We didn't exchange a word the whole way; I simply picked them up and took them to the hotel. But seeing how affectionate they were, I carefully called home and quietly asked the hotel to change the reserved room into a deluxe suite with a double bed for two.
The CEO's surname is Fu, which must be quite frustrating for him. Because no matter what happens in the future, even if he eventually becomes the official CEO, he's destined to be called "Vice President" for the rest of his life.
Frankly, having grown up in nightclubs and similar entertainment venues, I've seen this kind of scene many times before.
If you go to entertainment venues every night, you'll mostly see these men in their forties, holding their children, drinking "Blue Ribbon" liquor, and singing "Late Love".
I thought I was strong enough, but when the car was driving on the airport expressway, I almost threw up.
Because that female secretary actually used an cloyingly sweet and coquettish tone to address Mr. Fu as "brother" repeatedly.
"Brother...it's so cold in Nanjing..."
"Brother...I'm so hungry..."
"elder brother……"
Damn it, I couldn't help but think maliciously... If I took this woman to Golden Splendor, she'd probably be a top-tier courtesan! Not for any other reason than how sweetly and passionately she called him "brother," making that CEO Fu completely infatuated. This "ear-filled lewdness" technique definitely isn't something you can master in a day or two!
These days, it's not easy to make a living selling yourself! You need some skills to survive!
Part 1: A Man in the Martial World, Forced to His Own Destiny, Chapter 78: She's Just a Dish!
I led my secretary and her "brother" back to the hotel, checked in, put down their luggage, and then took them back to the company. I gathered the design department, creative department, and several other designers for a meeting.
"Brother" looked at the several proposals we had prepared and expressed his satisfaction...
Now I finally understand why Deep Blue Entertainment is so successful in the business world!
Head of the design department, female, 30 years old, of average beauty.
The head of the creative department is a woman in her twenties, and a near-beautiful woman.
Designer A, female, in her twenties, a near-top-tier beauty.
Designer B, female, in her twenties, a near-top beauty. (Illustration/Illustration)
I can say that the "brother" was probably completely overwhelmed the moment he entered the meeting room. Any man facing so many beautiful women and potential beauties, surrounded by stacks of business planning documents, would you really have the nerve to nitpick in front of so many women? Not to mention that the proposals created by our company's women were already quite impressive, and even the minor flaws were largely ignored at that moment.
The secretary next to me seemed rather displeased; ever since she joined our company, her rosy cheeks hadn't adorned a smile. Fortunately, she was just a secretary and didn't have the authority to participate in negotiations; she could only sit to the side and take simple notes…
This level of business negotiation is not something a mere decorative secretary should interfere with. In this respect, that "brother" isn't completely muddle-headed; as a manager in a large company, being a womanizer is understandable, but to be able to indulge in it without neglecting work... at least not letting his decorative subordinates interfere in politics is already quite an achievement.
"There are basically no problems." Mr. Fu closed the project proposal, a smile on his face. "I'll take this back. The company's designers will check it first, but it should be mostly fine. Tomorrow we can go see the venue and see your exhibition setup plan, as well as the preview images..."
From beginning to end, I barely said anything; I just sat and waited. I had to attend these meetings, but since I wasn't very familiar with the business, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. However, it was quite amusing to sit there and watch the secretary pout and get angry.
My malicious suspicion is that when I get back to my hotel room tonight, "Brother" is probably in for a rough time.
After the afternoon meeting ended, what happened next was slightly different from what I had expected.
Then comes a "working dinner." Chinese people are used to discussing business over meals; the dinner table has become an extension of business negotiations. It's unheard of for a business deal to be closed without the "dinner" element.
Although Deep Blue Entertainment is full of women, they are all incredibly experienced! While women are naturally at a disadvantage in business dealings, I've certainly seen something new tonight!
Why?
They can drink so much!!
To be honest, I've met plenty of women who can drink!
It turns out that the girls in the nightclubs have to drink and sing with the customers every night; it's become their profession! The girl I've ever seen who can drink the most can down seven or eight bottles of beer in one go... without even going to the bathroom!
Tonight I finally met someone who can really drink! The deputy manager of the design department, a nearly 30-year-old beauty, calmly picked up a glass at the start of the dinner and poured out a full half-glass of 52-proof Wuliangye liquor! I'd estimate it was more than three ounces, then tilted her head back and downed it! Then, with a squinting smile, she said, "Mr. Fu, you're a guest from afar, I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"
I saw a hint of shock in the smile on Mr. Fu's face.
Then the other two sisters who were accompanying them also raised their glasses. They each downed a large glass!
I sighed and drank one with him.
The first bottle of Wuliangye, a pound-sized bottle, was completely empty. We downed the whole bottle without wasting a drop.
