The weather in late October was pleasant, with a gentle breeze and just the right amount of sunshine, making it feel incredibly comfortable against the skin.
Zhan Beijue, as usual, was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his features sharp and handsome, his hair meticulously styled. Standing amidst a backdrop of clear blue skies and white clouds, a scene as beautiful as a painting, he looked like a male model.
Wang Lang, sharing a car with Jiang Nanfang, couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Zhan Beijue's superior physique from a distance.
"I've always heard that President Zhan is not only capable but also exceptionally handsome. Seeing him in person truly lives up to the reputation."
"Even as a man, I can't help but blush and feel my heart race when I see him. I heard he's never married, and his orientation seems a bit uncertain. Do you think he might like men? I really want to give it a try..."
Jiang Nanfang couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.
"When I first interviewed you, I thought you were an ambitious young man with aspirations. How have you become more and more like a cunning businessman who would do anything for money lately? You even thought of using charm to get ahead. You're something else."
The car quickly stopped in front of Zhan Beijue. The four of them got out and greeted him one by one.
Company insiders were prioritized. Then, Wang Lang, with starry eyes, respectfully extended his hands.
"President Zhan, I am Wang Lang from Yueyan Perfume Studio. I've long admired your reputation, and it's a true honor to meet you today."
Zhan Beijue's gaze had been fixed on him from afar, and he had been secretly observing his expression. Just now in the car, he had whispered something into Jiang Nanfang's ear, and now he was extending his hand.
It was long and slender, with distinct knuckles. He couldn't help but think, "Pretty boy."
Jiang Nanfang's aesthetic preferences had always been quite consistent; her male friends were always of this type. From Xu Yanchuan, to Ke Teng, to Zhou Jinxiu, and now him, all were delicate, scholarly types. Zhan Beijue couldn't stand anyone she liked.
He lightly brushed his hand against Wang Lang's in a perfunctory manner. "Hello."
Even with that fleeting touch, Wang Lang was overjoyed. "Ah—I touched Zhan Beijue's hand! My luck is about to change, and I'm going to get rich soon! I'll wrap this hand in gloves when I get back!"
The four stood side-by-side. The first three had already greeted him. If Jiang Nanfang remained silent, it would seem not only strange but also extremely impolite. Although she really didn't want to flatter him, Jiang Nanfang still had to brace herself and step forward.
"Hello, President Zhan."
Zhan Beijue didn't expose her. He scanned her face with a playful look and then firmly clasped her fingers. "Hello."
"How shameless! In front of so many people, he's holding someone's hand so tightly. What a fickle scumbag!"
As her warm palm met his, she could even feel the distinct veins on the back of his hand. A familiar sensation spread through her. Jiang Nanfang gave him a cold glare and quickly withdrew her hand.
Zhan Beijue let his hand hang naturally, his fingertips secretly savoring the smoothness of her hand.
"Coincidentally, there's a meeting in the company being held here, and it's during a break. I came down to take a look. I don't mean to disturb you all, please continue."
Zhan Beijue said this intentionally. He knew that anyone with a bit of sense would not readily agree after he said that. Those who wanted to curry favor with him would seize every opportunity to get closer, and wouldn't let him leave so easily.
As expected, after he spoke, Wang Lang stepped forward with a smile.
"President Zhan is busy with work every day in the office, so you must be quite tired. The environment here is nice, it's good to relax here."
"I heard you play golf well, President Zhan. Manager Li is currently teaching me, so it's an honor to meet you here. I wonder if I could shamelessly ask for your guidance again..."
Jiang Nanfang, through Wang Lang today, was thoroughly reminded of how difficult her entrepreneurial journey had been. She found his fawning smile so fake, she couldn't believe someone as cold-blooded and ruthless as Zhan Beijue would even notice. She thought he was just trying to get attention from someone cold, and would surely be rejected.
To her surprise, after Wang Lang finished speaking, Zhan Beijue "unexpectedly" showed interest.
"You heard I play golf well? Who told you that?"
"Oh, there are many. Even though you're not in the martial world, President Zhan, your legends are all over it. Many people worship you, and they take every little thing you do as an example, savoring it repeatedly."
"What a flatterer." Zhan Beijue usually detested glib and flattering men, but today he was quite pleased.
"Since President Wang said so, I happen to be feeling a bit restless. Let's go play a couple of rounds together."
Wang Lang was overjoyed and happily ushered him into the car.
Back at the venue, Zhan Beijue unbuttoned his shirt cuffs while casually asking, "How should we divide into five? How did you guys form your teams earlier?"
Wang Lang explained their previous team division. Zhan Beijue said lightly, "Didn't you say I play golf well? One person can be worth two. With Manager Li, that's a bit unfair to you guys."
"How about this, for fairness, I'll take our Engineer Jiang. Let her drag me down a bit, to balance the average skill level."
"..."
Jiang Nanfang and Zhou Jinbei both cursed inwardly. "He deliberately loitered around here to join the team, just for this moment, didn't he? What exactly do you want, you cunning dog man!"
Seeing that Zhan Beijue had also set his sights on Jiang Nanfang, Wang Lang's heart felt like fireworks, bursting with joy. "Okay, okay, we'll do as President Zhan says."
"Just playing like this is boring. Didn't you guys bet on anything earlier?"
Li Xingliang was there on official business and planned to leave after completing it, considering it just a formality. He had no intention of making things difficult for Wang Lang. Neither of them had thought of making the game more exciting. But they didn't expect Zhan Beijue, who appeared stern and unsmiling, to have so many tricks up his sleeve when playing. Wang Lang had heard before that when big shots played together, it was often tied to contracts. Losers would sign contracts, exchange land, or swap resources. He wanted to try this kind of game, but he didn't dare. In his eyes, if Zhan Beijue stayed tonight and treated him to a meal, or exchanged contact information, he would be satisfied.
"President Zhan is so knowledgeable, I'm afraid whatever I say won't meet your standards. Why don't you decide?"
Although flatterers were often annoying, they also had their advantages. They were perceptive and knew how to offer a way out. Zhan Beijue comfortably stepped down.
"Then I'll decide. The loser treats tonight, we'll bet a dinner."
No one could fathom his intentions, and everyone present was stunned. After a moment, Wang Lang was the first to react.
"Alright, it's settled then, the loser pays for tonight's dinner!"
Zhan Beijue nonchalantly and elegantly took the club handed to him by Jiang Nanfang, brushed past her shoulder, and walked to the front to strike a pose.
Jiang Nanfang looked at his tall back, broad shoulders, slender arms, and meticulously neat nape. She really wanted to kick him in the backside.