Studio, meeting room.
Chu Fang distributed the documents in his hand to Zhong Tingyue and the clients, and served them water and tea.
He sighed.
He was a billionaire, the CEO of Founder Investment Company, someone many people envied. How did he end up as a subordinate?
Every time Zhong Tingyue met with clients, this woman would take him along to do chores.
He didn't want to, but he had no choice. Chu Fang did nothing at the studio and just got paid for nothing, so he had to sacrifice his looks to get money.
Heartbreaking, weak, helpless... ..., just like a little cabbage.
Listening to the two sides discussing the project, using all sorts of complex terms, Chu Fang was getting drowsy until Zhong Tingyue nudged him and woke him up. The latter smiled and said to the client, "Mr. Lin, this is our studio's best employee. I think he can take good care of you."
"I don't..." Upon hearing this, Chu Fang opened his eyes, wanting to refute, but before he could finish speaking, he was met with those clear and gentle eyes, and instantly fell into them: "Fine."
Because Zhong Tingyue is a woman, while the vast majority of clients are men, there is a gender barrier in business entertainment. Therefore, the entertainment that requires Zhong Tingyue's attention is handled by Chu Fang.
Upon hearing that Zhong Tingyue had entrusted the social engagements to Chu Fang, Mr. Lin, the client, frowned slightly.
On the one hand, as a customer, I felt disrespected because I wasn't personally received by "Boss Zhong".
On the other hand, although Zhong Tingyue said that Chu Fang was the studio's best employee, it was obvious that he was a gigolo and did not want to entertain the group.
Mr. Lin suppressed his dissatisfaction and left the company with Chu Fang.
Seeing the group leave, Zhong Tingyue shook her head.
She knew perfectly well that her methods were wrong, but she didn't want to change them.
Her studio secured projects through her own abilities, not through meals and social engagements. If it weren't for the fact that the project was very profitable, she wouldn't have allowed Chu Fang to entertain several clients.
Every time she entertained clients, they would have to eat and drink or go to a business karaoke bar. When Chu Fang came back, she gave her a rather large bill. Who knows what they did in there?
In the elevator, Mr. Lin chatted quietly with several subordinates, deliberately ignoring Chu Fang, who didn't seem to care. After leaving the building, he walked to his car and gestured for the group to get in.
Mr. Lin and his subordinates were astonished in front of the car: "Is this your studio's business vehicle?"
“No, it’s my car,” Chu Fang replied. “Zhong Tingyue can’t afford it.”
Mr. Lin glanced at Chu Fang discreetly. Chu Fang was casually dressed, yet exuded an extraordinary aura. He spoke softly, "Excuse me, but you and President Zhong... ...
She is my fiancée.
Since their parents met, the two have stopped referring to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend and instead use fiancé and fiancée when introducing each other.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Lin immediately understood.
So today's guests were received by this rich guy.
Having learned all this, Mr. Lin's dissatisfaction disappeared. Although he was quite wealthy, he couldn't afford a Rolls-Royce, and being received by such a person naturally made him feel a sense of respect.
Their attitude towards Chu Fang improved considerably. The group got into the car, and Chu Fang drove to their destination. Along the way, he chatted with Mr. Lin.
We arrived at a private club.
Chu Fang instructed the manager and then entered a private room. After sitting for a while, a group of elegantly dressed women entered.
There are only a few things to entertain clients with: alcohol, male and female models, and that's about it.
Chu Fang arranged a private room. Mr. Lin left with one female model in his arms, while Chu Fang remained in the KTV, drinking beverages.
"Young Master Chu, would you like me to arrange one for you?" The club manager said when he saw that Chu Fang was alone. "We recently got a young lady here."
"What are its advantages?" Chu Fang asked.
"Graduated with a degree in dance."
"Okay." He nodded.
Anyway, I'm bored, so I'll just watch some dance to pass the time.
Before long, a beautiful woman walked in. Her face was elegant and refined, and she wore a gorgeous brocade dress. The dress was flowing and the colors were elegant yet noble. Her hair was styled in a high bun and adorned with pearls and jade. Her hair ornaments swayed gently, and every step she took seemed to be walking on clouds. She was dignified and elegant, just like a princess.
When I was little, I thought princesses lived in castles; when I grew up, I realized they lived in private boxes.
The beautiful woman played classical music, bowed to the Chu side, waved her long sleeves, and danced gracefully.
At first, Chu Fang didn't take it seriously. There are so many kinds of dance, in short videos, movies and TV series. But as the woman danced, he couldn't help but imagine Zhong Tingyue wearing gorgeous clothes, with flowing long sleeves, dancing gracefully.
A thought suddenly popped into his mind: "Zhong Tingyue must be a very beautiful dancer."
Ms. Zhong has an unparalleled face, with skin as white as snow, a graceful figure, exquisite curves, and smooth and elegant shoulder and neck lines. Her whole demeanor exudes a kind of health and vitality from the inside out.
Ms. Zhong has excellent 'physical attributes' for dancing.
"Hiss..." Chu Fang imagined the scene of Ms. Zhong dancing in his mind and instantly felt the joy of "the emperor no longer holds court in the morning" in ancient times.
Seeing Chu Fang so engrossed in the moment, the beautiful woman's lips curled into a slight smile.
She had seen far too many men look at her with that kind of dazed expression.
"Mr. Chu..."
Shattered by his illusions, Chu Fang came to his senses and was greeted by the beautiful woman who was looking at him: "I'm done dancing."
"Oh, okay." He nodded. "Can you continue jumping?"
"no problem."
The beautiful woman danced gracefully to the music, her posture, movements, and every gesture were perfectly executed, and even her face was filled with excitement.
According to the manager, this young master Chu is no ordinary person and has considerable wealth. If she could win him over, she wouldn't have to worry about the rest of her life.
After another dance, Chu Fang told her to keep dancing. And so it went, one dance after another, for more than two hours. The beautiful woman was panting heavily and almost rolled her eyes back.
Brother, could you please stop making me jump? You can touch me for a while, that's fine.
Chu Fang, on the other hand, was filled with excitement, and the more he watched, the more he wanted to see Zhong Tingyue dance.
He told the clients to eat and have fun, and that he would pay the bill. Then he left the club, leaving the beautiful woman watching him leave in shock: "Manager Chu, what about him?"
"Young Master Chu is somewhat special."
Because it was special, I was made to dance for more than two hours, and I didn't even receive a tip.
Who is this person?!
... ...
Chu Fang drove back to the studio, just as he was getting off work in the afternoon.
Zhong Tingyue was organizing documents when she saw him and asked, "Have you settled things with those clients?"
"Don't worry about me." Chu Fang patted his chest, craned his neck, and said with a grin, "Ms. Zhong, I've secured another esteemed client for you. How do you plan to reward me?"
"I told you to eat, drink, and have fun, and you still expect a reward? You've taken all the good deals, haven't you?" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes.
Chu Fang spoke righteously: "How can you say it's cheap? I didn't drink or play around with women. I put in a lot of effort to help you win over clients. You have to give me a reward so that I'll be motivated to help you entertain clients in the future."
Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and pressed them against Chu Fang's face: "Is that enough?"
“Okay… no!” Chu Fang shook his head, then narrowed his eyes into slits: “Ms. Zhong, could you learn some ancient dance and perform a dance for me?”
"Oh~~~" Zhong Tingyue drawled out the last syllable, "So you were waiting for me here?"
He paused for a moment, then refused: "No way!"
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