[New task released.]
[Please help Shen Hongi treat her sprained ankle.]
"Task reward: Attribute [Empty-handed Blade Seizing]."
[Empty-handed Blade Seizing allows you to disarm any ard opponent with your bare hands at a 100% success rate.]
This task got Li Zhiyan completely fired up!
This is what real martial arts is all about!
The next day, when Li Zhiyan arrived at the office, he saw Liu Jinxin as usual.
Back when he first entered university, Liu Jinxin was a rather simple young man.
The traditional upbringing by his parents taught him to always endure and be patient.
However, after these few years of experience, he was long done tolerating Liu Jinxin.
At the sa ti, he also encountered soone who surprised him.
It was his university’s student council president, Liu Yichen, and Liu Jinxin was fawning over him with a big smile.
Li Zhiyan clearly rembered that back in school, Liu Jinxin had sucked up to the student council president relentlessly just to join the council.
"Xiao Yan."
Wang Ya walked over.
Wang Ya, in her early thirties, was a married woman with decent looks.
But compared to soone of Aunt Shen’s caliber, she was on a completely different level.
Wang Ya, from the beginning, took a liking to Li Zhiyan, treating him like a little brother, showing him considerable affection.
"Sister Wang."
"That damn Liu Jinxin, ever since he joined our sales departnt, has been badmouthing you everywhere. Claims you’re a simp for his girlfriend. I’m so fed up with hearing it. He’s even ingratiated himself with those younger girls; they’re practically his little clique now."
Li Zhiyan sat down.
"I’m used to it. That’s just how he is—trash-talking, confusing rudeness with wit."
"Still, Xiao Yan, don’t mind him, but you need to be cautious not to offend Liu Yichen."
"People are saying his mom is our branch’s CEO."
"He failed at starting his own business and ca here to work. He’s going to be our boss soon."
Li Zhiyan asked doubtfully, "Isn’t the branch CEO so white lady?"
Wang Ya was startled.
"You silly kid, don’t go saying things like that. If soone rats you out, you’re done for. Catherine is notorious for being ruthless."
After checking to make sure no one was paying attention,
Wang Ya pulled Li Zhiyan aside.
"Catherine’s from the United States, but her husband is a wealthy local businessman, so she’s joined our nationality."
"Isn’t it really hard to get citizenship here?"
"Hard doesn’t an impossible. Didn’t you notice that Liu Yichen looks a bit mixed-race?"
"Of course, it’s just a rumor—no one’s confird it. But still, you shouldn’t cross Liu Yichen."
Reminded by Wang Ya, Li Zhiyan realized it really might be the case.
Back in university, this student council president who drove a BMW 3 Series was undeniably admired by many girls.
For instance, Xu Qianqian had once pursued Liu Yichen.
But Liu Yichen was always surrounded by won and had no ti for Xu Qianqian.
Before the conversation could continue, the sound of high heels echoed, and soon, Li Zhiyan saw a tall blonde walk in.
The combination of a slim black skirt, stockings, high heels, and a belly-baring T-shirt imdiately drew his attention.
Standing at a striking 178 cm, Catherine in high heels towered over 185 cm in height.
In terms of height,
only Aunt Shen could compete with her.
Her figure alone, boasting an E-cup bust, lived up to everything the term "blonde bombshell" implied!
Her facial features were also completely different from Eastern won.
But when a woman is beautiful enough,
beauty is universal, and Catherine’s face showcased western elegance in the most alluring way possible.
That captivating face of a mature Western woman left Li Zhiyan thoroughly flustered.
Compared to Mia, Catherine, this pure Arican beauty, far exceeded her.
He had no interest in just any foreign woman.
But as for this one...
"Stand up quickly."
"You must show absolute respect to the executives in this company. If they rember you as disrespectful, your career is over!"
Li Zhiyan stood up, bowing slightly, inconspicuously adjusting his posture.
Standing beside Wang Ya and facing Catherine, he realized how much easier it was to navigate the office with a more experienced colleague helping you out.
"Hello, everyone."
Catherine’s Mandarin carried a strong Arican accent, but after living here for many years, her command of the language was excellent.
After giving the sales departnt a detailed briefing for half an hour, she finally let everyone get back to work.
For Li Zhiyan, it was another day of slacking off. While pretending to work, he also squeezed in so deal-closing attempts.
Of course, he didn’t forget the intel he had gathered.
At 9:30 PM, Shen Hongi would unexpectedly sprain her ankle.
...
Century Palace.
He Yanrong was chatting casually with her work partner, Sister Liu.
Sister Liu, anwhile, held a managerial position at Century Palace, though at a slightly lower rank than He Yanrong.
"That guy, Li Zhiyan, is exceptionally talented. Mia tested his German—he’s incredibly fluent."
Worried, Sister Liu said, "Yanrong, you aren’t falling for that kid, are you?"
"He’s only 20, and you... Sure, you’re..."
"Looking quite seductive, but don’t do anything stupid in our line of work."
"So many of our colleagues have fallen for clients, only to see years of hard-earned savings swindled away."
"Take Xiao Sun, for example. She ran off with a client for six months but ca back to the sa business after getting burned."
"You better keep a clear head."
"Besides, with a possessive streak like yours, I doubt any man could tolerate you."
He Yanrong’s face flushed slightly.
"What nonsense are you spinning?!"
"All that talk, as if I’d let a client rob blind."
"Using the younger generation’s slang, you’re the real ’relationship fool.’"
"Li Zhiyan is just a kid—he’s younger than my own son. What are you insinuating?"
"And, mind you, I’m not in the sa business as you. I’ve never worked as a masseuse..."
Sister Liu felt a bit relieved. Having been burned herself, she was worried He Yanrong might follow her down the sa path.
Now that she was older, the best she could hope for was catching the eye of so retiree to stay afloat.
"Anyway, just stay alert and don’t overthink things."
"Calling the love fool—you’re the one who gives off major possessive vibes!"
"Still, seriously, Yanrong, have you thought about becoming a masseuse?"
"With your looks, I bet you’d charge three grand per session easily."
"Your son could end up buying a house downtown."
"Go to hell..."
Reviews
All reviews (0)