Xue Qiandai's first impression of Manager Gao was that he was a bit greasy.
But appearances can be deceiving, and besides, she was there to do sales.
A strong salesperson must always maintain professionalism, enthusiasm, and perseverance, regardless of the client's situation.
"Hello, Manager Gao. I am Xue Qiandai, the expansion manager of Lightyear Coffee."
Equal dialogue requires equal status. Xue Qiandai gave herself a title; whether it was specialist or manager, it was all the same person.
Manager Gao sized up Xue Qiandai. Although her appearance wasn't conventionally beautiful, her bone structure was excellent, and she naturally exuded an air of elegance. "Miss Xue, hello. I've reserved a private room; let's talk inside."
“Okay.” The club waiter led Xue Qiandai and Manager Gao into a very elegant private room.
The space has a modern and simple overall style, with AmarniCasa furniture, a gray sofa, and a Yixing purple clay teapot on the coffee table, paired with two small Jianzhan (a type of Chinese teacup).
Xue Qiandai glanced at it and said with a faint smile, "I originally planned to chat with Manager Gao about coffee, but I didn't expect Manager Gao to prefer tea. Interesting."
This opening remark was quite interesting, and a hint of admiration flashed in Manager Gao's eyes. "Miss Xue is indeed very meticulous. Actually, coffee and tea don't conflict; tea drinkers can also drink coffee."
The waiter brewed the tea, filled the cups for the two people, closed the door, and left the private room.
Xue Qiandai gently inhaled the aroma of the tea. The tea leaves were tightly rolled and slightly curled, with visible white down, and a bright green color. The tea liquor was a bright yellow-green with prominent down, and the infused leaves were tender green. "Yunwu Maojian?"
Manager Gao's surprise was evident on his face. After all, there are so many types of green tea, and for the girl in front of him to be able to identify the type of tea after just one look and one sip was already quite remarkable.
"I was quite surprised to learn that Miss Xue is a connoisseur of tea."
Xue Qiandai was introduced to tea at the age of four. Her father specially hired a tea master to teach her, as it was a required course in etiquette for socialites. She knows the characteristics and taste of every type of tea like the back of her hand. "Manager Gao, as you just said, people who drink tea can also drink coffee. I happen to be someone who understands both coffee and tea."
She spoke with great confidence, but given Xue Qiandai's composed demeanor, no one would doubt her.
Manager Gao drank his tea, put down his cup, and said, "To be honest, when the receptionist placed your letter on my desk, my first thought was that the person who wrote it was a very business-minded individual. Just based on this letter, I should meet with her and give her a chance. Now that I've met her, she certainly hasn't disappointed me."
This was high praise. Xue Qiandai, with her bright and charming eyes, continued, "I just hope that Manager Gao won't let me down."
Xue Qiandai responded to each sentence flawlessly.
Manager Gao placed his hand on his knee and patted it lightly. "Miss Xue, to be honest, I've taken a liking to you. Why should someone like you be confined to a small coffee shop? A large company like Huading Fund can provide you with the best platform. What do you say, are you interested?"
This was an olive branch being extended, and most people would probably accept it readily. But Xue Qiandai was an exception.
Back then, she was all alone and homeless. All she did was find a place where no one knew her, slowly accept the change in circumstances, and lick her wounds. It was only by chance that she ended up in a coffee shop and accepted this job that required her to be in public.
Now, the coffee shops, like her haute couture, have become part of her dream. She treats them as a brand and firmly believes she can succeed.
What she never lacked was brilliant ideas.
"Manager Gao, thank you for your appreciation. I strive for perfection in everything I do, seeing things through to the end. Even a small coffee shop can create endless possibilities. That's why I'm sitting here in front of you. I hope to become a partner of Huading Fund and its afternoon tea supplier, helping your company provide better benefits and services for your employees."
Neither humble nor arrogant, with a graceful demeanor.
For a moment, Manager Gao felt that she was like a queen, wearing a dazzling crown, whose pride could not be shaken by any wind, frost, rain or snow.
A glint of infatuation and greed flashed in Manager Gao's eyes. His hand moved toward Xue Qiandai's leg, as if Xue Qiandai were a high-class temptation he had never experienced before.
“Miss Qiandai, you’ve convinced me. As long as you’re with me, everything will be fine.”
Xue Qiandai stood up abruptly, took three steps back, and said with undisguised disdain, "Manager Gao, please have some self-respect."
Manager Gao, probably not expecting to be rejected, sneered, "Miss Qian Dai, to be honest, I've done my homework a bit more than you think. There aren't many people with the surname Xue in this world. The Xue family has fallen on hard times; where would you find a better match than me? If you come with me, forget afternoon tea; I can introduce you to all of Huading's business partners..."
You're not even a hair on Huo Meiren's head. What a pity, a major client has fallen through, but it's alright, there's more than one Huading in the CBD. Xue Qiandai slung her bag over her shoulder, her expression icy. "Mr. Gao, we can't agree on anything more. Goodbye."
Without hesitation, she lifted her leg and walked out of the private room.
Manager Gao was filled with lust at that moment. He had never seen such an exquisite woman before and only wanted to possess her immediately. He pounced on her and was about to wrap his arms around her waist.
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Xue Qiandai pulled out a fighting pen from her bag and swung it at the man's lower body.
A painful hiss was heard.
Xue Qiandai had arrived at the door of the private room. She went to open the door, only to find it locked.
The other party clearly came prepared.
Just as the hissing sound was heard, a young man passed by outside the door, accompanied by someone who looked like an assistant.
What was that sound?
He heard Xue Qiandai's cry for help, "Open the door!"
The man strode to the private room and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge; there were sounds of a struggle coming from inside. "Go find the club manager! Come open the door!"
The assistant hurriedly left, and the man, hearing the sound, kicked the door again. His bangs were a little messy, and his appearance was the kind of carefree, hippie-like type—Zhao Jiequn!
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