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Here's the translated American version of the story:
I found myself transported into a novel, becoming the male lead of a CEO romance.
I was the type of CEO male lead with no brains, owning a trillion-dollar conglomerate, worth over a hundred billion. Despite being overwhelmed with work, a workaholic with stomach ulcers from stress, I somehow still had time for forced romance with the naive female lead.
When I read this book, I nearly coughed up blood from anger. The brainless plot infuriated me. As the CEO of a public company, a Fortune 500 business, and the richest person in the country, I know best that managing a company leaves no time even for eating, let alone romance.
Who would have thought I'd wake up inside the CEO novel I had just read?
At this moment, I was interviewing for an executive assistant, looking at the resume of someone named Cathy Sweet. I couldn't help but twitch my mouth.
Cathy Sweet, the naive female lead of this book "The CEO's Runaway Wife: 99 Escapes".
From an ordinary background with an associate's degree in fashion design, yet somehow becoming my secretary. She'd clumsily spill water on me when serving drinks. She'd trip and fall into my arms while walking. She'd make a mess organizing files, and mess up billion-dollar contracts by typing errors, causing huge losses for the company.
At the time, I fired her without hesitation, my head pounding with anger.
She cried and asked what she did wrong. I nearly laughed in disbelief - I didn't even make her compensate for the billion-dollar loss, how dare she question me?
Just a week ago, I had fired her.
Now, I needed a highly educated, capable executive assistant. Cathy Sweet had disguised herself, painting freckles on her face, wearing thick black-framed glasses, with thick bangs covering half her face, to interview again.
I was speechless. Did she really think I wouldn't recognize her like this? At least change your name if you're going to disguise yourself.
I glanced at the resume for a few seconds. It clearly didn't meet my criteria for an executive assistant. I immediately told her to leave and called for the next interviewee to come in.
But she froze, stubbornly looking up at me: "You're asking me to leave before I even start my self-introduction?"
"Is this how unreasonable your company is?!" Her face was full of indignation.
I kept my expression blank: "I'm looking for someone highly educated, at least a bachelor's degree, and majoring in finance and management. You studied fashion design. Do you think you're qualified?"
Cathy Sweet's entire face turned red with anger. She spoke harshly: "How do you know I can't do it if you don't try me? So what if I only have an associate's degree? Is a big company allowed to look down on people like this?"
Damn, I almost laughed out loud in anger. I pointed to a line on her resume: "Miss Sweet, the executive assistant I'm hiring must be fluent in at least four languages. You haven't even passed the English B level test. How dare you apply?"
Hilarious. After becoming the CEO male lead, I was fully focused on my career. I had no interest in romance with some naive female lead.
Money and business were my true loves. Women could never be relied upon. Moreover, in this illogical novel world, I absolutely couldn't let anyone ruin the hundreds of companies I now managed.
Although I didn't know if I could return to reality, it didn't matter either way. It was just working in a different place, no real difference.
Cathy Sweet's face was flushed with embarrassment. She choked for a moment, but still refused to back down: "You're just discriminating based on education. I'm so patriotic, how could I possibly learn languages from other countries?"
I felt a headache coming on. I waved to the security guards nearby: "Take her out, take her out, quickly take her out."
I was afraid I'd snap and hit her if this went on.
Trying to reason with me, a capitalist? Utterly pointless. Without the ability to create sustainable value, what was the point of hiring her?
To continue causing trouble for me?