Chapter 258 - 194: A New Idea and an Eager Gaze

If he tried to poke the tiger again, he’d likely end up behind bars.

Just as President Sang had said, he didn’t know the law. A professional could easily dig up something on him and have him thrown in jail, all above board.

After all, being a paparazzo meant constantly operating in a legal gray area.

He’d seen sums like two hundred thousand yuan before, so he wasn’t about to be blinded by greed. After a moment of consideration, he knew what he had to do.

He placed everything on the table, then unboxed the massage chair and set it up to the side.

Flipping on the overhead light and plugging in his fill light, Zhang Yong picked up his recently purchased DSLR. He took photos of the gifts, making them look exceptionally luxurious and high-end.

After the shoot, he backed up the photos and imported them to his computer for editing.

As he started drafting the article in his head, he called up his buddies to invite them out for dinner at a food stall that evening.

As for the fresh whole lamb and chicken, his small fridge couldn’t hold them. Besides, he rarely cooked. So, he had one of his buddies who ran a food stall drive over to pick them up—perfect for treating everyone that night.

His buddies were getting excited in their group chat, asking if he’d struck it rich. He kept quiet, planning to save the story for that evening when they were all happily drinking.

The ingredients were quickly hauled away. After handling his buddies, Zhang Yong ordered some takeout.

While waiting for his food, he settled into the massage chair, enjoying the relaxation as he continued to outline the article he was about to write.

’High-end stuff really is different.’ Standing up, his whole body felt relaxed. He felt like he’d been reborn!

When he opened the door to get his food, he even gave the delivery guy a generous ten-yuan tip.

He uncorked a bottle of high-end XO he’d never tried before, poured a small glass, and carefully replaced the cap. Zhang Yong ate his meal, sipping his drink.

After he finished eating and drinking, he was in a pleasant, tipsy state.

Writing an article in this state was a breeze; the words flowed effortlessly.

’He’d thought it countless times before. If his parents hadn’t passed away so early, if he’d been able to get a proper education, he probably could’ve made a living as a writer. Just look at the quality of this article!’

Heh!

Once he finished writing, he didn’t bother waiting. He didn’t care that it was the middle of the afternoon or that he hadn’t posted any teasers. He simply generated a long-format image of the text and posted it to his Weibo account.

With the Weibo post up, he tidied up a bit, grabbed a bottle of Maotai, and headed out the door.

’The guys would never splurge on something this good for themselves.’

Sang Yuan had a pretty good idea of what Zhang Yong would do.

After leaving Zhang Yong’s rundown little apartment with his bodyguards, he headed straight for the office.

He hadn’t been lying earlier.

He really did have to be at work on time today.

’I promised my wife I’d be a good, motivated man. No more slacking off!’

At Yuan Yan Venture Capital, the employees noticed their boss was very different today.

Not only was he dressed especially sharply, but he was also smiling at everyone he met.

He greeted every single person by name. A simple "Good morning, [Name]" was enough to make the already-diligent office drones work even harder.

After all, while other bosses were experts at making empty promises, their boss was an expert at sharing the profits.

Beyond material rewards, he genuinely cared about his employees’ well-being and family lives. To be honest, most people at the company wanted to work there until they retired.

At other companies, hard work might not get you anywhere, but at Yuan Yan Venture Capital, every bit of effort was visibly rewarded.

[Brother Zhao, the boss has paced by the front desk eight times now. Did we do something wrong? crying_face.jpg]

Receiving the eighth message from the young woman at the front desk, Xiao Zhao was at a loss for words.

[Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.]

Finding her persistence a bit much, he added, [The boss is probably just waiting for someone.]

Whoa.

Now *that* was some explosive gossip!

’Their boss was normally as cool as a cucumber. He could sit calmly in his office waiting for a client to arrive for a hundred-million-yuan contract negotiation. Who on earth could he be waiting for like this?’

The way he was staring, it was like his eyes would bore a hole through the door!

It was practically blinding!

As soon as the front desk girl got the message, she immediately posted it in the WeChat group she’d created, "The Yuan Yan Gossip Squad."

The entire office was buzzing with anticipation!

’For a perpetual bachelor like their boss to suddenly see the light, what kind of goddess could he have found?’

Sang Yuan noticed everyone "casually" drifting toward the entrance, but he didn’t mind.

’Hehe, right now he wished he could shout his relationship with Ni Bingyan from the rooftops!’

’Keep a low profile?’

’Not a chance.’

’It all depends on the situation.’

Time ticked by, and soon it was half past eleven.

The crisp click-clack of high heels on the polished floor made every receptionist look up in unison.

Their first thought was: beautiful.

The young woman who walked in was the kind of person you might never meet in your entire life—absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous.