873: Chapter 873: Unconcealable Aura 873: Chapter 873: Unconcealable Aura Since Xiang Yu seems to have so connection with Fang Rong, there’s also a possibility that he’s connected to Sun Bo in so way.
Therefore, Cheng Wanli must find out exactly who Xiang Yu is.
Xiang Yu thought for a mont and said, “If you’re asking how we know each other, well, we have to trace it back to two years ago.
I rember it was a snowy day…”
Seeing that Xiang Yu was about to start rambling nonsense again, Fang Rong quickly interrupted him and said, “Xiang Yu, didn’t you say you were hungry?
Let take you out to grab a bite to eat first.”
As she spoke, Fang Rong stood up to try to pull Xiang Yu outside.
But Xiang Yu quickly waved his hand and said, “I already ate an apple, so I’m not that hungry.
Let’s just wait here for a while.”
Seeing that Xiang Yu didn’t want to leave, Fang Rong had no choice but to sit back down.
Cheng Wanli wasn’t a fool.
He could also see Fang Rong’s embarrassnt, but since he hadn’t figured out Xiang Yu’s identity yet, it wasn’t the right ti to reveal his thoughts.
Cheng Wanli hadn’t achieved his success by chance—he knew better than to show contempt just because Xiang Yu was dressed plainly.
“Boss Cheng, actually, there’s sothing I’ve been aning to tell you.” Fang Rong felt that Xiang Yu was already making a complete fool of himself.
If she didn’t explain the truth now, things would only get worse later.
If she revealed everything now, at worst, they wouldn’t finish this al, and she might even have to quit this company.
Although it would be a pity, there wasn’t really any other way.
“Whatever it is, let’s talk about it later.” Cheng Wanli chuckled lightly.
He was more interested in Xiang Yu.
Even though Xiang Yu looked young, he carried himself with an air that suggested he had everything under control.
“Young man, what’s your relationship with President Sun?” Cheng Wanli asked with a polite smile.
“Which President Sun?” Xiang Yu took a bite of his apple, then looked up at Cheng Wanli.
“Sun Bo, the general manager of Yuran Group,” Cheng Wanli introduced seriously, his eyes carefully observing Xiang Yu’s expression for any hint of a reaction.
But there wasn’t a flicker of emotion on Xiang Yu’s face as he continued eating his apple.
“Oh, you an that guy Sun Bo?
What’s the matter?
Did he offend you?” Xiang Yu asked nonchalantly, looking at Cheng Wanli.
“Pfft…” Fang Rong choked on her drink, almost spitting it out.
Sun Bo was a wildly famous figure in the business world, yet Xiang Yu casually referred to him as “that guy.”
Even Cheng Wanli was taken aback.
Just as he was about to dig deeper, the room door suddenly opened, and soone walked in with great composure.
The man was of average height, slightly overweight like Cheng Wanli, with sparse hair—his head almost entirely bald.
This was the man Sun Bo had referred to as Mr.
Wan.
When Cheng Wanli saw soone coming in, he quickly stood up, shook hands with the man, and introduced himself.
Fang Rong also hurriedly stood up and politely shook hands with the newcor.
When Mr.
Wan’s eyes landed on Fang Rong, they lit up instantly as he quickly scanned her from head to toe.
“Miss Fang, you are truly stunning and elegant,” Mr.
Wan said, rubbing his protruding belly and laughing.
Fang Rong found his gaze unpleasant, so she rely responded with a perfunctory smile and sat back down.
Cheng Wanli wasn’t very familiar with this Mr.
Wan.
He had only heard about him a few tis from Sun Bo and knew that he was new to the city, intending to invest here.
Sun Bo, being one of the city’s major power players, had naturally gone to pay his respects first.
“I’ve heard that Mr.
Wan was planning to visit for so ti now.
I originally planned to host a banquet in your honor, but when I heard you were attending Sun Bo’s invitation today, I decided to shalessly tag along.” Cheng Wanli chuckled.
