a short-sleeved, well-tailored, narrow dress that accentuated her fair skin, her neck and arms, and her not-so-small breasts of about 32C. Her waist was probably less than 23cm, and the hem of her skirt was about fifteen or twenty centimeters above her knees, revealing her shapely legs. She was also wearing the company's uniform-colored three-inch high heels.

The charming and alluring interviewer smiled before speaking and was quite amiable to the job applicants.

When it was my turn for the interview, I realized that the so-called "waitress" was someone who served tea and water to managers at all levels of the company, was responsible for cleaning, sweeping, and carrying heavy objects, and even had to be skilled at cleaning toilets. No wonder when I entered the company, all I saw were beautiful women in uniforms managing things; the men were all mopping floors and cleaning toilets.

I initially wanted to turn around and leave, but then I remembered that my real intention was to find a job, and more physical activity would help me break my habit of taking tranquilizers. Doing some heavy work as a factory worker would be a good way to improve my increasingly weak body. So I continued my conversation with the beautiful woman named Chen Ailing.

She was surprised that someone with only a college diploma would be willing to apply for a "waitress" job, fearing it was a waste of my talent. I told her not to be polite and to explain the principle that no job is inherently superior or inferior. Since I'm doing a job that anyone with a junior high school education could do, she should just treat me like someone who only has a junior high school education.

She couldn't help but laugh. Her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, filling the room with spring. No wonder the company wanted her to conduct the interviews; it truly made the best use of her talents. I think her boyfriend would get an erection every day just seeing her smile.

She carefully sized me up, quite admiring my 181cm height, 75kg weight, and handsome appearance, and directly asked if I could come to work tomorrow. I immediately agreed.

But then she said that company policy dictates starting work at 9:00 AM, but my "job nature" is special; I have to be at the company before 7:00 AM, and I can't leave when the company closes at 5:30 PM. I have to finish the final cleaning before I can leave. If any supervisors or colleagues work overtime, I have to stay and "accompany" them until they leave. But the company promises no overtime pay. Finally, she told me that company policy is a three-month probationary period. If the company deems me unfit for sweeping, wiping tables, and cleaning toilets by then, I'll have to pack my bags and leave.

My God! What kind of job is this? They might as well make me sign a contract of servitude! But I thought, since I'm just looking for a temporary job, this kind of labor-intensive job will help me wean off the tranquilizers I've become addicted to, so I readily agreed.

As I walked out of the office, I felt that Chen Ai-ling's eyes were fixed on my shapely waist and hips, and she was laughing hysterically.

That night, I set my alarm for 6 a.m., took four tranquilizers, and thought about Chen Ailing, the woman who interviewed me that day. Although she was only 156 centimeters tall, her petite figure and the allure of her crossed legs during the interview… I thought about her for a long, long time… almost a year, and I hadn't had any real sex except for masturbation. Before this, I had never been with such a petite beauty. Was her little hole proportional to her height, the smaller the person, the smaller the hole? I wondered if my nearly 18-centimeter-long, egg-thick penis could fit into her tiny hole? If it did, could its nearly 18-centimeter length be fully inserted? …

Lying in bed, my mind was filled with filthy thoughts. Then the tranquilizers took effect, and I drifted into a gloomy dream of career decline.

The next morning, I arrived at the company at 6:50 AM and, as Chen Ailing had instructed, reported to a foreman named Zhang. Foreman Zhang, whose full name was Zhang Ji, was my senior coworker; here he was addressed as "Foreman Zhang." He was an old veteran, around fifty or sixty years old, with a full head of white hair, a serious expression, and a hoarse voice, speaking with a thick Shandong accent. He spoke like he was lecturing his platoon in the army, almost as if he were telling me to stand at attention.

Before the company's senior managers and beautiful women arrived, he strode confidently, leading me, the only "platoon member," on a tour of the entire company, as if our menial work was the highest honor in the world, even more prestigious than Bill Gates's.

