Chapter 291 - 209: She Said You’re Ugly (3)

"A Hui, President Li hired someone from outside, ready to take over the Airex brand."

Dan Biao had thought it over and over yesterday. Since Yang Hui was going to find out soon anyway, why not give him a heads-up and earn a favor? What if Yang Hui thought he was decent and was willing to take him along? He was definitely overthinking things. Yang Hui had no such intentions—at least, not at the moment. He certainly had no use for him.

He watched Yang Hui’s face, trying to see if he was shocked or reluctant to leave. But after staring for a long while, he found him completely expressionless, as placid as a deep well. In truth, Yang Hui was just good at hiding it. He was actually quite excited—not because he was shocked or sad to leave, but because this "dungeon instance" was finally coming to an end. He would soon be able to collect another round of unemployment pay, and this time it was 30 million a month. His collaboration with Serene could also shift into the fast lane.

"President Shan, I understand. Thank you for your support and for looking out for me."

"President Yang, you’re too kind. When can I get a chance to buy you a couple of drinks?"

By addressing him that way, Yang Hui knew Dan Biao had already figured out he was the boss of Yanghe Commerce. Dan Biao’s behavior today was his way of hinting that he wanted to leave with him. However, at his level and status, he couldn’t be too explicit without some certainty, or he’d leave himself with no way out.

"Things have been a bit busy lately. Let’s set something up after I leave the company."

’I owe too many people dinners.’ Ruijing Commerce’s President Zhao had looked out for him in the past, and just before President Zhao left, he had even treated him to a meal. He still hadn’t returned that favor and needed to arrange something. Otherwise, it would be difficult to meet again once President Zhao left Ruijing Commerce and returned to his hometown.

Yang Hui hadn’t explicitly invited him to come along, which disappointed Dan Biao. But he hadn’t refused either, agreeing they could meet privately later. That meant there was still a chance. Dan Biao knew his friendly gesture today hadn’t been in vain.

Zhu Jing’s floral dress today made her look "sweet and well-behaved." Gray, ink-wash-style flowers were scattered across a light-colored background, and the V-neck subtly outlined her delicate collarbones.

She wore a pair of clear sandals, revealing toes as tender as spring onions. Her toenails were painted with a bright red polish, creating a stark contrast against her fair-skinned feet.

"Zhu Jing, you’re coming out with me in a bit."

Han Ya nudged Xiang Ling next to her. "See that? The boss only has eyes for Zhu Jing."

Xiang Ling glanced at Zhu Jing, who looked like a beautiful little flower, and whispered, "Well, she’s gorgeous. If I were the boss, I’d dote on her too. She looks so pitiably lovely, who wouldn’t like her?"

Nodding slightly in agreement, Han Ya giggled and said, "The boss just loves to *support* her from behind. He never *supports* you and me."

Xiang Ling slapped her arm. "If you want him to *support* you, then you should be more proactive! A man as outstanding as the boss isn’t going to make the first move."

"Forget it, forget it. I know my limits."

Sitting in the passenger seat, feeling the warmth of his hand on her thigh, Zhu Jing had already grown accustomed to his improper behavior. "You can touch me for a bit at red lights, but stop when you’re driving. Safety first."

Hearing Zhu Jing’s considerate words, Yang Hui smirked smugly. ’Looks like she’s used to it.’

The Mercedes-Benz E-Class sped along the elevated highway. "Zhu Jing, you can submit your resignation to the company soon."

Unable to hide the surprise in her eyes, Zhu Jing turned her head and asked, "You’re almost done too?"

What kind of question was that? What man likes being told he’s fast? They only like to hear "Faster!"

"I’ll probably be leaving Futong Commerce by the end of the month. You should get ready too."

’I’ve been wanting to go to Yanghe Commerce and really show what I can do for a long time.’ Last night, she heard from Xia Jie that thanks to the promotional boost from Xinyue Square and the consumer subsidy coupons, Zen’s sales had broken 200,000 even on a Monday. Now *that* was the kind of store that would be interesting to manage.

Even NLB, without any events or mall subsidy resources, was pulling in around 60,000 a day in regular sales. That was the kind of business that sparked passion. Working at Futong Commerce felt like being in a retirement home.

"Aren’t we going to check on the stores?" After they got off the elevated highway, Zhu Jing noticed they weren’t heading toward any of their locations.

"We’re going to meet Wang Qing, the chairman of Yida Department Store."

Only then did Zhu Jing realize he was going to discuss a partnership for Yanghe Commerce. ’No wonder he was able to secure so many mall resources from all the Yida Department Store locations before,’ she thought. ’So he knows the chairman of Yida Department Store. Is this Wang Qing the powerful backer he relies on?’

At the Yida Department Store Group Headquarters, Yang Hui parked the car. Carrying an LV "Black Samurai" briefcase, he led Zhu Jing to the front desk, stated his name, and explained he had an appointment with Chairman Wang Qing. After confirming with the upstairs office, the receptionist guided them to the elevator.

Wang Qing’s office was decorated in a very traditional Chinese style, a taste that many older bosses seemed to favor. He warmly welcomed Yang Hui and Zhu Jing, asked them to sit, and instructed his secretary to brew some tea, specifically emphasizing that she should use his personal, high-quality leaves.

There were different levels of hospitality for guests. Ordinary visitors got the common tea available on the market. Only for guests he considered important would he bring out the tea he drank himself as a sign of respect.

"A Hui, it’s been a while. You only come visit your big brother here when you need to talk business."

He picked up an ashtray, placed it on the coffee table, and casually sat down across from Yang Hui. He pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it when he remembered the beautiful woman to the side. He asked politely, "Do you mind if I have a smoke?"

Zhu Jing quickly waved her hands. For such a powerful executive to care about her opinion and address her so formally—she was rather flattered.