Xiaoying was very happy. "We're best friends, right? We should try to become the closest of family!"
Sheng Tianxing replied, "[Yes, let's work hard together and try to go from friends to family.]"
Who would have thought?
Xiaoying's crush was actually on Sheng Jiarong, who was 11 years older than her, instead of Sheng Jing, who was a top star.
You have a good eye.
However, Sheng Jiarong has very high standards; even when he's just looking for casual sex partners, he prefers someone who is both talented and good-looking. It will be a bit difficult for Xiaoying to win him over...
But no matter how difficult it is, it's not as difficult as her wanting to win over Ninth Master.
[Hopefully Xiaoying will step up...]
She sighed, put away her phone, and got out of the car with Sheng Ai.
at this time.
Sheng Jiarong, hailed as a "business genius," sat in a simple yet elegant office, holding a teacup and listening intently to the mayor's instructions.
However, what he heard was different from what others heard.
[I'm desperately needing to pee, but the meeting's only been going on for a little over ten minutes. I can't just stop, can I?]
I've been abroad for over ten days, and although I eat Chinese food every day, I still crave snail rice noodles...
[I'm dying to think about it!]
[Especially that snail rice noodle shop called "Really Snails" – it tastes almost exactly like the ones from my hometown. It doesn't rely on fancy technology; I get starving if I don't eat it for three days…]
That shop only closes at 10:30 PM, and it's already 10 PM, so it's definitely too late...
I really, really want to eat snail rice noodles...
[If someone can prepare a bowl of snail rice noodles that actually contains snails, I guarantee they'll get a promotion and make a fortune...]
[The snail rice noodles must be extra spicy, and they must be served with water spinach. Anyone who dares to put lettuce or cabbage in them, I'll beat them to death!]
[Also, remember to add plenty of pickled bamboo shoots, plus a serving of fried dough sticks and two braised duck feet until tender...]
[Anyone who dares to put out chicken feet, I'll beat them to death...]
[Oh, and you should also have a bottle of soy milk to neutralize and reduce the spiciness...]
I really want to eat it...
Sheng Jiarong held up the document in his left hand, pretending to look at it, but actually used the document to block his right hand, which was typing on his phone.
What words should I type?
Of course, he should have his personal secretary immediately go to "Zhenyouluo" and buy two bowls of extra spicy snail rice noodles with water spinach, extra pickled bamboo shoots, oil puffs, and two crispy duck feet, plus a bottle of bean powder, and bring them here as quickly as possible.
The personal secretary, who was waiting in the next lounge, couldn't help but make a face when she saw the text message.
Luosifen (river snail rice noodles)?
He hates snail rice noodles the most!
He had once wanted to try the legendary snail rice noodles.
However, as soon as I reached the store entrance, I was overwhelmed by the stench, which smelled like athlete's foot, and I took a few steps back...
No matter how much he wants to try.
In the end, I didn't have the courage to try...
As far as he knew, President Sheng didn't like snail rice noodles either, so why did he order this so late?
And they buy two large bowls at a time...
Could it be that he also got a share of those two big bowls?
No!
The secretary groaned inwardly as she put on her mask, quickly left the lounge, and headed straight for the parking lot downstairs.
In the conference room.
Sheng Jiarong put down his phone, his gaze falling on the black and white words on the paper, a flash of boredom and disgust crossing his eyes.
When I first gained the ability to read minds.
He was very pleased with himself.
I also enjoy the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment that comes from the feeling that "no one's thoughts can be hidden from me" and "if I want to, I can manipulate anyone at will".
However, as time went on...
Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still disgusted by what he "heard" about the wickedness, filth, and ugliness of human nature...
Of course, even so, he felt that having the ability to "read minds" was an incredibly lucky thing.
With such powerful abilities, he can see through everyone's true thoughts, persuade them, conquer them, control them, and even dominate them...
Like a king.
This feels so good!
He was so pleased that he could tolerate everything disgusting, filthy, ugly, shameless, and vile that he heard...
For example, right now.
Mayor He could only think about snail rice noodles...
The guy across from me is thinking about how nice his female secretary's butt is, and what it would feel like to touch and have sex with it...
The person diagonally opposite was cursing Mayor He, wishing him trouble and that he would end up in jail...
The person at the very back was thinking about how to skim some extra cash without being caught...
The situation over there is even more disgusting; they're actually having a tryst with "Five-Finger Girl" under the table...
...
Another ten minutes or so passed.
Sheng Jiarong finally received a message from his secretary: "[It's been purchased and is being brought upstairs.]"
A deep, faint smile appeared on his lips, then he swayed twice, the chair was moved slightly, making a "creak" sound.
The listless crowd all looked at him.
He pressed one hand to his temple and raised the other, saying apologetically, "Mayor He, I have low blood sugar and it's acting up now. I might faint if I don't get some sugar."
"The sugar is with my secretary."
"May I rest for a bit and have a couple of candies?"
The absent-minded Mayor He seized the opportunity to say, "In that case, let's take a 10-minute break and continue after 10 minutes."
Everyone looked relieved, as if they could finally be free for a while, and stood up.
Why are people having a meeting so late?
That's because Mayor He just returned from abroad this evening, and his schedule will be very busy from now on. He won't have any free time after tonight.
The project that everyone was discussing was urgent.
We've reached the stage where we need to make a decision.
Sheng Jiarong spent several days in Huacheng and finally managed to persuade officials and bigwigs from all walks of life to acknowledge the strength, philosophy, and conditions offered by the Sheng Group.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com