Then they opened the second bottle, and everyone moved their glasses to the middle and shared it. Several of the company's female leaders took turns toasting. The CEO, who should have a decent alcohol tolerance, couldn't keep up with so many beautiful women coming up to him. His female secretary, who must have seen a lot, was stopped by one of the women at the beginning and, after drinking two large glasses, was already a little dizzy.
I didn't taste most of the dishes served... In the end, I drank four bottles of 52-proof Wuliangye liquor and a bowl of shark fin porridge, and only then did I realize that my stomach no longer felt hungry.
Most of the women in the company remained calm, with only slight flushes on their faces, but their eyes were clear. Mr. Fu seemed a little dizzy, sitting in a chair with a strained smile. I had already helped him to the restroom once; the old man locked himself in and vomited for a full five minutes.
As we came out, he grabbed my hand and said, "Brother, the beauties in your company are amazing!"
I pulled aside that girl from the creative department and said, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to keep getting him so drunk?"
"Hmph!" the female warrior said in a low voice, "Today we've gotten our revenge! Manager Chen, you have no idea, last month when a few of us went to Shenzhen to discuss business with them, we were plied with alcohol and gambled on!"
This is perhaps a unique characteristic of Chinese business practices: relationships built through business dealings are often developed over drinks.
Old Fu seemed to be in high spirits. After finishing his meal, he bid farewell to the ladies, but pulled me aside and calmly handed the hotel room key to the female secretary: "You go back first. Manager Chen and I will find a place to have some tea and discuss some business matters."
The female secretary was probably seething with anger, but she could only force a smile and accept the money before taking a taxi back to the hotel.
After seeing his sister off, the "brother" turned to me with a lewd smile: "Manager Chen, what activities are you planning for tonight?"
Holy shit! You old pervert!
I'm the only man in the company, so it seems like I'm the only one who can handle this kind of situation.
After a few seconds of consideration, I took Old Fu into the car and drove to a very famous bathhouse in the south of the city.
This place is quite famous, and the attractions there are rather unique... to be honest. Without a powerful backer, it's absolutely impossible to survive in this kind of place.
Everyone knows what services are available at bathhouses, so I, Xiao Wu, don't need to elaborate. But this place is different... The owner here is incredibly resourceful; he somehow managed to bring in a few "outsiders."
"Foreign women" is the industry term; simply put, it refers to foreign prostitutes. Legend has it that there are several Russian girls here seeking their fortune, two from ethnic minorities, two from Malaysia… and I've even heard there are Black women.
In some parts of Northeast China, Russian girls are no longer a novelty, and in coastal cities in the south, where the sex industry is thriving, it's not uncommon. However, here, they are relatively rare.
The prices aren't cheap either; it's basically 1,500 yuan per trip, and 3,000 yuan for a round trip. But there are still quite a few customers.
Old Fu was already quite drunk, so I pulled him inside. I helped him take a shower, then found one of my underlings to help him change. After giving him a few instructions, I had someone take him upstairs. I specifically whispered, "Find him two Russian girls! Pretty hot ones!"
My motives were actually quite despicable...
Sure enough, after seeing Lao Fu off, I had just put on my clothes and sat down to rest in the tea room outside. I had just finished smoking a cigarette when Lao Fu staggered out, his legs seemed a little weak, but he had a lewd smile on his face.
"Damn, they're too strong! Those two foreign girls are too amazing! I can't handle them..." Old Fu sat down. I handed him a cigarette, and he shook his head and sighed as he smoked, as if he was still savoring the memory.
I checked the time; less than ten minutes had passed, and three thousand yuan had just been thrown away...
These foreign women are generally very "skilled," and their professional methods are even more insane than those of domestic prostitutes! Simply put... they can finish you in one minute, and they will never let you drag it out to two minutes!
Ordinary men are no match for these professional fighters; they usually surrender in no time.
Old Fu seemed a little embarrassed, his smile awkward. I pretended not to see his embarrassment and didn't show a hint of mockery. Old Fu changed the subject: "Brother, you're new to Deep Blue Entertainment, right? I haven't seen you before."
"Yes, I've only been in this position for less than a week. Before that, I was Mr. Fang's assistant," I replied simply.
"Oh?" Old Fu's eyes lit up: "Being Fang Nan's assistant? You're amazing! Your boss Fang is no ordinary person, hey! You have a bright future! You have a bright future!"
I frowned slightly, unsure of what he meant. Seeing my silence, Old Fu quickly chuckled, "Don't misunderstand, what I mean is, your CEO Fang's background is quite impressive! This business collaboration… hehe, to be honest, there are several companies of Deep Blue Entertainment's size in the south, but we ultimately chose to partner with Deep Blue Entertainment. Why? Because CEO Fang is amazing! She managed to smooth out all the relationships with just one person! She's truly remarkable!"
