Lin An left the president's office, intending to talk to Xu Mo about some work before leaving.
He pushed open the door to the vice president's office, which was empty, but Xu Mo's laughter came from behind him.
Lin An looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xu Mo standing at the entrance of the conference room, beaming with joy, surrounded by several female entertainment anchors, laughing and joking.
The company's female anchors are selected through a rigorous process and are all top beauties. As a member of the company's management, Xu Mo is naturally very popular.
Lin An was puzzled as to why he, as the president of Xiao An Company, wasn't as popular as Xu Mo. Why didn't any female anchors fawn over him? Was it really true, as Xu Mo said, that men needed to be warmer to be in demand? Lin An's philosophy was that men conquer everything with their strength. What was the point of being a "warm man"? What was the difference between that and being a "boiling sheep"?
Xu Mo spoke animatedly, while several beautiful women laughed heartily.
Lin An coughed loudly, and Xu Mo finally noticed that Lin An was waving at him from a few steps away.
Xu Mo stopped smiling and followed Lin An into the office.
"I have to go out today. I think there's no problem with the work arrangement you made. Let's stick with it."
While talking about work, Lin An sized up Xu Mo. This guy was different. His hair was neatly combed, and his clothes were stylish and well-designed. He looked like a tycoon's heir. Given Xu Mo's taste, it was practically impossible for him to dress up to this extent. He must have had some expert guidance.
"Okay, you can go out without worry, I'll take care of the arrangements."
Xu Mo spoke with a strong voice, proving that wealth truly makes one more confident. Since the company grew, he has become much more self-assured.
Lin An opened a schedule, pointed to a name, and said:
"There's one thing I want to ask you: why is this little dumpling streamer's promotion fee so high, several times that of other streamers at the same time? I looked at her live streaming data, and there's nothing outstanding about it. What's your reasoning?"
Xu Mo scratched his ear, his body unconsciously leaning towards Lin An. He gathered his features together, squeezing out a begging expression with his eyes wide open: "Hey, just pretend you didn't see it, okay? Deduct the extra promotional expenses from my salary, alright?"
Lin An suddenly realized why Xu Mo had changed so much recently. It seemed that this little dumpling-shaped anchor was the expert. So while he was working overtime day and night, Vice President Xu was also busy, discussing a multi-million dollar project with a beautiful anchor in some hotel.
"Oh, it's your sister-in-law." Lin An looked enlightened. It seemed that Xu Mo had completely shaken off the shadow cast by Lin Xia and started a new and colorful chapter in his life.
Lin An joked, "President Xu is really quick. Okay, enough of that nonsense. Since she's his sister-in-law, the company has to give her a big push."
He thought for a moment, then stared at Xu Mo and said, "Your clothes look very good."
"Right? The brand that Little Dumpling chose, I'll take you to check it out next time."
After speaking, Xu Mo stood up, spun around with a smug look on his face, like a male peacock spreading its tail feathers, showing himself off in every way. He looked at his exquisitely made and well-matched clothes and trousers, his face full of pride.
Suddenly, the corners of Lin An's mouth turned up, revealing a sly smile:
"Don't do it next time, there's no time. We're about the same height, take it off, I'll wear it out."
"What?" Xu Mo was completely stunned. Could it be done like that?
Before he could agree, Lin An got up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
At this moment, the clumsy assistant, Su Qing, knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response.
"Mr. Lin, please sign!"
She was too fast; before Lin An could retract his hand from unbuttoning the shirt, Xu Mo stood with his arms crossed in a gesture of refusal.
This scene truly frightened the little girl, who immediately opened her mouth wide in shock and stood frozen in place.
Xu Mo looked flustered and hurriedly explained, "No, no, it's all a misunderstanding, it's not what you think."
"I'm sorry, I didn't see anything, I have to go now." The little girl came and went in a hurry.
"Hey, come back here, I'll explain." Xu Mo wanted to chase after his secretary.
Lin An grabbed him: "Give me the clothes, hurry up, I'm in a rush."
Xu Mo took a deep breath and decided to bear with it; after all, Lin An was his brother.
The two quickly exchanged clothes. As expected, clothes make the man. Xu Mo looked at Lin An in front of him and suddenly saw that he had gained a more elite air. He could easily be featured in a financial magazine and would not be inferior to any young talent.
Xu Mo looked at himself in the reflection of the glass and instantly looked much more disheveled. He said dejectedly, "I've given you the clothes. Can I go now?"
"Wait a moment!"
What else do you want to do?
Lin An stretched out his hand, looked at Xu Mo, and said, "Car keys."
Xu Mo angrily reached into his pocket, only to find it empty, before realizing, "It's in your pants pocket."
Lin An pulled out the Maybach key from his pants and said with satisfaction, "Alright, you can go now."
Then Lin An tidied his hair and walked out of the office with a triumphant air.
The moment he stepped outside, he attracted the attention of the livestreamers and female employees.
"Wow, Mr. Lin looks so handsome today."
"I told you Mr. Lin is more handsome than Mr. Xu, but you didn't believe me. Mr. Lin has such good features. He just doesn't care about his image like Mr. Xu does."
"Wow, if President Lin is like this, I won't be able to concentrate on my work..."
Still reeling from what had just happened, Su Qing sat at her desk listening to her colleagues discuss President Lin, her expression incredibly complex.
"Um, um, you'd better not have any improper thoughts about President Lin and President Xu."
"Why do you want to occupy two?" a colleague next to her asked.
"No, I can't say, just don't waste your feelings..."
......
In the sweltering June wind, Lin An gripped the steering wheel, driving his Maybach with his favorite music playing inside. He was on his way to pick up the person he wanted to see.
Yes, that's the feeling, the feeling of being in control of your destiny, it's fucking awesome.
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