Chapter 15 Provocative Cooperation

When the elevator door opened and Zhu Yanshi stepped out, he could see a huge office not far in front of him.

The workstations outside were all occupied by secretarial staff. Zhu Yanshi once again marveled at Song Zhiyu's wealth.

This office building in the city center is the territory of Xinqi Technology. No wonder the other party took out 100,000 yuan without blinking an eye.

But if you think about it practically, it seems quite normal.

In other exaggerated stories about domineering CEOs, the CEO is rich and powerful, and his fingers are loose. He can easily send a little lover for at least tens of millions.

In this comparison, Song Zhiyu is indeed a bit poor.

Zhu Yanshi felt that he was born at the wrong time. If he had been born into a Mary Sue novel, he could have reached the peak of his life with this strategy.

Why do we need to be so humble like we are now?

While thinking, he knocked on the door of the president's office. Zhu Yanshi stood outside the door in a daze, and could feel the curious gazes falling on him one after another.

Looking around, the secretary's office is full of beautiful women with slim waists, long legs, curvy bodies, and curvy figures, and pretty boys with chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and long legs.

When a man's low voice came from the office door, Zhu Yanshi pushed the door open with a look of contempt.

Why does he do that?

Why does he eat so well?!

Zhu Yanshi could only look down on him secretly, and when the other party looked over, he put the plan on Song Zhiyu's desk in a servile manner.

"Mr. Song is such a busy man!"

"Have you forgotten the commission you gave me during this period?"

"You can't pursue someone like this... How can you just leave the person you're pursuing alone?"

"I have a job. I'm not someone who's busy with love every day."

Song Zhiyu lit a cigarette. He squinted his eyes, took a puff of the cigarette, and wisps of white mist came out of his lips.

Zhu Yanshi felt offended.

"But my time is valuable."

The fake smile on his face disappeared and he spoke in a deadpan manner.

"If you keep delaying, all my subsequent work will have to be postponed..."

"Is this how you plan to make a living?"

Song Zhiyu shook the cigarette butt, and the ash fell into the trash can next to him.

The man's tone was calm, but serious.

Zhu Yanshi shrugged, realizing the meaning of the other party's words.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, leaning back in the chair in front of his desk and tilting his head.

"Isn't this relying on Mr. Song giving me a job?"

The two people's eyes met, and sparks crackled in the path of their eyes.

Song Zhiyu brought the cigarette between his fingertips to his lips, curled his lips and chuckled, raising the corners of his eyes.

"I've recently encountered a difficult problem, I can hand it over to you."

"Cooperation requires trust. I trust you, but do you trust me?"

Song Zhiyu pressed the half-remaining cigarette into the ashtray. Through the white mist, a shrewd light flashed in his dark pupils.

The man still had a faint smile on his face.

Zhu Yanshi just felt it was cunning.

Evil capitalists.

"Of course I do."

"I have a project that needs to be completed by an engineer I fired earlier."

Song Zhiyu put his hands on the desk, tapping the wooden table with his fingertips again and again, and the sound clearly floated into his ears.

Zhu Yanshi didn't respond in time, his mind was working very quickly.

This sentence releases two important messages. The first one is being fired.

Second, the fact that this person was able to find me clearly showed that none of the capable assistants in the company could accomplish this task.

Combining the two, the explanation for being fired is not that simple.

"Are you insulting his character?"

"I told him to get out during the meeting." Song Zhiyu replied.

"Did he betray the company? Leak confidential documents?" Zhu Yanshi continued to ask.

"He is late for work and leaves early. He always makes various small mistakes at work. He is very unprofessional." Song Zhiyu said in a low voice.

“…”

Zhu Yanshi was speechless and repeated it again in his mind.

Evil capitalists.

"Oh." Song Zhiyu added.

"Before he left, he said he would never come back."

The voice was so light, as if saying that the weather was very good today.

Zhu Yanshi pondered for a moment, then borrowed a computer from Song Zhiyu, and the boy sat on the coffee table next to him.

After a while, the sound of keyboard tapping was heard.

Song Zhiyu leaned back in his chair, turning a pen in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the boy's profile.

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of asking Zhu Yanshi to try it.

Could it be because he'd been so prone to flattery lately? Even someone as picky as himself could tolerate his clever antics and still be comforted?

In this era, having a eloquent mouth is much more advantageous than having strong business skills.

Song Zhiyu found an appropriate reason for his behavior, and then let the other party sit in front of the coffee table and keep typing on the computer.

The office was quiet and you could hear the faint sound of rain hitting the glass outside the window.

Zhu Yanshi printed out the contract, signed his own signature on Party B, and then handed the contract to Song Zhiyu.

"Sign and stamp it. I'll do you a favor."

The young man stood by the table, his face showing a bit of high-spirited expression, his lips raised, and he looked bold and confident.

Song Zhiyu hated seeing the taste of life in such low-level people, but he couldn't help but be attracted by such temperament.