Foreman Zhang issued a series of instructions as he walked: every wastebasket under every desk had to be emptied by nine o'clock; certain areas needed special attention for cleaning and wiping with a cloth; he would wear white gloves to check for dust.

When we reached the chairman's office, he bowed respectfully and knocked three times before leading me into the otherwise deserted office. This luxurious office was divided into three rooms. The first room, upon entering, was a meeting room with classic leather sofas. The second room was the office of the chairman's special assistant—my goodness! The special assistant's office was far more luxurious than the office of the owner of a typical medium-sized company. The chairman's office, at the very back, was indescribably extravagant.

"Trust companies really make a fortune every day, it's so easy to make money!

" My mind was racing with these thoughts when my boss, Squad Leader Zhang, interrupted me with a sharp rebuke. He meticulously explained the chairman's habits and temperament. However, the chairman was the head of several large companies and didn't come every day, so special attention was needed… to ensure the chairman's special assistant was well taken care of. First, she didn't like being called "special assistant"; she had to be addressed as "Miss Tang." Also, she didn't like cold tea; her tea had to be served only after she entered the office. Because if the chairman is absent, all company operations are conducted under the instructions of his special assistant, Ms. Tang.

Good heavens! Doesn't that mean Ms. Tang is the company's second-in-command? >@? @<

I saw a gleaming bronze plaque on the antique desk in the special assistant's office, engraved with the words "Special Assistant Tang Yun." I wonder who this Ms. Tang is that my boss, Squad Leader Zhang, holds in such awe.

Next came the incredibly arduous cleaning work: mopping hundreds of square meters of floor space, emptying half a garbage truck, and polishing the bronze badges of nearly a hundred employees until they gleamed... I barely finished before 9 AM, with only the toilets left to clean. Now I truly understood why my predecessor, the "waiter," quit.

Watching my boss, wearing white gloves, meticulously inspect everything, his expression—not entirely satisfied, but acceptable—

he finally handed me a faded dark blue work uniform, instructing me to wear it at all times after 9 AM, so that the company staff could immediately recognize me as a "waiter." Wearing the uniform that revealed part of my arms and part of my calves, I thought to myself, my predecessor, that "waiter," must have come from a land of dwarfs. Looking down, I saw a name tag with my name on it hanging on my work uniform. I was about to take it off for a closer look when my boss interrupted me with a shout. He solemnly instructed me that the purpose of this name tag was to let everyone know my name at a glance, making it easy to order me around, and I was absolutely forbidden to take it off.

Damn it! What country have I ended up working as a slave in?

After starting work at nine, I made another discovery: the company was overwhelmingly female. All the female employees were highly educated beauties. This was probably a basic element of trust companies to get clients to willingly entrust their capital to them. All the beauties wore the same uniform: high-necked cheongsams, form-fitting short mini-skirts, and matching high heels. The uniform color indicated their rank: ordinary employees wore light blue, while assistant managers and managers wore dark apple green. So, my interviewer, Chen Ailing, who had shown me special favor by hiring me, must be a manager.

The pretty girls in light blue uniforms all had the same expression as I walked by—they completely ignored me, treating me like I was invisible. A few others who did see me, however, covered their mouths and laughed. This big guy dressed in a revealing "worker's" uniform was just too funny.

"Xiao Wang! Take this file to Manager Chen in HR!" A pretty girl in light blue uniform, with shoulder-length hair, a slightly thin face, a straight nose, and a cherry-like mouth, her eyes filled with arrogance, focused on her computer and casually handed me a file.

Xiao Wang! When did I become Xiao Wang? My surname is Li; she should be calling me Xiao Li!

She probably just caught a glimpse of me in uniform out of the corner of her eye and habitually ordered me around. Oh well!

A good man doesn't argue with a woman. I silently took the file, glancing at the brass plaque on the arrogant beauty's desk before leaving: "Salesperson Shi Wenjing." Hmm! I'll remember that!

