Chapter 358 Unspoken Rules
Now that things have been said to this extent, it would be really ungrateful for Qiao Xing to refuse again.
She gritted her teeth, picked up the wine glass on the table, and forced a smile. "Alright, I'll toast President Jiang first."
President Jiang instantly went from anger to laughter. He chuckled, raised his glass, and clinked it against Qiao Xing's, saying, "I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
Qiao Xing took a sip of the drink and found it to be a slightly sweet cocktail with a low alcohol content.
It was similar to the pineapple beer she had drunk before, the kind Qiao Xing drank like a beverage, and could drink a dozen at a time.
"Am I right? This wine won't get you drunk," President Jiang said with a smile.
Qiao Xing nodded and put down his wine glass. "Then let's talk about business first."
President Jiang shook his head disapprovingly, "What's the rush? Your team leader hasn't arrived yet."
"But didn't you just say..."
President Jiang interrupted her, "She's already on her way. Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate not to wait for her?"
Qiao Xing thought about it and agreed.
President Jiang picked up the tablet again, glanced at Qiao Xing, and said, "How about we sing a song? I'll pick one for you. What do you want to sing?"
Qiao Xing waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't sing well, Mr. Jiang, please sing."
Although her singing wasn't bad, it wasn't good either. It was normal for her to sing off-key, and she even cracked her voice. She herself felt embarrassed listening to it.
Mr. Jiang clearly didn't believe her. "How could that be? Your voice is so beautiful, you must be a great singer too."
"Mr. Jiang, you flatter me. I sang really badly."
Mr. Jiang was a little unhappy again. "You girl, you don't drink or sing. Have you never gone out for social events before?"
Qiao Xing blushed and nodded shyly.
But she could hear the threat in President Jiang's words; she was imperfect in this and imperfect in that, which made President Jiang somewhat unhappy.
Qiao Xing pursed her lips, internally struggling for a moment. She mustered her courage, picked up the wine vessel on the table, and said, "Mr. Jiang, let me toast you again. I'm so sorry to have spoiled the mood for you."
Mr. Jiang glanced at her twice, then picked up his wine glass and took a sip himself.
Qiao Xing drank all the wine in his hand in one go.
The wine didn't really taste like much, so Mr. Jiang poured her a few more glasses.
When Qiao Xing finished her sixth drink, she felt a little full. "President Jiang, shall I call Team Leader Bai and ask where she is?"
President Jiang waved his hand, "No need, let's talk first. It looks like she won't be able to come."
Qiao Xing frowned, sensing that President Jiang was a little angry. She quickly picked up her notebook, opened it, and placed it on her lap. "Then, President Jiang, please begin."
Did you look at the materials I gave you this afternoon?
Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment, and an embarrassed look appeared on her face. "I...I saw a little bit."
Mr. Jiang immediately noticed that she hadn't looked carefully, and chuckled helplessly. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Alright, for this product, my main considerations are simplicity, clarity, and convenience."
Qiao Xing nodded, his fingers tapping on the keyboard to record his words.
"Anything else?"
"And it also needs to be unique, memorable, and oh, and easy to use..."
Qiao Xing was typing away when President Jiang's voice started to become muffled.
Qiao Xing rubbed her eyes, trying hard to hear what President Jiang was saying, but the other party's voice was just a muffled buzzing sound in her ears, like a mosquito buzzing in her ear.
Moreover, his vision began to blur, and he saw a double image of President Jiang in front of him.
Mr. Jiang held out his hand and waved it in front of her. "Miss Qiao, are you listening?"
Qiao Xing rubbed her eyes hard again, and President Jiang's face swayed in front of her. "President Jiang, I think I'm a little drunk..."
She spoke weakly, but still managed to close her notebook with her last shred of sanity. "How about we talk about that tomorrow? I..."
Qiao Xing tried to stand up by supporting herself on the sofa, but her legs went weak and she collapsed back down.
Mr. Jiang quickly sat down beside her and reached out to support her, "Are you alright?"
Qiao Xing struggled to open her eyes, trying to push him away, but her raised hand fell back down.
Something flashed through my mind, but my mind was a blur, and I couldn't think straight.
Mr. Jiang supported her shoulders and looked at the woman in his arms.
In the dimly lit private room, President Jiang could clearly see her features. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her features were very delicate. Her ponytail was a little loose, with stray hairs swirling around her ears.
Her outfit was a bit outdated; she was wearing a loose, pale yellow sweater and jeans.
Nevertheless, her curvaceous figure and long, straight legs under her jeans were still noticeable.
The reason he targeted Qiao Xing was because of her outfit—the look of a newcomer to the workplace.
The fact that General Manager Liao brought her here from so far away, according to General Manager Jiang's understanding, already made the meaning quite clear.
Isn't it just an unspoken rule?
This kind of thing happens often, and many newcomers to the workplace are quite resistant to it. But if you use a little trickery to sleep with her, and then make some promises afterward, along with coercion and enticement, it's a good thing.
They would either choose to swallow their anger or broaden their perspective and make full use of their advantages.
Mr. Jiang touched her face; her skin was very smooth.
He had to admit that Mr. Liao had a good eye for talent.
Qiao Xing still had some senses, but she was too weak to even open her eyelids.
She tried to speak, but the sounds that came out were only soft moans, which only fueled the man's desire.
President Jiang couldn't wait any longer. He placed Qiao Xing on the sofa, took out his phone and took two photos of her, then turned on the camera and placed it opposite the sofa so that he could record her clearly.
He helped Qiao Xing up and took off her sweater for her.
Mr. Jiang swallowed hard, surprised that this woman was even more attractive than he had imagined.
He excitedly reached out to remove her last piece of clothing when the door to the private room slammed shut with a loud bang!
Mr. Jiang was startled and turned around abruptly, only to see two men standing at the door.
"Oh my god!" Yang Han quickly covered her eyes and turned away, not daring to look at the private room.
Mr. Jiang was stunned for two seconds before he reacted. He stood up and looked at them, "Who are you? Who let you in!"
Qin Ce strode over with a gloomy face.
Seeing his menacing approach, President Jiang instinctively took a step back.
"I'm telling you, this is me..."
Before Mr. Jiang could finish speaking, the man kicked him. Mr. Jiang's remaining words turned into a scream of pain as he flew onto the sofa, bounced off, and hit his head on the corner of the table, almost fainting.
He covered his forehead and looked up at Qin Ce with resentment.
Qin Ce took off his coat and covered Qiao Xing with it, then turned to look at President Jiang.
The coldness emanating from him startled President Jiang so much that he forgot what he was going to say. In particular, the fleeting murderous intent in his eyes made President Jiang seem to understand something.
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