"Young Master, this...this isn't quite right, is it?" Tony looked troubled.
He carefully chose his words: "If this kind of person were in the Hong Kong government, it would be a matter of just a word from you, young master. But this is the mainland, and we need approval to go anywhere. It's inconvenient for many things. Let Miss Seven do it."
This isn't the Hong Kong government; mainlanders don't need letters of introduction to go on business trips or anywhere else.
The young master made a triumphant return to Hong Kong, dealing a heavy blow to those who wanted to bring him down. Chairman Ning Zhengkun and the paralyzed old man both praised his crisis management skills.
At this time of great vigor and confidence, there's no need to leave any leverage over us.
Ning Bingyu chuckled softly, his slender, pale fingers casually flicking his cigar, the crimson flame casting a shadow on his handsome face—
“Tony, when did you become so naive? Which of those criminals needs a letter of introduction? Besides, I never said I was going to do it myself.”
Tony paused for a moment, then realized what his boss meant: "Young Master wants to..."
Ning Bingyu slowly exhaled a smoke ring, which further accentuated the unfathomable depth of his peach blossom eyes—
"Lu Jingui, that female cockroach, puts on a respectable face but has done countless despicable things behind the scenes. Do I really need to do the deed myself to kill cockroaches?"
He flicked his cigar: "Don't worry, I wouldn't dirty my hands over a roadside cockroach."
“Young Master, what do you mean…” Tony’s eyelids twitched. He knew that Ning Bingyu must already have a plan in mind.
That's right. Given the young master's personality, how could he possibly handle such a trivial matter himself?
Dealing with people like Lu Jingui doesn't require any personal effort; a little manipulation will naturally take care of things for them.
Ning Bingyu didn't explain. The scarlet firelight illuminated his deep, mature, and handsome face. He said calmly, "Let Chu Hongyu and Chashao Girl do their thing first. I'll clean up the mess when I have time."
Tony thought for a moment and asked directly, "Young Master, speaking of Hongyu, the partners in mainland China have already been settled. There's no need to wait for Hongyu to become an assistant in mainland China. Can't we find someone else?"
The young master himself said that Hongyu would continue to be his assistant.
But these days, Hongyu has been busy taking care of things at home in mainland China, and has not taken the initiative to contact them, nor has she shown any intention of coming back to be their assistant.
At the Hong Kong government office, Miss Seven casually mentioned on the phone that something had happened to Hongyu's family. The eldest young master simply gave a faint "hmm," his expression remaining completely unmoved as he looked at the documents.
This... doesn't seem like they're trying to keep Hongyu by their side as an assistant at all.
Having a knowledgeable and well-connected assistant in mainland China would certainly make things much better. If that doesn't work, you can try to hire another one. It's just that trustworthy people are hard to find.
Ning Bingyu didn't answer directly. He exhaled a smoke ring and suddenly changed the subject: "Tony, you've been with me for so many years, have you ever thought about being your own boss?"
Tony was stunned, not understanding why Ning Bingyu suddenly brought this up.
He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Young Master, you're joking. I'm just a rough man who only knows how to fight and kill. How could I be a boss?"
“Why not? If you want, I can invest in you right now and let you open a boxing gym, or... become a gang leader.”
Ning Bingyu looked at him with a half-smile, but his tone was serious.
Tony smiled wryly: "Young Master, please don't tease me. The gang... that path is too shady. I don't want to go down that road. I just want to make some money peacefully. I don't have the ability to be a boss."
“Tony has always been insightful.” Ning Bingyu’s deep laughter echoed in the smoke-filled room.
His slender fingers deftly twirled the silver lighter, making crisp "click" sounds, as if tapping out a rhythm: "Most people, even if they see a cake, will only think about eating it in one bite, enjoying the moment as long as they're happy."
His deep eyes reflected the flickering firelight: "But when I see a delicious cake, what I think about is how to make this cake bigger, so I can eat more, eat whenever I want, and even..."
He raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed straight ahead, "Eat for a lifetime."
Ning Bingyu casually tossed the lighter onto the table with a heavy thud.
“The mainland market is so big, it needs a lot of manpower to do things. My business in the mainland has just started, and I also need a sensible and capable secretary from the mainland. Chu Hongyu has the potential and value to be cultivated, provided that she can handle her family affairs well, especially since her father is still in office.”
He paused, then said detachedly, "Otherwise, there's no point in having her; there will always be more suitable people."
Tony seemed to be deep in thought: "..."
The eldest son is still as pragmatic as ever.
Actually, the eldest son was most satisfied with Ou Minglang and Miss Seven, but neither of them would work for him.
Tony smiled and said, "Young Master, I'll say it again: I'm not good at those things. I'll just take it one bite at a time. Everyone has their own destiny. I'm only suited to working for someone else. The worst thing is to have ambitions that are too high."
Ning Bingyu gave him a deep look, a smile of appreciation curving his lips: "Don't worry, you won't be treated badly by following me."
He smiled, said nothing more, patted Tony on the shoulder, and turned to go into the bathroom.
On the other side, Chu Hongyu returned to her dormitory. Before she even entered, she saw Ding Lan's familiar figure standing at the door like a summoning banner, attracting frequent glances from passersby.
Yan Yangyang stood like a gatekeeper at the door, his tall figure with his hands on his hips and his fierce face making him look like he was about to devour Ding Lan alive.
"Yan Yangyang, what are you doing? We're classmates, is it really necessary to act like this?" Ding Lan put on a pitiful look, her eyes red, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
The female classmates around them stood not far away watching the commotion.
"Classmates? You still have the nerve to mention classmates! Who was it that ruined this pampered girl so badly for money? And now you still have the nerve to come back?" Yan Yangyang stood with her hands on her hips, looking like she wanted to throw Ding Lan off the building.
Chu Hongyu stood not far away and heard the entire conversation between the two. A mocking smile appeared on her lips.
Ding Lan suddenly saw her, and her eyes immediately reddened. She looked at Chu Hongyu with tears welling up in her eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice: "Sister Hongyu, look at Yangyang, how could she say such a thing about me..."
Chu Hongyu silently observed Ding Lan's changing expression and sneered inwardly.
Ding Lan is as shameless and loves to act as ever.
After doing things like repeatedly posting big-character posters about her, almost ruining her reputation, how could she still act coquettishly towards me?
but……
Yan Yangyang wanted to say something, but Chu Hongyu stopped her with a look: "Alright, Yangyang, let her in."
Once inside the dormitory, Chu Hongyu said to Yan Yangyang, "Yangyang, keep an eye on things outside for me. Ding Lan and I have something to discuss."
Although Yan Yangyang was worried, she still obediently went out, giving Ding Lan a fierce glare before leaving.
"Speak, what brings you here?" Chu Hongyu sat down opposite Ding Lan, her tone indifferent.
Once inside the dormitory, Ding Lan's eyes started darting around, finally settling on Chu Hongyu's clothes hanging on the hanger.
She walked over, reached out, and gently stroked an imported polka-dot polyester dress, her eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
"Hongyu, I've always envied you. You always have such nice clothes and things to use." Ding Lan's voice was laced with jealousy, and the greed in her eyes was almost overflowing.
Her fingers lingered deliberately on the dress: "This fabric is so comfortable, it looks expensive. Unlike me, I can only wear these coarse clothes..."
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