I entered Chen Airing's manager's office with the file in hand. She was sitting in her large office chair, and upon seeing me, she immediately stood up, her smile as bright as a hundred flowers blooming, filling the room with spring-like joy. Despite her petite stature, her well-proportioned, curvaceous figure was still enough to make anyone swallow hard.

"Xiao Li! How's it going? Getting used to your first day at work?"

Hey! Without my permission, she'd already established the way all the beautiful women in the company addressed me.

"Not bad, not bad..." I thought to myself, "Your mother has such good taste, picking such a handsome and diligent servant for the company!"

"It'll be a little tough at first, but you'll naturally get used to it..."

"Yeah, yeah... you get used to it..."

Just as I left the manager's office, my boss, Foreman Zhang, grabbed me, his expression as tense as if his butt was on fire.

"Didn't I tell you to take special care of Miss Tang?"

That Miss Tang? Oh! Right! The company's second-in-command, the chairman's special assistant, Miss Tang.

"Yes! I washed her teacup very thoroughly, and even disinfected it with boiling water!"

"No more empty talk. I hate people who only talk the talk but don't walk the walk... Miss Tang is here, why hasn't her tea been brewed yet?"

"Oh? She's here? I didn't see her. When did she arrive?"

"Stop nagging! Go brew Miss Tang's tea quickly. Remember, the hot water in the water dispenser isn't hot enough, the tea won't be fragrant enough. You must boil the water again before brewing her special can of Dongding Oolong tea and bringing it in!"

"Yes, yes, yes...

" I nodded vigorously and hurried to the tea room, thinking to myself, my boss is so respectful of Miss Tang, this Miss Tang must look like a girl who's like Pigsy from Journey to the West, and when she's fierce, she's like a wicked stepmother.

I carried Miss Tang's exquisite Dongding Oolong tea to the chairman's office as if serving an ancestor. As I pushed open the door and entered the second assistant's office, I glanced up and nearly dropped the precious tea in surprise.

So she wasn't Pigsy's sister, nor was she a wicked stepmother.

Behind the ornate, classic double-headed desk sat a beautiful woman with long hair flowing down her shoulders, writing something with her head down. She wore a black velvet uniform, and just seeing her snow-white, jade-like arms peeking out from under the short-sleeved black velvet sleeves was enough to spark endless fantasies.

From my vantage point, looking down at her, I could see the contours of her naturally beautiful oval face, her straight nose like Venus's, and her small, beautifully curved, cherry-like lips, thin yet moist.

The only adornment she wore was a pair of priceless amethyst earrings dangling from her delicate, snow-white earlobes, exuding an air of mysterious elegance. Her eyes were obscured, but judging by her long, fan-like eyelashes, they must be quite striking. She was probably contemplating how to approve documents; her slender, jade-like fingers, like spring onions, habitually twirled a delicate pen, adding a touch of playfulness and ease to the otherwise cold atmosphere of the room.

I placed her Dongding Oolong tea on the tea mat beside her table.

"Miss Tang! Your Oolong tea…"

"Thank you! Xiao Wang…" she said without looking up.

Xiao Wang again! What's with these beauties? I stood tall and imposing before them, and they all looked like blind men.

"You're welcome!

" Perhaps it was my voice that made her recognize me as Xiao Li, not Xiao Wang, and she glanced up at me.

Ah! She was so beautiful it was almost blinding. Her thick, slender eyebrows arched slightly upwards, and her eyes...cat-like eyes—no wonder my boss acted like a mouse before a cat when he saw her. Those bright, clear, cat-like eyes held an indescribable mystery, perfectly complementing her Venusian nose and beautifully curved lips. She could only be described as breathtakingly beautiful, a vision of divine grace.

She noticed me, someone who'd seen countless beautiful women, staring at her like a fool. Perhaps used to men's drooling gazes, she didn't seem to mind.