He opened the contract and read the terms roughly. When his eyes fell on the exorbitant amount, Song Zhiyu smiled.

"How can you, a college student who hasn't even graduated yet, be so confident as to ask for so much?"

Song Zhiyu threw the contract on the table, and his lazy eyes slowly gathered a hint of seriousness as he stared at Zhu Yanshi's face.

“I can do this, and I can do it well.”

“That’s my confidence.”

Zhu Yanshi licked his lips.

"I don't know about others, but when I was young, I was worth the money."

The office fell silent again, and the two people's eyes met again, starting the second round of the game.

Zhu Yanshi was not afraid of the other party at all. The storms he had experienced before were much greater than these.

What kind of person hasn't looked at him like that?

He is just like Xiaoqiang, living tenaciously and proving his own value time and time again through his own abilities.

Anyone can look down on Zhu Yanshi, but he himself won't.

Song Zhiyu didn't move, but saw the young man standing in front of the table snap his fingers.

“OK.”

"Like you said just now, you believe in me, and I believe in you as well."

"The contract will take effect once it's signed. I'll do the work for you first, and I'll pay you after I'm done."

"During this period, you can tell me if you are dissatisfied with anything."

Zhu Yanshi has already made the biggest concession, and his series of conversations were very professional.

Song Zhiyu grabbed the pen on the table, unscrewed the cap, and added a sentence while signing the contract.

"I'll have Special Assistant Zhang act simultaneously. Whoever finishes first will get the remittance."

The man left a strong signature on the contract paper. After stamping it, the man called the president's office outside.

After Assistant Zhang pushed the door open, Song Zhiyu handed the contract to him.

"Submit the contract to the Legal Department. From today on, you will be responsible for following up on Xu Jun's case. Whoever brings him back first will receive the bonus stipulated in the contract."

His eyes fell on Zhu Yanshi's face.

Evil capitalists.

Zhu Yanshi repeated the complaints in his mind.

After stuffing another contract into his backpack and turning to leave, Zhu Yanshi walked to the desk again, bent down, and tapped the business plan on the table with his fingers.

"This is my second token of sincerity. I won't hold it against you for wasting my time. Once you've resolved this crisis, feel free to come back to me with your project proposal."

Zhu Yanshi raised the corner of his eye, turned around and followed Assistant Zhang out.

The secretary's office had a lot of space, so Zhu Yanshi followed Special Assistant Zhang to his office.

Special Assistant Zhang is a man in his early thirties, with an elegant demeanor and a habitual fake smile on his face.

After sharing the matter about Xu Jun with Zhu Yanshi, Zhu Yanshi came out of the other's office and saw the staff of the secretariat get up and leave their workstations.

Zhu Yanshi turned around and happened to see the door of the president's office open. Song Zhiyu came out of the office while putting on his suit jacket. When he saw Zhu Yanshi at the door, he was slightly stunned.

"You haven't left yet?"

Zhu Yanshi is a very perceptive person.

He walked over with a smile.

"I need to find out more about Xu Jun."

"Are you going back to school? Together?"

Zhu Yanshi asked casually.

Song Zhiyu felt that this person was too fake. His thoughts were written all over his face, and he even answered questions irrelevantly.

"I'm going to eat."

The boy nodded and walked into the president's special elevator with him without any hesitation.

He turned his head and pretended to look at his face reflected on the reflective wall.

Song Zhiyu turned his head.

"Let's eat together?"

"Okay." Zhu Yanshi knew how to go down the slope.

According to his thinking, if there is a slope, he will lie down miserably and then roll down.

While Song Zhiyu despised Zhu Yanshi's spinelessness, he also wanted to take people to the most luxurious Western restaurant near the company.

There was a huge piano in the middle of the western restaurant. A man in a tuxedo and suit was sitting in front of the piano, playing a soothing piano piece with elegant movements.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, the manager who had been waiting at the door came over, smiled, bent down, and bowed at a 45-degree angle.

"What does Mr. Song want to eat?"

When Song Zhiyu subconsciously turned around to look at Zhu Yan, the other party cooperated with him, opened his bright big eyes, and looked at him with great admiration.

Song Zhiyu's lips curled up.

"He'll have some."

When the ordering tablet was handed to Zhu Yan, the young man rolled up his sleeves and ordered a few expensive dishes that he wanted without hesitation.

After ordering the dishes, Zhu Yanshi saw someone who had been sitting opposite him and transformed into a peacock, showing off the big screen.

The other person looked at him with disgust, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhu Yanshi understood the thoughts of this kind of people best.

So childish.

But he praised it in his mouth.

"Mr. Song is the most generous of all the financial sponsors I've worked with."

As soon as the voice fell, the face of the person opposite who had a changeable mood suddenly fell, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly.

"Then you're quite popular."

Sarcastic.

Song Zhiyu once said that what he hated most in his life was fence-sitters.

Obviously, Zhu Yanshi had accurately stepped on his weak spot and continued to sway like a seaweed dance.

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