Chapter Eighty I'll settle the account first

  "I give up, I give up..."

  Near dawn, in the same Sofitel hotel's business suite, Miya surrendered for the first time with a clear flag, looking at the man beside her with sorrow and grievance, her small hands constantly twisting his body fiercely.

  Just now, after the two fell asleep in each other's arms, Zhang Shidong told a seven-minute story without reserve.

  What's the story in seven minutes?

  Just a French romantic kiss.

  Mi Rourou couldn't help but laugh, her fingers pointing at Zhang Shidong's forehead: "You're still a typical pervert, don't you even know that women have the habit of hiding and covering up their likes?"

  Zhang Shidong was taken aback and didn't understand what Mǐnuònuò meant for a moment.

  "You're silly, there are only seven minutes left underground, what about upstairs? A woman who says she's already 26 years old will still care about the so-called environment and atmosphere? I believe that special plane must have been prepared. Ah, my husband, a beautiful woman is right in front of you,"

  Zhang Shidong went crazy, his emotions wildly surging upwards. He faced Migu's sweaty and shiny body, and suddenly pounced on him. The most frustrating thing for a man is to have a gun but not be able to fire it.

  Lying in the comfortable bathtub, Zhang Shidong held his mobile phone and sent a text message to Su Xixi, who was returning to Yanjing, under the mocking gaze of Mi Nuo.

  "Are you taking a military plane this time?"

  The text message replied quickly, still in Su Xixi's style: "No, it was a private plane on call."

  "Is there a bed?"

  This time, Su Xixi didn't respond quickly. It wasn't until half an hour later, when Zhang Shidong and Mǐnuònuò had finished their bath and were preparing to take a nap, that a text message with a very Mǐnuònuò-like style came back.

  "Got the lace, there's also a waterbed on the plane, it takes an hour to fly to Yanjing, you didn't seize the opportunity yourself, don't blame me, sister had no choice but to wash off the nail polish she just finished."

  When Zhang Shidong read the message, he was not carrying Mǐnuònuò on his back.

  It's over. Zhang Shidong found that his usual tactics seemed to have lost their effect in front of this equally fierce woman, so he should just go straight for it. These women were all too much for him.

  "Husband, it's not that we're too aggressive, but rather that without this, our hearts would lack a sense of security. No matter how strong one's heart is, it can't erase the physiological nature given to us by heaven. To be anxious and worried, with opponents being even stronger... This person who can change their style clearly also lacks confidence in their heart. Should I feel proud or should I be on guard? For the sake of a man, I have to deal with countless strong women, no way, I won't do it. You need to compensate me, I need a meat bed, don't disturb me, I'll just sleep like this and recharge my energy to continue fighting those opponents..."

  Mi Rou's voice grew softer and softer, her face nestled against Zhang Shidong's chest, as if afraid of really hurting him. Her legs and hands all came down, the fatigue between her eyebrows made Zhang Shidong feel a deep tenderness, stroking her back, quietly savoring the taste and tranquility that belonged to the two of them in the room.

  As a man, am I being too greedy?

  As soon as this idea flashed, Zhang Shidong wanted to give himself a slap in the face. What kind of pretentious and sentimental nonsense is this? The desire for more is a manifestation of everyone's inner greed, and with the development of society, this state has already become a cultural attribute.

  Some people say that in order to determine whether a woman is truly beautiful or not, you should look at her appearance and state when she wakes up.

  Mǐ nuò nuò, sitting in front of the dressing table with a silk skirt on, looks like a painting, with delicate embellishments that make her already enchanting appearance even more aggressive. Nowadays, makeup technology has given eyes the power to change dramatically, and truly top-notch beauties have begun to challenge the limits of heavy eye makeup.

  Zhang Shidong: "Is the loss great?"

  "It doesn't matter anymore, let's just consider it as spending money playing games."

  Zhang Shidong lit a cigarette, just about to speak, when Mi Nuo Nuo spoke up before him: "Gong Sha's funeral, I will attend. He can be considered a man now. The car is ready for you, you can go directly to Ningbo."

  "Take care of yourself."

  Glutinous rice puffed over and kissed him: "Don't worry, wait for the opportunity to let you see my strength."

  ……………

  Xiaomi Headquarters, located on the edge of Yongcheng.

  Several hundred million yuan in fixed assets, also a major taxpayer in Ningbo, with certain privileges, the factory location is very good, occupying a large area of land, and the auxiliary road next to the highway is well-built, fully funded by the municipal government.

  Wu Yuanan's eyelids had been twitching for the past two days, and he felt uneasy in his heart. Just now, he heard a piece of news that scared him so much that he didn't sleep all night, and early this morning, he came to the three-star Xingku Hotel outside the factory area.

  "Director Jiang, how's the arrangement of staff in Beihai going? Is there anything I can help with?"

  Jiang Xueyu looked at Wu Yuan'an, holding back her smile, indicating that it wasn't a big deal. The incident in Wujun City had already spread throughout the entire Yangtze River Delta region. She was also experiencing for the first time just how powerful that guy was, causing such a huge commotion as soon as he arrived.

  Buzz buzz buzz!!

  The whispers of the waiters and some factory employees converged and reached Jiang Xue's suite.