A seasoned veteran in the business world, Cheng Wanli wouldn’t miss any potential partnership opportunities.
He knew that Mr.
Wan was on the sa level as Sun Bo.
Under normal circumstances, soone of Cheng Wanli’s rank wouldn’t qualify to sit at the sa table.
He was lucky to seize this chance to forge a connection, laying the groundwork for future endeavors.
After exchanging pleasantries with Cheng Wanli, Mr.
Wan turned his attention to Xiang Yu, who was lounging there, eating an apple.
When Mr.
Wan saw Xiang Yu’s casual outfit and laid-back deanor, his expression turned slightly sour.
Fang Rong, being sharp in such matters, quickly noticed Mr.
Wan’s displeasure.
She tugged at Xiang Yu, signaling him to sit properly.
But Xiang Yu simply tossed the leftover apple core into a distant trash can.
“And who is this?” Mr.
Wan asked, clearly dissatisfied, as he glanced at Xiang Yu.
Cheng Wanli, also unsure of Xiang Yu’s background, gave an awkward smile and stayed silent.
Earlier, when Xiang Yu referred to Sun Bo as “that guy,” Cheng Wanli speculated that despite Xiang Yu’s humble attire, he might share so sort of connection with Sun Bo—perhaps they were from the sa hotown, and Xiang Yu had co seeking his help.
“He’s my friend,” Fang Rong said hastily, her embarrassnt obvious.
She regretted bringing Xiang Yu here more than ever.
She had thought Xiang Yu might feel awkward or out of place, but she was wrong.
Xiang Yu sat there at ease, and after finishing his apple, he started peeling an orange.
“Ah, so he’s a friend of Miss Fang’s.
No wonder he carries such a…
‘unique presence,'” Mr.
Wan remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Fang Rong blushed even harder.
Normally, she was quite articulate, but now she couldn’t manage a single word.
She ranked the lowest among everyone at the table.
Previously, she had thought Cheng Wanli was impressive, a prominent entrepreneur in the city.
But now it was clear this Mr.
Wan was likely more influential than her boss.
Sitting at the sa table, she felt an invisible pressure.
With Xiang Yu sitting beside her causing embarrassnt, she had an overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole and disappear.
“Of course I look refined!
My thick, luscious hair obviously radiates charm,” Xiang Yu shot back without hesitation.
Mr.
Wan slamd the table with a loud “bang.” Xiang Yu’s words were clearly a jab at him.
After all, his hair was nearly gone, though what little remained had a polished shine to it.
Cheng Wanli, sitting quietly on the side, almost burst out laughing but managed to hold it in.
He quickly poured a glass of water for Mr.
Wan, saying, “Don’t be upset.
He’s still young and doesn’t think before he speaks.”
Xiang Yu appeared to be fresh out of university, but his unsophisticated deanor made him seem worlds apart from a typical graduate.
At best, he seed like the spoiled son of a nouveau riche family.
Mr.
Wan didn’t bother responding to Xiang Yu and instead snorted coldly.
Turning to Fang Rong, he asked, “Miss Fang, where are you currently working?”
Cheng Wanli noticed that Mr.
Wan ignored him completely to engage Fang Rong in conversation, which left him feeling a little annoyed.
“She’s our company’s sales departnt general manager,” Cheng Wanli quickly chid in.
By referring to her as the general manager, Cheng Wanli was deliberately elevating Fang Rong’s status so she wouldn’t feel awkward sitting at the table.
Fang Rong understood his intention.
She smiled slightly and cast a grateful glance at Cheng Wanli.
“Oh?
So young and already a sales general manager?
Such a promising future,” Mr.
Wan said, his eyes narrowing as he smiled at Fang Rong.
His gaze was perverse and skeptical.
Fang Rong was indeed too young to have achieved such a role purely on her abilities.
If it wasn’t due to rit, then it was likely her striking looks and flawless figure that had paved her way.
“Are you guys eating fruit or not?
If you’re not, I’ll just help myself,” Xiang Yu interjected at the worst possible mont…
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