In the special area of the Yulei International restaurant, the company's executives were divided into several groups, quietly discussing meeting matters. Besides Lin Ruoxi, the CEO, there were only two or three female executives sitting relatively close to her, including her assistant and secretary, Wu Yue. Other executives occasionally glanced at their superiors but dared not get too close. This created a strange atmosphere around Lin Ruoxi, making her position appear eerie and peculiar.
Sitting closest to her was Mo Qianni, who seemed preoccupied and paid little attention to the exquisite food on her plate. After contemplating for a while, she finally asked in a low voice, "General Manager Lin, how did you feel about that person we met yesterday?"
Even while eating, Lin Ruoxi maintained her graceful posture, resembling a princess brought up under royal etiquette. She naturally set down her chopsticks and responded with a calm expression, "Which person?"
"Yang Chen. Wasn't his attitude terrible?" Mo Qianni had been wondering why Lin Ruoxi had rejected the suggestion to dismiss Yang Chen.
Lin Ruoxi glanced briefly outside the restaurant, then picked up her chopsticks again and replied, "As long as he doesn't commit major mistakes, harm the company's interests, or damage its reputation, there's no need to pay attention to him. I will handle everything else." With that, she continued to eat in small bites.
This time, Mo Qianni became even more confused. Her beautiful face displayed a myriad of emotions, but in the end, she gave up on questioning Lin Ruoxi's intentions. Years of experience told her that this unbelievably beautiful woman, who evoked envy in others, was not willing to discuss the matter any further.
Well, if the CEO won't dismiss you, I'll make you hand in your resignation yourself... Mo Qianni thought with a resentful expression.
In the special section of the Yulei International restaurant, the company's high-level executives were quietly discussing meeting matters in separate groups. Lin Ruoxi, the CEO, was accompanied only by her assistant and secretary, Wu Yue, along with two or three female executives who sat closer to her. Other executives occasionally glanced at their superiors, but they didn't dare approach too closely. This created a strange and eerie atmosphere around Lin Ruoxi, giving off an unusual vibe.
Among those sitting closest to her was Mo Qianni. At this moment, she had little interest in the exquisite food on her plate. After pondering for a while, she finally asked in a soft voice, "General Manager Lin, how did you feel about that person we met yesterday?"
Even while eating, Lin Ruoxi maintained her graceful and elegant demeanor, resembling a princess groomed under royal teachings. She naturally set down her utensils and responded with a calm expression, "Which person are you referring to?"
"Yang Chen. Isn't his attitude terrible?" Mo Qianni had been wondering why Lin Ruoxi had rejected the suggestion to fire Yang Chen.
Lin Ruoxi glanced briefly outside the restaurant and then resumed eating, saying, "As long as he doesn't make significant mistakes, harm the company's interests, or tarnish its reputation, we don't need to pay attention to him. I will handle everything else." With that, she continued eating in small, measured bites.
This only deepened Mo Qianni's confusion. Her beautiful face displayed rapidly changing expressions, but ultimately, she gave up on further questioning Lin Ruoxi's intentions. Years of experience told her that this incredibly stunning woman, who evoked envy in others, was not inclined to discuss the matter any further.
Well, if the CEO won't fire you, I'll make you resign yourself... Mo Qianni thought resentfully.
In the afternoon, Yang Chen had been playing video games for over an hour. He had originally planned to take a peaceful nap, even bringing the inflatable pillow he borrowed from Zhao Hongyan. But then, Mo Qianni walked over.
Seeing his elegant and graceful female boss, Yang Chen felt somewhat awkward. Why did she have that kind of "big bad wolf looking at little lamb" smile on her intelligent and gentle face?
"Yang Chen, you've been idle for quite a while. Come with me somewhere, I need you to do some work," Mo Qianni said.
Yang Chen glanced around and saw that the other female colleagues were engrossed in their work and unwilling to help him. Helplessly, he said, "I can be your driver, but I need to consider anything else."
"You'll know what I need you to do when the time comes," Mo Qianni said in frustration. This guy still had that half-dead attitude!
