It was an email from Hughes!
He was the senior brother who transferred the company!
Simon was surprised. He opened the email and saw an ordinary electronic postcard.
The picture on the card was St. Mary's Cathedral at Cambridge University.
There was a row of small words at the bottom.
"Dear Junior, thank you for helping me solve my urgent problem. I regret not listening to you at that time."
"You have a very unique vision. You are definitely more suitable to be the boss of Creative Company than I am."
"I wish you all the best!"
According to the system, Hughes was studying at Cambridge University. The alumnus who cheated him should still be there.
After all, he had sold a company to him at a very low price. Simon felt that there was still a need to greet him.
He opened the QQ Message and saw that Hughes's account was really on the list.
"Senior Brother, I received the postcard. I should be the one thanking you. After all, I took such a huge advantage."
Sent!
Two minutes later, the notification sounded again.
"Junior Brother, you are too modest. Half of the company was yours. Thank you for letting me be the boss for a short time!"
"You're exaggerating, Senior Brother. I've seen the personnel arrangement of the company. You've run the company very well."
"No matter how good it is, it can't withstand internal strife." Through the screen, one could see Hughes' helplessness. "You'd better check the company from top to bottom!"
Was this a hint?
He was asked to be careful of the people in the company?
That shouldn't be.
Hughes' alumnus had long quit the Creative Company.
All that was left were people that Hughes trusted, so why did he need to go and do the cleaning himself?
"Is there a problem with the company?" Simon asked straightforwardly.
"I'm not sure either. I was muddle-headed about the whole thing this time, so I can't give you too much advice. I'm sorry."
It seemed that Hughes had not recovered from the shock, and his words were vague and incoherent.
He felt as if he had been hit by a hammer and a stick. He just kept repeating what he had said.
Simon could understand his feelings very well.
Selling Creative to him this time was equivalent to cutting off a piece of meat at his heart.
"I understand. Thank you for your reminder."
Simon replied simply and ended the conversation.
He sat down and thought for a moment. He still felt a little concerned.
Then, he took out Mona's contact information and sent her a text message.
"Check the personnel, especially the people that Mr. Hughes mentioned before!"
It was unknown what Mona was busy with. Simon sat in front of the computer for ten minutes before he received a simple word.
"Understood."
It was still inconvenient to communicate by email.
Simon held his chin, planning to go to the company headquarters to take a look.
It was a little boring to be the boss behind the scenes all the time.
He raised his head and looked out the window. He found that he had been here for two days.
He had not left the house for two whole days...
No!
If he stayed any longer, it would really be no good!
Simon suddenly had an idea. He wanted to go out for a walk.
"Lydia, I'm going out. Do you want to go with me?" Simon asked.
Lydia lay on the bed, her restless legs shaking non-stop.
Then she answered lazily, "No, it's so hot outside, I'll turn dark."
"But where do you want to go? If It's a good place, I can accompany you!"
Seeing her mischievous look, Simon thought it was fine.
He was going to the company to deal with matters, so Lydia would definitely feel bored.
After thinking for a while, he decided not to bring trouble on himself.
Simon waved at her and said, "Forget it, I'll go by myself."
"Bye bye." Lydia waved her hand readily. "If it's too far, get the driver to send you off!"
"Got it."
After saying that, Simon closed the door and left.
...
"I don't even know where the address is, yet I ran out alone. As expected, I should just stay at home."
"But it's a little big around here."
Simon walked slowly on the road. The scorching sun still hurt his skin a little.
Standing on an unfamiliar street, he suddenly felt a little lost.
"If I knew this would happen, I would have gotten the driver to send me off."
Simon stood at the intersection and sighed.
"Buzz buzz!"
At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.
Simon took it out and saw that it was Mona.
Whatever he thought about would come to pass!
He picked up the phone, and Mona's hesitant voice came from the other end. "Mr. Simon, this is Mona."
"What's the matter?"
"You asked me to check the staff just now, but I didn't get anything. As for Mr. Hughes, he was busy with other businesses when I came, so he didn't specifically mention anyone."
It seemed that Mona hadn't been working for long and hadn't had a deep understanding of the company.
"It's okay, I'm coming over now," Simon answered.
Mona sounded very happy and smiled. "That's great. Where are you now? I'll pick you up!"
"No need," Simon interrupted her. "Just send me the company address."
"No problem! I'm really confused. A successful person like you must have a full-time driver."
The flattery was loud and clear as if he had suddenly stepped into middle age.
Mona seemed to have some misunderstanding about his age.
Simon didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After receiving the message, he hailed a taxi at the roadside.
The headquarters of Creative Company was an hour away from the Bennet Mansion.
If it was in the past, Simon would definitely be reluctant to hail a taxi for such a long distance but now it was different.
Even if he was lying at home, the money would continue to flow into his pocket.
The journey was long. When the taxi stopped downstairs, Simon had already taken a nap.
"Young Man, we're here," the driver shouted. "You're here for the interview too, right? You're so ambitious, how can you sleep!"
Simon rubbed his stiff neck and said casually, "Uncle, do people often come here for interviews?"
"Hehe, including you, it's already the fourth one today."
"This company is so popular."
Just by looking at Simon's face, one could tell that he had not completely gotten rid of the childish nature of the school. One could tell that he was a graduate.
Simon paid the money and got off the car.
He looked at the towering skyscraper in front of him.
The bright glass walls were so dazzling under the sun that people could not open their eyes.
From now on, this place was completely his.
Simon put his hands in his pockets and walked into the building.
The lobby on the first floor was very spacious, and the floor was very bright. The windows were circular, and the lighting was very good.
Simon had a good impression of this place from the moment he entered.
However, the air conditioner was turned on at a very low temperature, and it was a little cold at first.
He was wearing a short jacket and shorts, and could not help but shiver.
Near the wall, there was a row of metal seats. A few boys in black suits were sitting upright as if they were waiting for something.
They looked about the same age as him.
They were probably the graduates that the driver had mentioned.
It was not surprising that it was graduation season.
Looking at their nervous looks, Simon could not help but sigh.
If Bennet had not brought him to his house, he would definitely be running around in formal clothes now.
"Hey! Hey! What are you looking at here? You are not allowed to visit this office!"
At this moment, a security guard came over with a baton.
He looked Simon up and down and revealed a look of understanding as he pointed at the group of men in suits.
"Go and wait for the interview over there. Wear more serious clothes next time."
Huh?
Who was interviewing?