Soon, Zhou Jinxiu somehow found a pile of photos of handsome men and sat down with Jiang Nanfang to discuss them.
Would the soft, pale, and delicate type, who looked quite like a girl, be more to his liking?
Or would the muscular, well-built type be more to his taste?
Did he prefer them taller or shorter?
With longer or shorter hair?
With darker or fairer skin?
The two of them, as if joking, happily discussed the photos of the handsome men and Zhan Beijue.
Next door, Zhan Beijue was so enraged that fire was almost shooting out of his head.
His friend opposite finally realized that the person being discussed was him.
Looking at Zhan Beijue's expression, he was so scared the whole time that his nerves were taut, and he didn't dare to speak.
Finally, the two next door finished their discussion.
They unanimously decided to find him a feminine and beautiful one, and a well-built and tall one, sending both over.
Two at once, surely one would suit his taste?
Once the candidates were decided, Zhou Jinxiu began to arrange the next steps with great urgency.
Zhan Beijue heard all his plans. As they had finished saying what they needed to, he leisurely put down his fork and stood up.
His friend hurriedly followed him out.
"A Jue, are you going home or?"
Zhan Beijue got into the car and coldly lit a cigarette.
"Not going home. Going to Peninsula International. Since they're so eager to consider me, it would be impolite not to give them a chance."
He personally booked a top-floor suite at Peninsula International.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhou Jinxiu, oblivious to the danger, called.
His voice was ingratiating.
"Second Brother, it's Jinxiu. I'm back from out of town, it's been a long time. Where are you? Are you free? Let's get together."
Zhan Beijue: "I'm at Peninsula International. It has indeed been a long time. You're welcome to come over anytime."
It seemed he was in a good mood today, agreeing so easily.
Zhou Jinxiu hurriedly pressed his advantage: "Can I bring two friends with me?"
"I recently met a few male models I get along with quite well. They heard you're my Second Brother and really want to visit. Can you give them a chance?"
At any other time, making such a request would have been a fantasy.
But today was special.
Zhan Beijue agreed immediately.
"What do they look like? Are they tall enough, handsome enough?"
As expected, his focus was the same as what he had thought.
Zhou Jinxiu immediately replied with confidence, "Yes, yes."
"They are all over 1.8 meters tall, and they are all top finishers from model competitions. They are absolutely handsome."
"Then come over, top floor 8808. Just come directly."
Zhou Jinxiu was so excited he couldn't eat. He shoveled a few mouthfuls of food and, after arranging with the two models, rushed back with Jiang Nanfang.
Jiang Nanfang really wanted to join the fun.
But to avoid a slip-up, she suppressed her curiosity and returned to her room alone.
Zhou Jinxiu took them upstairs and smoothly entered the room.
Zhan Beijue had just finished washing up. He had changed into a white shirt and black trousers, his wet hair falling on his forehead, tall and long-legged.
He was breathtakingly handsome.
The two male models saw the legendary President Zhan for the first time.
Seeing that he was not only rich but also so handsome, they were extremely excited.
Zhan Beijue sat down and asked Zhou Jinxiu to get the wine, and they all had a few drinks together.
Although he said a few drinks, he didn't drink a single drop.
With a king-like aura, he looked down at the three of them.
"Jinxiu should have told you all the rules for befriending me, Zhan."
"First, talk less nonsense. I don't like noise. Second, you must have a good tolerance for alcohol and be able to cover for me when necessary. Do you two mind?"
Of course, they didn't mind.
For such a big president, these requests were as good as not making any requests at all.
The two immediately nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
Zhan Beijue was very satisfied.
"Since you can accept, there's no need for further nonsense. Prove it to me now."
Zhou Jinxiu quickly stood up and poured a full glass of red wine for each of the two.
Without a word, they picked up the glasses and drank them down.
After drinking three glasses in a row, the two bottles of red wine were emptied, yet they showed no signs of intoxication.
Zhan Beijue said, "Keep opening them. Let me see what your limits are."
There was as much wine in his room as mineral water. Zhou Jinxiu went to get a few more bottles.
In less than five minutes, after each drinking three bottles of red wine, both of them finally had a slightly glazed look in their eyes.
Zhan Beijue then looked at Zhou Jinxiu.
"What about you? As the middleman, the guests have been drinking, won't you have a few?"
Zhou Jinxiu, afraid of causing trouble, declined.
"I won't make a fool of myself. I don't have a good tolerance for alcohol."
"Is it your tolerance for alcohol, or is my face not big enough?" Zhan Beijue provoked him.
"You've been drinking since you were a teenager, and this is the first time you're officially sitting down to drink with me..."
Zhou Jinxiu had no choice but to pour himself three glasses in a row.
"Second Brother, my work performance hasn't been good recently, and I've caused you trouble. I'll punish myself with three cups first."
However, after drinking the three cups, Zhan Beijue remained unmoved.
"Three cups are not enough to represent the deep friendship between us brothers, are they? It's too little."
The other two hurriedly urged Zhou Jinxiu.
"Yes, we've each drunk three bottles, so how can three cups be enough for you? Stop talking nonsense, show your sincerity, and keep drinking!"
Thus, with empty stomachs, Zhou Jinxiu was also forced to drink three bottles in a row.
All three of them were a bit tipsy and soon started chatting loudly and boisterously.
"There are still a few bottles left. Since everyone hasn't had enough, keep drinking, don't be polite with me."
Zhan Beijue personally opened the remaining bottles for them.
"You guys chat, I have something to do and will be back soon."
After speaking, he put on his slippers, closed the door, and went out.
The three thought he was going out to prepare something, and with excitement and anticipation, they continued to drink and chat, holding their wine glasses.
Zhan Beijue left the top floor and headed straight for Jiang Nanfang's door.
He used the pre-prepared room card to beep the lock, entered, closed the door, and sat directly on the sofa.
Jiang Nanfang was in the bathroom washing up, completely unaware of his entry.
After finishing her wash, she came out wrapped in a towel, drying her hair. Her eyes fell upon a tall man sitting on the sofa, and she let out a startled scream.
"Ah!"
Zhan Beijue looked up and opened his eyelids to look at her.
Their eyes met, and she realized it was Zhan Beijue.
"It's you? Aren't you..."
"Why did you come into my room? Did you drink too much and get confused, going to the wrong place?"
Zhan Beijue clearly remembered every word she had said to Zhou Jinxiu at the bar.
The two of them had clearly been intimate more than once, and they had raised a child to adulthood.
He hadn't expected that when people misunderstood his sexual orientation, she would actually join in the teasing.
Zhan Beijue thought: Was he, Zhan, too gentle? Did he not make a shocking enough impression each time, or did she truly hate him that much, and was she that heartless?
Feeling angry, and seeing that Jiang Nanfang had the nerve to question him.
He stood up, walked straight towards her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her forcefully into his arms.