Following Mo Qianni to the underground parking garage, Yang Chen saw that Mo Qianni's car was a red Audi A4. As soon as he sat inside, he could smell the captivating fragrance emanating from Mo Qianni's body.
Unable to resist, Yang Chen took a few sniffs and smiled, saying, "Miss Mo, your car smells really nice, just like you."
"You have thick skin," Mo Qianni couldn't help but blush. "Are you always so frivolous in front of women?"
"What's wrong with that? If it smells good, I'll enjoy it. It's said that one can recognize a woman by her fragrance. Only when it's done secretly is it considered creepy. I read a scientific report from abroad. The attraction between men and women is often influenced by scent. When a man desires a woman and wants to be with her, it's often because her body scent matches his taste.
In a survey of hundreds of couples, they could find their partners by their respective body odors," Yang Chen winked at Mo Qianni.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Mo Qianni started the car and didn't look at him. However, after driving for a while, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "So, does that mean you married your wife based on your nose?"
Yang Chen was stunned, and in his mind, he pictured Lin Ruoxi's cold expression. He thought to himself, my wife's scent is unbearable for any man. He grinned and said, "That's not the main factor. I like my wife's scent, and I also like the scent of other women, including yours, Miss Mo." As he spoke, he took another deep breath.
"You..." If the Audi A4 had ejection seats like an airplane, Mo Qianni really wanted to launch this vulgar guy away!
After a while, the car stopped in front of a relatively old office building. Mo Qianni let out a sigh of relief and glanced coldly at Yang Chen, saying, "Did you see the sign for Huacheng Fashion in front?"
Yang Chen yawned and widened his eyes to look ahead. Indeed, there was a sign with black letters on a white background that read "Huacheng Fashion Co., Ltd."
"Is that our destination?" he asked.
"It's your destination, not mine," Mo Qianni's face flashed a hint of cunning. "I'm going to another company for negotiations. You go to this one."
"Negotiations? About what?" Yang Chen asked, confused.
"This Huacheng company ordered 600,000 worth of clothing from our company two years ago but still owes 400,000 as the final payment. Originally, the deadline was next year, but I heard that Huacheng is on the verge of bankruptcy. So we need to recover that 400,000 as soon as possible to prevent losses," Mo Qianni explained.
Yang Chen felt that something was not quite right. "Miss Mo, it's such a large sum of money. Isn't it too difficult for a newcomer like me to collect it?"
"The other PR personnel are busy, and you're just idling around. Besides, you're not going to collect debts by cutting people. If you're a man, stop dawdling," Mo Qianni stared at him with her almond-shaped eyes.
Yang Chen actually wanted to say, "I'm a man who dawdles." But he realized he couldn't escape, so he reluctantly accepted. He took the documents from Mo Qianni's hand and sluggishly walked toward the office building.
"Call me when it's done, and I'll come pick you up," Mo Qianni said, giving him a charming smile. Then she turned the car around and left the parking lot, casually shutting down her phone along the way...
Unaware that he had been played by his superior, Yang Chen leisurely walked into the office building. He saw a heavily made-up receptionist lazily painting her nails behind the counter.
When the receptionist saw Yang Chen enter, she immediately put on a seductive smile and asked, "Sir, do you need any assistance?"
Yang Chen waved the bag containing the documents and said, "I'm from Yulei International, and I would like to discuss a financial matter regarding a business transaction with your company."
"Yulei International?" The receptionist gave Yang Chen a strange look, then checked something on the computer behind the counter and asked, "May I ask if it's about the final payment for the transaction?"
Yang Chen smiled. It seemed like this company was good. They quickly understood the situation, indicating that they didn't intend to default on their payment. He felt much more at ease and nodded, "That's right."
The receptionist smiled, her charm heightened. She stepped forward, clasping her hands together and placing them on her lower abdomen, accentuating her ample bosom, which seemed to invite one into a deep abyss. "Sir, please follow me. I'll take you to the manager," she said. With a swaying waist and raised hips, she gracefully walked towards the elevator.
Yang Chen immediately followed and watched the receptionist's swaying figure. He felt a sense of satisfaction. It seemed that Mo Qianni, that little girl, was not bad at all. The debt collection task she assigned to him turned out to be quite enjoyable!