Brimming with gossip, I left the club and headed to Cheng Yu's company.
At the reception, the attendant greeted me warmly and then whispered, "President Cheng is upstairs, a visitor has come to see him."
Without waiting for me to ask, the receptionist divulged all the information she knew, "The lady's last name is Shen, she signed in as Shen Weiwei."
I nodded to show I understood, then pulled out a stack of cash from my bag, saying they deserve a treat for working so hard every day, and that the money was for them to enjoy some afternoon tea.
The cash wasn't much, but these occasional small favors were enough to win over hearts. Since being with Cheng Yu, I had intentionally maintained good relationships with the people around him.
High-nosed folks might look down on these front-desk staff, but I wouldn't underestimate these ordinary folks—who knew what important information they might reveal to me one day?
