TAP, TAP~.
A knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Manager Yang."
The office door was pushed open, followed by a sweet, feminine voice.
A white blouse, a form-fitting skirt, and black high heels.
Qin Hong, the manager of the General Affairs Department, was responsible for all of the company's procurement.
She was twenty-nine years old. As for her looks, she was a seven out of ten with makeup on, but her figure was incredible.
Busty, with a shapely rear—big where she should be big, and slender where she should be slender.
As she walked up to Yang Hui's desk, a fragrant scent wafted over—Dior's J'adore.
"Does the operations department need more office supplies?"
As she spoke, she walked right up to Yang Hui himself, not just to the front of his desk.
Qin Hong was very cooperative. With a handsome twenty-four-year-old man before her, and a prominent nose to boot, her mind likely drifted to certain... legends.
'There was absolutely no reason for her to come confirm office supplies with me. That's something the operations assistant always handles.'
'Qin Hong has her own subordinates. Was a trivial matter like this really worth her coming in person?'
'And it wasn't like she was just here to get a free massage from me, either. She's the type who never shows up unless she wants something.'
'Sure enough, the office supplies were just a pretext!'
"So, how did the interview at headquarters go?"
Qin Hong smiled, leaning over his desk and staring at him intently, as if trying to read the answer in his eyes.
"Take a guess~."
Qin Hong's expression flickered.
"You're terrible. How could I possibly guess?"
"But based on your track record, your chances must be pretty high."
This "track record" referred to both his victories in every previous competition for a promotion and his work performance, which consistently exceeded all expectations.
Yang Hui had a certain aura about him at Ruijing Commerce. He was seen as both lucky and exceptionally competent.
"Heh~."
He pulled his hand back. 'Touching her all the time isn't going to reveal anything new.'
"You're awful, being so tight-lipped."
Qin Hong twisted her hips coquettishly.
Giggle~.
Qin Hong placed a hand on her chest. Just as Yang Hui's eyes filled with anticipation, she pulled a card from her blouse pocket.
'That's it?'
"Qinghai Road Quanji Hotel, Room 305. I got two key cards."
'So that's what this is?'
He picked up the key card with a playful smirk, twirled it in his fingers, and then tossed it back onto the desk.
Qin Hong's expression soured.
"Manager Qin, I'm a bit of a purist."
Qin Hong couldn't figure out what he meant, so she waited for him to elaborate.
"I'd rather walk to work than take the bus. When I drive, I absolutely refuse to drive anyone else's car."
Qin Hong's face flushed red. "If you don't drive other people's cars," she said angrily, "then why were you touching me all over? You have a fetish for checking out the trunk, is that it?"
"I was just making sure the rear end wouldn't hit me when it was backing up."
Watching as Qin Hong snatched the card and stormed out the door, Yang Hui smiled to himself, lost in thought.
'That woman is sleeping with Fang Zheng. Did she really think I didn't know?'
'Trying to play both sides, placing bets on both candidates for the regional general manager position... How could I possibly be interested in trash like that?'
BUZZ... BUZZ~
A WeChat message came in.
"Little Bro, I'm getting together with a few of the project regional GMs tonight. You should come too."
Zhang Chun was the Group Vice President of Xinyue Commercial Real Estate and a regional head, managing over 100 commercial plazas. He was considered a renowned tycoon in the Chinese business world.
And yet, he affectionately called a twenty-four-year-old young man like Yang Hui "Little Bro." He invited him to every important gathering, introducing him to valuable connections.
It was fair to say that Yang Hui's ability to navigate the Qingzhou business world like a fish in water was entirely due to Zhang Chun's support.
The immense respect he received from all the various project general managers wasn't for Ruijing Commerce's sake, and it certainly wasn't because he was handsome. It was because Zhang Chun was just that influential.
Immediately after, Zhang Chun sent the address: 6:30 PM, Qin Residence Private Kitchen, Private Room 999.
"Okay, Brother Chun. I'll be there on time."
Zhang Chun himself had insisted on this form of address. At every gathering, Yang Hui was the only one who called him that; everyone else respectfully addressed him as President Zhang.
Yang Hui couldn't refuse an invitation from Zhang Chun. Over the past two years, Zhang Chun had taken such good care of him that Yang Hui had come to regard him as an elder in his own family. In fact, even his own family elders hadn't been so selflessly dedicated to helping him.
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Ruijing Trading Co., Ltd.
Office of Fang Zheng, Head of the Channel Development Department
After leaving Yang Hui's office, Qin Hong came straight here.
Fang Zheng was forty years old and in the prime of his life, with fifteen years of experience in the retail industry. He had accumulated more than enough skill and experience.
He was also a top contender for the general manager position.
"Come on, Qin Hong, over here."
Looking at Qin Hong's smoking hot body, Fang Zheng felt an unbearable itch of desire. 'When she's standing on the other side of the desk, it's so hard to get a handle on things.'
Qin Hong reluctantly moved to his side, and Fang Zheng immediately began to get handsy, a look of eagerness on his face.
"Manager Fang, watch yourself. We're in the office."
Qin Hong couldn't help but block his hand. 'It's so rough,' she thought, 'nothing at all like Yang Hui's touch.'
'If these two applied for jobs at a massage parlor, Yang Hui would be a shoo-in for the top masseur, while Fang Zheng would definitely be racking up customer complaints.'
Unaware that Qin Hong was silently comparing the two men's techniques in her head, Fang Zheng continued his advances, saying, "Let's celebrate."
This time, Qin Hong didn't stop him. Instead, she immediately asked, "Celebrate what?"
He smirked smugly. "I asked a friend at headquarters to do some digging. I heard Yang Hui's entire interview lasted only ten minutes. Do you know what that means?"
She didn't even react to the stinging pain on her rear.
Her mind was completely focused on what Fang Zheng had said.
'An interview that's only ten minutes long? What does that mean? It means Yang Hui is out of the running, of course.'
'For a position this important, ten minutes isn't even enough time to get through a self-introduction, is it?'
"My interview took a full hour. Twenty minutes for my self-introduction, twenty minutes for the CEO to ask me about my development plans for the branch company if I were to become general manager, and the last twenty minutes were for the CEO's feedback. In the end, he even praised me and spoke of his high hopes."
"Does that mean I should start calling you President Fang?"
"Haha, Manager Qin, let's make sure to 'communicate' more in the future. I'll take care of you."
Suppressing the urge to vomit, Qin Hong managed a smile and pressed herself even closer against Fang Zheng.
'He's so ugly, and he has bad breath... But what can I do? Yang Hui didn't pull through. I guess I'll just have to keep putting up with this.'
"Oh, right. In a little while, I want you to notify all the department heads, as well as all the members of the core departments, that I'm treating everyone to dinner tonight."