"My husband was fired and wants to work on Jiang Ye Star. Although the logistics city can arrange a position for him, I'm afraid it would hurt his pride, making it seem like his wife is supporting him. So, can you arrange a job for him elsewhere?"
Isabelle's message arrived at one in the morning.
Jiang Ye, just feeling sleepy, lost all drowsiness upon seeing the message.
Cen Yemeng had just put Jiang Senlin to sleep and crawled into bed. She poked her head over to look at his phone screen.
"Oh," she said.
"What's with the 'oh'?" Jiang Ye reached out and stroked her hair.
"Nothing," Cen Yemeng replied. "I chatted with Old Yi. Her husband used to be a minor leader in a courier company and could look after her. Over the years, the income gap between the couple has widened significantly. Oh, by the way, do you know how much Old Yi earns a month?"
"About ten something last month," Jiang Ye said.
"Ten something? What does the 'something' mean?"
"Billions."
Cen Yemeng's eyes widened like a goldfish.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Ye chuckled and rubbed her head. "The logistics city is on such a large scale, isn't it normal for her to earn that much? Honestly, I even told her to keep earning. If she takes a cut from the hotels, transportation, and energy within the logistics city, she could earn seven or eight hundred million."
"Old Yi is so rich," Cen Yemeng exclaimed. "I thought she was just comfortably well-off. She's amazing!"
Jiang Ye smiled without speaking and typed on his phone.
"What kind of job do you want to arrange for your husband?"
Isabelle: "Anything is fine. Just arrange whatever position is convenient for you. He's been running around all these years, it's been tough. It would be best to arrange an office job for him, something leisurely. As for salary, it doesn't matter, as long as I have money, it's enough."
Cen Yemeng retreated into the covers, yawned, and stopped looking.
Jiang Ye sent a message to Su Yueming.
"I have an acquaintance who is coming over. He has military experience and was also a space courier. See if there are any leisurely positions in the military that don't involve wind or sun for him."
Su Yueming: "Firefighting equipment inspector? Warehouse hygiene inspector? Paper document sorter? Military base living area smoking and drinking ban inspector? Military base appearance and grooming inspector?"
Jiang Ye was surprised. "So many idle positions? Are there vacancies now?"
Su Yueming: "There are a few. Several military bases have recently opened on new continents, and the personnel haven't been fully assigned yet."
"Military bases on new continents? Are they far from here?" Jiang Ye asked.
"Yes, it takes several hours even by flapwing aircraft."
Jiang Ye took a screenshot and sent it to Isabelle.
"Is it okay to arrange a job that's far away? You might only see each other every now and then," Jiang Ye said. "It will definitely be leisurely; just the job titles suggest work so idle it grows mushrooms."
"That's fine too..." Isabelle replied.
Seeing her ellipsis and the word "too," Jiang Ye knew she wasn't entirely satisfied.
An old friend had finally asked for help, and it was to arrange a job for her husband. He had to handle it properly and couldn't settle for less.
Jiang Ye then contacted Shao Wan.
Shao Wan: "Greetings, Commander. Shao Wan is asleep. I am his secretary. Do you need me to wake him up?"
Jiang Ye was stunned. Shao Wan's secretary was quite capable, on standby 24 hours a day, and could even reply to messages while he slept?
Perhaps he should also get a night-duty secretary to avoid being woken up by phone calls every night.
"No need to wake him. It's a small matter, and you should be able to handle it," Jiang Ye said, explaining the job arrangement.
Shao Wan: "We can arrange for him to handle marriage registration. Every city's police station needs it. On auspicious days, it's busy, but on days not suitable for marriage, there's nothing to do all day. He can sit in the office, stamp documents, and record information. It's very relaxed work. Besides, handling marriages is a happy occasion. The newlyweds registering are always smiling, which is completely different from handling divorces."
Jiang Ye sent a screenshot to Isabelle.
Isabelle: "Oh, that's great! This is very good. I'll send it to my husband and ask for his opinion. Please wait a moment."
Jiang Ye: "If he's not satisfied, we'll change it again. We'll definitely find the best job for him."
After a few minutes.
Isabelle: "My husband agreed. He asked me to thank you properly."
"Oh, it's just a small matter," Jiang Ye said. "When will your husband be arriving?"
"Probably in the next couple of days."
Jiang Ye got Shao Wan's secretary's contact information and forwarded it to Isabelle, instructing her to handle the handover.
...
Two days later.
Naval port.
Jiang Ye, in his military uniform, wearily pushed open the office door and threw himself onto the sofa.
He had just finished a two-hour meeting discussing the next phase of the army's development. The meeting had been unprecedentedly intense. Old and new officers had completely different viewpoints and had started arguing fiercely at the meeting table, spitting everywhere. Jiang Ye felt like his brain was going to explode.
Su Yueming brought over a cup of warm tea and knelt by the sofa, handing it to Jiang Ye.
She was wearing a dark blue pencil skirt and a white shirt today, her beautiful legs quite striking.
"You look very tired."
"Managing a planet, how can I not be tired?" Jiang Ye took the tea. "It's practically shortening my lifespan!"
"Isabelle just sent a message asking when you'll be free. Her husband, Chen Xiongmao, wants to come and thank you," Su Yueming said.
"Oh?"
"Isabelle said they are almost at the naval port."
"I have time now. Let them come," Jiang Ye said.
After a few minutes, Isabelle and her husband Chen Xiongmao entered.
"There was no need to come all this way; it's all minor matters," Jiang Ye said, going over to shake hands.
"Haven't you met a few years ago?" Isabelle smiled.
"It must be several years. The last time I saw you, I was still mining in the wilderness," Jiang Ye chuckled. "You gave me a shaver then, and I used it for over a year."
"It's my honor," Chen Xiongmao said, clearly a bit reserved and embarrassed. "I didn't expect you to be a commander now. You're truly amazing."
"Just good luck. I don't have any special skills," Jiang Ye said. "Please, sit down, sit down. Yueming, pour tea! Brother Chen, what would you like to drink?"
"Anything is fine, anything," Chen Xiongmao said with a smile. "Don't bother, just plain water is fine."
Isabelle, being rather casual, plopped down on the small bed in the office and crossed her legs.
"Hey, why are you sitting on someone's bed!" Chen Xiongmao exclaimed. "That's so impolite!"
Isabelle was taken aback, got up, and sat on a chair by the office desk.
Jiang Ye scratched his head awkwardly. He remembered that Isabelle had slept on this bed before.
Although she had only lain there innocently and nothing had happened, it was not something he could easily explain to her husband, as it would surely cause misunderstandings.
Chen Xiongmao also sat by the desk, his posture stiff and reserved, unable to help but look around. Judging by his expression, he was likely amazed by the grandeur of the office and the beauty of the female secretary. After looking around, his gaze towards Jiang Ye became even more reserved.
Jiang Ye also sat down, trying to put on a friendly smile. "Has the onboarding been completed?"
"It's done! It's done!" Chen Xiongmao nodded repeatedly with a fawning smile, like a subordinate facing his superior. "Thank you so much! I really don't know what to say! In short, I'm very grateful!"