Chapter 18.1 - A ‘flag’ straight from the textbook.
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Inside a private room of a nightclub, there were seven or eight bottles of wine on the table while glasses were staggeredly stacked and filled with various kinds of wine. Music exploded throughout the room, stimulating the eardrums.
The lights pulsed along with the music, making the room especially dazzling.
Suddenly, a young man walked in wearing a riveted leather jacket, a pair of shorts that just managed to cover the base of the thighs, and shoes with five-centimeter soles. The belt around the waist gleamed while the hair in front of his forehead was combed up and set with hair gel.
With several nose rings, he carried an appearance that the heavens ranked first and he was second.
With his head held high, he appeared particularly imposing.
He grinned and took a breath of the cold air before taking a seat at the booth. Picking up one of the glasses on the table, he just poured it down his throat. As the hard liquor slid into his stomach, he felt free and unrestrained. But just as he went to touch the wine bottle, prepared to pour a second cup, his palm suddenly came up empty.
It was taken away.
When Zhu Fengfeng turned his head, he almost choked on that mouthful of wine that he had yet to finish swallowing. An Zeru's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The other’s chin was taut and teeth were tightly clenched, while the other’s gaze that was fixed on him was like a knife.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably, raised his eyebrows, then whistled nonchalantly, "It wasn’t even me who provoked you, what’s the use of being so fierce to me?"
An Zeru leaned back on the chair, stretched out his legs, slightly raised his chin, and snorted. The anger in his eyes was still unabated. "Your memory’s quite good. Remind me again, who was it that clearly guaranteed they would be able to find that person? Hm?"
Zhu Fengfeng scratched his nose, but at that time, he also hadn't known that the other side had been well prepared. After checking the license plate, it led to a car rental company, then after going through the customer records...
It had been rented using an old woman's ID card, who had been paid 300 yuan to lend out her identity.
He cheaply leaned over and put his arms around An Zeru's neck. "Hey, you haven’t caught that girl’s eye, right? She’s put in quite the effort to have planned this all out."
An Zeru's entire face twisted into a furrow, then he stretched out his hand and pushed the other aside. Scooting a bit further away, he picked up a glass of wine and drank a few mouthfuls. "Don’t come over trying to be coquettish."
Lowering his eyelashes, the muscles on his arms were tense, the tip of his tongue was placed against his upper teeth, and his breathing was particularly loud as he silently drank.
That appearance right then really made Zhu Fengfeng immensely curious.
He only knew that someone had offended Young Master An, but as to what exactly happened, he really didn’t know. His eyes narrowed and kicked the other’s shoes as he stretched his legs. "Was that woman that beautiful? To have you reminisce about her like this, that’s quite the ability."
An Zeru's mouth was full of the taste of alcohol. His throat was irritated, his head felt swollen, and his eyes were dazed by the pulsing lights as he just stared at the red wine in his glass.
Suddenly, he uncomfortably touched his neck.
A warm touch... Gentle breathing... He felt a bit startled.
A memory jumped out in his mind. The sight of Cen Simiao’s eyes that were cold and indifferent, while in his ear, her words with a taste of slight disdain echoed, "Pretentious."
At once, his face darkened and his jaw was pulled taut. “Good-looking my ★ss! If I were to call her good-looking, then I would have to be blind!”
In a building at the Commercial Center.
Cen Simiao was dressed in a professional suit with heels, highlighting her good figure. She had on light makeup this time with a slight wing on her eyeliner and minimal retouching on her brows. All the buttons on her blouse were also fully fastened.
A very dignified look.
This place was the original owner’s family’s company. Having submitted her resume, this was her final round of the interview. The original owner was focused on her studies and didn’t have much interest in business affairs, so she had never visited the company much.
Thus, there was almost no one there who would recognize her.
She sat in the chair with her back straight and a look of seriousness on her face.
The interviewers were two men and a woman. The man in the middle was wearing casual clothes with the cuffs rolled up, appearing very relaxed, while the other two were in work attire.
The woman spoke first, "Miss Gu, if you get this position, what plans do you have for the future?"
Cen Simiao blinked her eyes. These were the standard questions that they would throw out every time. Nothing would go wrong as long as you slightly edit the standard answers.
"I want to put my talents to good use and contribute more to the company. I do have a plan, the first step is to be modest and learn more from the seniors."
Lin Wan lightly nodded and slightly relaxed her posture before she gave Feng Jiu a look. He cleared his throat. His eyebrows were gentle, but his question was particularly tricky.
"What advantages are you confident in that allow you to compete for this position?"
Cen Simiao bit her tongue and wanted to say that her father was the chairman of the board.
With smiling eyes: "I have won a lot of awards in the professional competitions for this field, and I love learning very much. I have the ability to do this job well."
Feng Jiu flipped back through the resume, just graduated. How could this answer be the same as a veteran of hundreds of interviews... As he was about to raise his head and speak again, he heard the man next to him ask:
"Do you have a boyfriend already?"
The voice was extremely magnetic, but one simply couldn’t tell what he was trying to imply by these words.
Cen Simiao pursed her lips and couldn’t answer for a moment. Her chin slightly quivered. This question hadn’t been mentioned on the stolen test papers.
Lu Mi had a calm expression. While sitting up straight and looking at her very seriously, he explained in a low voice, "Caring about our employees is a representative trait of our company’s management style. If you are not single, we will plan less overtime for you."
Feng Jiu, who was next to him, lowered his head and his lips quirked up. As long as the interviewee was a beautiful girl, Lu Mi will definitely say this.
Cen Simiao shook her head. "I don’t have a boyfriend yet."
Lu Mi expressed appreciation: "You are very honest, not bad. Please go back and wait for a reply then."
After she left the company and arrived downstairs, Cen Simiao looked up at this building. The next time she goes in, everything will officially start.
Gu Yu only has to wait for his bad luck to arrive.
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