"Sister, please contact the supervisor and assistant first!"

Ni An whispered a reminder, then stepped forward with a beaming smile, "Mr. Wang, it's been a long time."

Mingyao quickly dialed her supervisor's number to explain that Boss Wang had arrived early. At the same time, a burning gaze was cast upon her with ill intent.

That gaze was extremely aggressive, as if it wanted to scan every inch of Mingyao's skin through her clothes.

A flash of anger crossed Mingyao's eyes as she looked up and met Boss Wang's fervent gaze.

Their eyes met, and Boss Wang grinned, revealing two gold-plated front teeth.

"Oh, the new receptionist."

A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and his smile grew increasingly lewd and greasy.

Mingyao smiled and introduced herself softly, "Hello, Mr. Wang, my name is Su Xueya."

"Su Xueya, what a nice name."

Boss Wang stared intently at Mingyao, then pushed away the secretary in his arms with obvious disdain. "Go away, what are you doing hugging me? It's indecent! Don't embarrass the company!"

The secretary staggered a couple of steps before regaining her balance, and then glared at Mingyao with resentment.

Mingyao frowned slightly and gave her a dry laugh.

She was innocently dragged into this mess without doing anything; blame it on the bald, lecherous Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang shrugged his shoulders, straightened his back, and strode toward the counter.

He walks with his feet pointing outwards, his gait is awkward, and his round beer belly wobbles with each step, making him look particularly comical.

"Xiao Su, how many days have you been on the job?"

"More than a week."

Mr. Wang leaned against the counter, arms crossed, deliberately showing off the gleaming gold watch on his wrist. "There's no future in being a receptionist."

Upon hearing this, how could Mingyao not understand the implied meaning in his words? Yet she still maintained a polite and generous smile, saying in an icy tone, "I don't have any grand ambitions. Earning some pocket money as a receptionist is enough for me."

"Xiao Su looks to be only in her early twenties, the perfect age for striving. How can she do without any fighting spirit?"

His eyes narrowed, his lustful gaze lingering on Mingyao's face and chest. "While you're young, you should climb up the ladder without fear of hardship or fatigue, so that you can enjoy life when you're old."

As soon as he finished speaking, Boss Wang stared at Mingyao's radiant smile with a half-smile.

"Being pretty isn't enough; you need to use your brain to make more money while you're young."

Mr. Wang practically had "I want you to be my sugar daddy" written all over his face.

Mingyao felt contempt.

Don't you even know your own limitations before trying to keep a young woman as a mistress?

If she weren't still at her post, Mingyao would have punched his pig-like face twice.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wang." Mingyao suppressed the disgust in her eyes and looked at Mr. Wang earnestly. "There are plenty of ambitious people out there, but I just happen to be one of them."

She looked at Boss Wang with her eyes crinkling, blinked, and said with a sincere expression that didn't seem fake, "For someone like me who just coasts along, being a receptionist is already more than enough."

Mr. Wang frowned, a hint of suspicion creeping into his gaze as he looked at Mingyao.

He considered himself to have seen countless beautiful women, but this was the first time he had seen a beauty like Mingyao who remained harmless even after entering society.

Unless she is a pampered young lady raised by her family, naive to the ways of the world, and working as a receptionist just to experience life.

But the next second, Mr. Wang quickly dismissed the idea that she was a rich young lady.

What rich girl would want to work as a receptionist? Even if she wanted to, her family would never allow it.

Thinking of this, Boss Wang's gaze sharpened even more. He stared intently at Ming Yao, his penetrating gaze seeming to see through her face and reveal her true nature.

Another possibility is that Mingyao is a very skilled player and is extremely adept at feigning innocence and weakness.

Meeting Boss Wang's all-seeing gaze, Mingyao's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose within her.

She smiled shyly and lowered her head, feigning timidity.

No wonder he's a cunning old fox who can cooperate with Pei Siyu; he's got some skills.

The way Boss Wang stared at her just now was extremely strange, making Mingyao feel like he could see right through her.

Mr. Wang smiled slyly, “Don’t be nervous, I’m just chatting with you. Young people have a lot of ideas, trendy thoughts, and novel insights into many things. Chatting with you is also beneficial for an old-fashioned person like me.”

"It seems that Mr. Wang is a person who keeps up with the times."

Mingyao praised him sincerely, and her opinion of Boss Wang changed slightly.

The boss who can stand at Haichang and discuss cooperation with Pei Siyu is definitely not an ordinary person.

Although Mr. Wang may not look particularly impressive, his ability to manage the company is definitely not lacking.

It's a pity that he made a mistake that most men make—being lustful.

Lust is a double-edged sword; if Boss Wang doesn't exercise restraint, he'll inevitably stumble here sooner or later.

"Mr. Wang, what a rare guest!"

The supervisor, leading several colleagues, strode over with a broad smile and said, "Why didn't you contact the project manager before Mr. Wang was coming?"

"Knowing you were coming, the person in charge and I personally came to meet you."

Mr. Wang chuckled twice in agreement, "I'm just the owner of a small company. I feel bad for making Manager Zhang worry about me."

“Mr. Wang, you’re not right.”

Manager Zhang corrected.

"It's like a watermelon. No matter how you cut it, it's only one size, but the sweetest and most delicious part is the flesh in the middle."

"Mr. Wang's company is not large, but its chip technology far surpasses that of other technology companies like Haidu, and it is at the forefront of international high-end chip technology."

"I dare not neglect you."

Hearing the conversation between Manager Zhang and Boss Wang, Mingyao's breath hitched.

In his previous life, Pei Siyu led a team to research artificial intelligence, which required a large number of high-end chips.

Haidu and most other domestic technology companies lag far behind developed countries like the W and E countries in chip technology, and the chips they produce are completely unusable in AI technology.

In order to continue research and development, Pei Siyu had no choice but to import chips from abroad at high prices.

Countries W and E are also investing heavily in artificial intelligence research and development; they will not tolerate developed countries developing artificial intelligence to compete for the market.

Therefore, developed countries such as W and E have begun to restrict chip supply and limit the development of artificial intelligence in other countries in order to monopolize the market.

Without the technical support of foreign chips, Pei Siyu's research and development was extremely difficult, and he almost ruined Haichang Group's artificial intelligence market in Haidu.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Currently, chip transactions between countries are still in a normal phase.

Pei Siyu has a keen foresight in the business field. Several years ago, he keenly perceived the market for artificial intelligence and took the lead in its research and development.

Mingyao remembers it clearly.

Before the wave of artificial intelligence swept through the domestic internet industry, Pei Siyu had the opportunity to seize control of the domestic high-end chip technology industry.

I heard that it went very smoothly in the early stages, but failed for some unknown reason in the middle.

Furthermore, that industry was soon acquired by a technology company from country W, and less than six months after the acquisition, foreign companies joined forces to begin restricting its access to resources.

During that time, Pei Siyu exuded a low-pressure atmosphere, always with a stern face, as if someone owed him billions.