Jiang Cheng lifted his hand and passed the crumpled flyer he'd been clutching to Yang Fan.
Calmly, he said, "Get this printed as our store's promotional sheet. Run plenty of copies; every branch will use this version."
Yang Fan stepped forward at once.
"Yes, President Jiang."
As he took the flyer, his eyes swept across it.
Two quick glances were enough.
There was no doubt—Ye Wan had designed it.
After all, she'd also done the menu board; the handwriting, the style, were identical, unmistakably hers.
Jiang Cheng seemed to remember something and added,
"When payroll comes around, give her an extra thousand for the ad design."
Yang Fan's face stayed carefully neutral.
He showed no surprise.
But inside, envy surged like a rising tide.
Without turning his head, he sneaked a glance at Ye Wan as she walked out of the staff room in her uniform.
To him, she was just an ordinary girl.
Yet she was lucky enough to win the favor and quiet help of a powerful Second-generation rich.
Hah, girls have it so easy these days…
Take this flyer, for example.
In his eyes it was nothing more than a grade-schooler's cartoon.
But for that simple drawing she'd pocketed a thousand—money that came too easily…
A little after eight, Ye Wan clocked out, changed clothes, and left the workshop.
She murmured a soft goodbye and headed for the door.
Yang Fan hurried to the corner, scooped up a large clothing bag,
and chased after her.
His flustered, furtive manner
made the other staff stare in bewilderment.
Everyone could see Jiang Cheng's special treatment of Ye Wan.
Now the manager was running after her with shopping bags—what was going on?
"Wait, does Manager Yang… like her too?"
"My God, so bold! At lunch he sneaked those bags in—knew something was up."
"Right? I asked him about them and he dodged the question. Turns out they were for Ye Wan."
"Looks like Manager Yang doesn't stand a chance…"
Ye Wan heard him call, stopped, and turned.
Worry flickered across her face.
Had she made some mistake at work
that required a private talk?
She bit her lip and asked cautiously, "Manager, is something wrong?"
Yang Fan wiped away his panic and forced a gentle smile.
"This is our New-Year gift. I almost forgot to give it to you."
Surprised, Ye Wan took the two bags with both hands.
She opened them and peeked inside.
Seeing two brand-new down jackets, she broke into a delighted smile.
She thought nothing more of it;
after all, Manager Yang had handed them over.
She simply felt Simple Tea's benefits were amazing.
"Thank you, Manager," she said earnestly.
Watching her accept the jackets, Yang Fan's heart filled with envy again.
As store manager at Simple Tea he earned almost nine thousand a month.
In prosperous Shanghai that wasn't spectacular,
but in the fiercely competitive milk tea business it was solid.
He'd slogged years to reach manager at his last job—only seven thousand there.
Plus, Simple Tea provided housing; the package was generous.
Still, he'd never splurged two grand on a single jacket of this brand.
Today Jiang Cheng had sent three via Wang Sheng.
Given the brand's fame and price,
those three coats might equal a month of his salary.
Collecting himself, he added, "Didn't you say you wanted holiday part-time work?"
Ye Wan nodded. "I asked Sister Yun. She said part-timers don't get dorm beds, and our school closes the dorms over break, so I planned to look elsewhere."
"Who says part-timers can't have dorms? You'll get a room. During the holiday you'll also get five yuan extra per hour plus triple pay."
"Five extra? So nineteen an hour, triple that's fifty-seven?" Her eyes lit up.
"Think it over. Let me know if you want in."
"I do, I do—thank you, Manager!" she said, nodding gratefully.
"No need to thank me; President Jiang arranged it all."
Back at the dorm, her three roommates gaped at the three shopping bags she never carried.
When they spotted the luxury logos, their eyes went wide.