My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: What a Clever Girl

"Mr. Jordan," Cecelia Archer waved the bottled water in her hand at him, greeting him first.

"Hello, do you remember me? I’m a salesperson from Triton Electrics. You personally signed a contract with me a while back."

’Triton Electrics?’

Mr. Jordan looked down at the beautiful young woman and quickly remembered her.

If it weren’t for President Vaughn, he probably would have never spoken to a mere salesperson in his entire life.

"What are you doing here? Is this your company’s project? Why are you building a warehouse instead of working in sales?"

Cecelia Archer didn’t know how to answer him, so she just smiled.

"Just a happy coincidence. It’s so hot, I see you’re sweating. Are you thirsty? I happen to have an extra bottle of water."

It really was hot, and between that and his frustrations, his clothes were sticking to his body.

Mr. Jordan glanced at her. Though her face was flushed from the scorching sun, she looked completely at ease. He sighed and plopped down beside her.

"It must be nice to be young. You kids are so carefree, no matter the situation."

Cecelia Archer twisted the cap off the water bottle and handed it to him.

"Is that so? My dream is to one day become someone like you. But do people like you have worries too?"

Her words made Mr. Jordan laugh.

"Of course, little lady. As long as you’re alive, you’ll have countless worries every day. The higher your status and power, the more worries you have."

Cecelia Archer couldn’t imagine it. "Well, can you tell me what you’re worried about right now?"

Cecelia Archer wasn’t usually a chatterbox, but Mr. Jordan had no airs about him and was very easy to get along with, which inexplicably made her want to talk to him.

Not many subordinates were like her—instead of avoiding a superior, she’d eagerly strike up a conversation, completely unreserved.

Seeing her clear eyes and sincere expression, Mr. Jordan also felt an inexplicable urge to talk with her.

"If I tell you, are you going to give me some advice?"

"You never know." Cecelia Archer winked playfully. "Besides, you don’t have a better solution right now, so there’s no harm in telling me."

So Mr. Jordan actually told her.

His company had been losing money year after year due to poor management, so he had taken the initiative to sell his shares to the Vaughn Group. Now, he was just an employee of the Vaughn Group.

The president of the Vaughn Group was young but highly ambitious. He wanted to turn the company into a top-tier enterprise and had issued many corrective measures.

Overhauling the warehousing and logistics was one, and revitalizing the technology department was another.

To revitalize the technology department, they needed a veteran tech expert to lead the team. There was a well-known senior engineer in the industry who was two years away from retirement. His current company was performing very poorly, and President Vaughn didn’t want to wait two years, ordering him to poach the man as soon as possible. But the old engineer was stubborn, vowing to live or die with his company, and wouldn’t even give Mr. Jordan a chance to meet and catch up.

’So that’s what this is about.’ Cecelia Archer had already overheard most of it on the phone earlier. She thought for a moment.

"If he won’t give you an opportunity, then you just have to create one. No other company has managed to recruit him yet, right? Don’t be so anxious."

"How can I not be anxious?" Mr. Jordan was pessimistic. "President Vaughn only gave me two days. I don’t even know where the man is right now. It’s a lost cause!"

’Not necessarily.’

Cecelia Archer was suddenly reminded of a few famous plots from *Story of Battles*.

"Mr. Jordan, have you ever read *Story of Battles*?"

"*Story of Battles*? What does that have to do with this?"

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