  A yellow Lamborghini Batmobile stopped in front of the hotel, and Zhang Shidong, dressed in a casual outfit that had been carefully groomed, instantly rose to the ranks of the rich and noble. The limited edition Patek Philippe watch and 'tearful' glasses made him the focus of attention as soon as he got out of the car.

  The extension of the Coolpad Hotel also has a wing, which is where ordinary employees from all over the country come to attend meetings, study and take assessments on weekdays. This also means that out-of-town employees will choose to report at the conference hall on the first floor of the Coolpad Hotel, change into their work uniforms for the factory area, arrange their accommodation, before officially entering the factory area.

  Wu Yuanan couldn't sit still anymore, almost directly rushing out of the room. He walked to the door and saw Jiang Xueyu sitting steadily there, then awkwardly smiled: "Director Jiang, I won't hide it either. Zhang Shao's side needs you to socialize more, and as for Wu Jun's matter, can you give me a hint, is it...?"

  Seeing Wu Yuanan softened, Jiang Xueyu hastily stopped him from continuing his blunt words and left him some face: "Director Wu, I'd like to inform you of something in advance. Who is in charge of this training session, especially the random selection of new and old employees?"

  Wu Yuanan was taken aback: "This matter..."

  Jiang Xueyu got straight to the point: "This time it's aimed at Zhang Shidong, there must be a big shot within the company supporting him, otherwise it wouldn't be a national-level training assessment. The Gong family wants Zhang Shidong to come over and deal with him, and you saw the result..."

  Wu Yuan'an nodded and showed a grateful expression: "Director Jiang, I won't say thank you again."

  …………

  Zhang Shidong looked at a black Audi parked beside his own car, and a spirited and handsome man got out, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes, clean and tidy from head to toe. His gaze swept over the Lamborghini once, very calmly, without any arrogant or disdainful air of wealth, nor any hint of envy or jealousy, as calm as still water.

  Jiang Xueyu and Wu Yuanan walked down to see the handsome man walking in, stunned for a moment before a smile appeared on their faces: "Didn't you say you were busy and didn't need to come over?"

  The handsome man's smile was captivating: "You've been in the Northeast for a long time, your uncle and aunt miss you so much. Let me come pick you up to go home for dinner. Am I disturbing you? If so, I'll wait outside, whenever you're free, give me a call and I'll come get you."

  Zhang Shidong, who followed him in, immediately locked onto the opponent's identity. As expected, such a man, even if he was pretending, made people feel comfortable and at ease. Such a man, even if he didn't love you, was hard to refuse.

  "Director Zhang, I didn't recognize you at first, please don't blame me." Wu Yuan's posture was very low, and he stretched out his hands from a distance, not caring about the many employees in the hotel lobby. The smile on his face was only seen when big leaders from the province and city came to inspect.

  Everyone who has been with Zhang Shidong is clear that this is a person without too many principles, or more accurately, he is very open-minded and not too concerned about many things. Just like Lu Feng in the past, his sister-in-law would follow him around calling out to him, stroking his hair, and he wouldn't mind some things. His personality has some childish aspects that need to be coaxed and flattered, with soft words and gentle persuasion, but if someone is tough on him, no one will give in.

  Wu Yuan An showed a low profile, he also wouldn't treat everyone as an enemy. You know, there's one way to make enemies the fastest in this world, that is when beautiful women surround you, then you'll become a lightning rod and everyone will fire at you.

  "Wu is too polite, it's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." Zhang Shidong made a courteous remark, and Wu Yuan'an returned the favor by taking half a step forward: "The deputy general manager in charge of training, Wang Hao, organized this training session."

  Zhang Shidong smiled and slightly tightened his grip on her hand.

  "Wu Yuanan let out a sigh: "Does Zhang Shao have any programs arranged for tonight?"

  Zhang Shidong suddenly asked Jiang Xueyu: "Want to have dinner with me at home tonight?"

  Jiang Xueyu was taken aback, and Dou Yuan, a rustic phoenix man, also narrowed his eyes.

  Jiang Xueya wasn't stingy with praise: "Alright, come on, let me introduce you. This is Zhang Shidong and this is Du Yuan."

  "Hello!"

  "Hello!"

  Du Yuan maintained a professional smile, but beneath it was a hint of closeness and awkwardness: "I now know why Xiao Yu doesn't come back this way anymore. There's someone she likes keeping her company, so she's happy to stay away."

  "What's wrong?" Jiang Xueyu gave Du Yuan a close and intimate glance, this relative was a kind of affection that had been nurtured over the years, just like a little sister coquettishly asking her big brother.

  The powerful career queen, in the face of Zhang Shidong who had no choice but to deal with her and her "fiancé" whom she had been relying on since childhood, Jiang Xueyu completely lost the image of being high and mighty, cold and frosty that she had in Beihai. Many old employees who knew her in the hotel were shocked and felt that General Manager Jiang had changed too much, and was not at all the iron lady who dared to slap the table at the meeting of old managers.

  "Mr. Zhang, Uncle's temper is not very good, so when you go there in the evening, be patient and don't argue with him when he loses his temper." Du Yuan's reminder made people feel that his truly tolerant attitude could be read from the way he looked at Jiang Xueyue, he liked her. In front of his love rival, as the legitimate fiancé who had been recognized by the girl's parents, he could still maintain such an attitude, and everyone would sympathize with him. The gaze towards Zhang Shidong was filled with a bit more malice.

  "We'll talk about it later, I need to settle some accounts first!"