"Are you new?"

"Oh, yes!

" She put down her pen and flipped through the files on her desk.

"Are you Li Wangxing?"

So my file, the new waitress, was already on her desk.

"Oh, yes! I applied for a waitress position yesterday, and I'm still on probation...

" She saw my mismatched "coworker" uniform, which resembled a crab's shell, and gave a faint, unsettling smile. Wow! She also had two captivating dimples; a smile that could launch a thousand ships was enough to enchant a city. Compared to her, the other beauties in pink and blue were like stars, while she was like the bright moon, dazzlingly beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous.

Seeing me laughing along with her like a fool, her ethereal face instantly turned icy cold, and she spoke indifferently

, "I'll have them make you a new uniform!"

"Thank you!"

Just then, the phone on her desk rang. She casually pressed the call button, and her secretary's voice came through the speakerphone.

"Ms. Tang! The General Manager wants to see you...

" I heard the General Manager wanted to see her and was about to go open the door for her to see the General Manager when she said,

"Please let him in!"

Wow! The General Manager wants to see the Chairman's special assistant, and she has to come herself? What level is that?

"If there's nothing else, you can go back to work!"

She said, standing up. Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, I stole a glance at her alluring breasts encased in her uniform. My god! I estimated her breasts to be at least a 34D. The well-tailored uniform made them appear even more prominent, and paired with her snow-white arms under the short sleeves, they were mesmerizing.

Her slender waist, no more than 23 inches, swayed past my eyes like a willow in the wind, and I felt my heart beating at 120 beats per minute. As I walked behind her, her long, straight hair cascaded down her shoulders like a jade waterfall, swaying in waves like silk in the wind with her graceful movements. A faint, elegant fragrance emanated from her hair, intoxicating my senses. Her short, black velvet skirt, nearly twenty centimeters above her knees, clung to her rounded, shapely hips, which appeared to be about 35 inches long. Even through the thin velvet material, I could feel its elasticity without touching it. Beneath the skirt, her shapely, white, long, and smooth legs were revealed, encased in sheer stockings, and she wore three-inch heels matching the skirt's color. It reminded me of the phrase: "Her spirit is like autumn water, her bones like jade!"

In short, to describe Ms. Tang, the company's second-in-command, the phrase "fair skin like ice, a fairy-like figure" would only capture about 80% of her essence.

The general manager was a tall, thin, bespectacled, and well-mannered man, around forty years old. He ignored me completely upon entering, only concerned with his own politeness towards the second-in-command.

"Close the door behind you when you leave..."

the beautiful woman said, seemingly talking to thin air.

I respectfully replied, "Yes!" I was practically shouting, "Yes, sir! This servant takes his leave!"

As I turned to close the door, I reluctantly glanced back into the meeting room. Ah! In that fleeting glimpse, I saw Miss Tang sit down on the main sofa. Her black velvet mini-skirt had ridden up a bit, revealing a large section of her shapely, long thighs, making my blood boil. She crossed her right leg over her left, striking a graceful pose. I vaguely saw a white shadow flash between her thighs under her mini-skirt—was it her underwear? Why wear white underwear when she's wearing a black mini-skirt?

Like a lecherous worm, my mind was filled with thoughts of whether the beautiful Miss Tang was wearing black or white underwear. I imagined taking off her underwear, pulling out my thick, long penis, and shoving it into her little hole... Hehehe

~ Black or white underwear, underwear that can be taken off is good underwear!

Lost in my daydream outside the chairman's office, I didn't even notice my boss, Squad Leader Zhang, waving his five calloused fingers in front of my face.

"Hey? What's this idiot grinning about?" Squad Leader Zhang, his mouth reeking of garlic, yelled in my ear, "Go clean the toilets!"

His hoarse roar was like a slap in the face, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Yes! Clean the toilets...

" Good dreams are easily broken, and I hurriedly agreed, rushing to the toilet.

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