"Dad, you misunderstood. He's just an intern, naturally working at the basic level, alternating workdays, a secretary assistant intern, with a daily wage of only one hundred yuan. He's not my personal assistant."
Jing Che responded calmly and leisurely.
"Then what were you having him do just now? This is the work of an executive assistant." Jing Dezhen growled angrily.
"We were short-handed, and he was available. Isn't that normal?" Jing Che answered matter-of-factly.
"If you're short-handed, why not hire another assistant?"
"Sure! This contract of mine is due to be handed over to the partner company in half an hour. Could you, Dad, figure out a way to immediately recruit a suitably qualified executive assistant to report to me?"
Jing Che wasn't one to be trifled with either; he knew his father was intentionally embarrassing Ji Junxue, and he was simply stating the facts.