I smiled and gestured for the waiter to bring Lao Fu a cup of tea. I said slowly, "Please excuse my ignorance. I'm new to the company and not very familiar with the business yet."
"You're young, take your time. Your company has a bright future," Old Fu said politely.
I glanced at the time and tentatively suggested, "Should we go back? It's getting late, and I'm worried... people might get impatient waiting..." I said the last part with a slightly teasing tone. Sometimes, discussing these kinds of topics can actually bring men closer together.
"Who cares what she does?" Old Fu waved his hand dismissively. "Women like that are petty and narrow-minded. You can just appease them normally; you can't really let them ride roughshod over men, can you? Pshaw!"
Old Fu, probably drunk from the night before, was a bit out of it. He actually pulled me aside and started confiding in me: "Women, they're just women! Some women are like food! You eat them every day, they can be your wives! Some women are like vegetables! Vegetables, you eat this one today, then change it up in a couple of days, try something different... If you get tired of it, just try something new, don't take it too seriously! Damn it, if I didn't have some money and power, would she be staring at me like that? I'm not stupid! I know exactly what's going on! This woman is just food, I just flirt with her, if she's happy, I'm happy. To really take her seriously? Only an idiot would!"
I'm completely convinced!
Honestly, these words should really be heard by all the mistresses, lovers, and concubines in the world!
After that, Lao Fu chuckled and said, "Men, being lustful isn't a big deal! I'm lustful too! It's nothing! But don't let lust cloud your judgment, that's all!" After saying that, the old guy tilted his head and fell asleep drunk.
I sighed, and with great effort, I summoned two of the bathhouse staff to help him change his clothes. Then I carried him out to the parking lot, put him in my car, and drove him back to the hotel, carrying him all the way to his room.
The secretary opened the door and saw Lao Fu being supported by me, drunk and passed out. She looked unhappy and said somewhat displeasedly, "Why did you let him drink so much?"
I glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, carried him into the room, and turned to the secretary: "He didn't drink alcohol; he was just feeling the effects of the alcohol from the evening's drinking."
The secretary's expression was clearly not good, and she mumbled something again, which made me a little impatient.
Damn it, she's just a mistress, and she's acting all high and mighty with me! Does she really think she's his wife?!
Just as I was about to leave, Lao Fu suddenly woke up from his drunken stupor, grabbed my hand, and slurred, "Brother Chen, don't...don't go! Don't go! Let's keep talking, keep drinking..." He vaguely raised his eyelids to look at the secretary, and suddenly shouted, "You! You go! You go! What the hell are you doing, interrupting a man's conversation?! Get out!"
Then he turned over and went back to sleeping soundly.
The secretary was so angry that her face turned pale. She couldn't scold or cry, and she looked like she was constipated. I suppressed a laugh and said goodbye.
Suddenly I realized that this kind of woman is no different from the prostitutes who work in brothels.
The only difference is that the girls who work in these establishments are generally very self-aware. Since they're selling themselves, they don't put on airs.
These women, however, still think they have dignity. In reality, in the eyes of the men who buy them, they are nothing.
As I walked down the elevator and through the lobby, I suddenly heard a familiar voice from the side: "Okay, thank you then."
Then I saw a tall, slender figure emerge from a nearby coffee shop, saying goodbye to a few people, and walk towards where I was standing.
This man had a handsome face, a warm smile, and a calm demeanor. He possessed an indescribable air of composure, and he was none other than Li Wenjing, whom I had met at the airport earlier today!
And among the people who were saying goodbye to him behind him, I felt like I had seen one of them before!
It seems to be one of the casino owner Zhou Jing's henchmen! The person who stayed behind after the charity auction that day, specifically to deliver something to Fang Nan!
Part One: In the Jianghu, Not in Control of One's Own Fate, Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Acting Got Failed
The two seemed to say goodbye in a very friendly manner. Li Wenjing walked towards the hotel and saw me in the direction I was facing. He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, hello! I didn't expect to meet you here."
I immediately snapped out of my daze: "Mr. Li, you live here?"
Li Wenjing shrugged elegantly, displaying a very refined demeanor: "There's nothing I can do. Miss Qiao seems to have some prejudice against me. Uncle Qiao offered me a place to stay at his house, but I felt it wasn't very convenient, so I decided to stay at a hotel instead..."
I immediately understood; Qiao Qiao had probably given him a cold shoulder, and he was quite tactful. However, looking at his composed expression, seemingly without a hint of embarrassment, he instead smiled faintly and said, "This place is nice; at least it's quite close to the city center, I think it's very convenient..."
I nodded, exchanged a few polite words, and was about to take my leave when Li Wenjing suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, do you have time? How about we have a cup of tea together?"