"Hello, Mr. Chen, I'm a big fan of yours! Could you please sign my autograph?"
As these clear and melodious words rang out, Chen Ze slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the beautiful woman in front of him.
She was dressed in a gorgeous and expensive dress, the cut and materials of which were extremely exquisite, as if every detail exuded an aura of luxury and nobility.
Chen Ze couldn't help but feel surprised. How could such a well-dressed and outstanding woman suddenly appear at his company and come all the way to ask him for an autograph?
This was really illogical. He thought to himself, this woman didn't look like someone who worked here at all, but rather more like a socialite or a socialite who frequented social circles.
Thinking of this, Chen Ze turned to Zhao Qingyang beside him and asked with a puzzled look, "President Zhao, how can you allow strangers to enter our company so casually?"
Faced with Chen Ze's questioning, Zhao Qingyang was clearly flustered. He hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Uh... well... actually, she... she's my older sister."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qingyang walked quickly to Zhao Qingyu and said with a slightly reproachful tone, "Sister, why did you come to my company without saying a word? You didn't even tell me beforehand."
However, Zhao Qingyu seemed not to hear her brother's complaints. She didn't even glance at Zhao Qingyang, but reached out and gently pushed him aside. Then she turned her smiling gaze to Chen Ze again.
At this moment, Chen Ze felt as if dozens of eyes were staring intently at him, and this feeling of being the center of attention made him quite uncomfortable.
Adding to the awkwardness, the woman in front of him turned out to be Zhao Qingyang's sister. For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with this sudden situation.
Zhao Qingyang quickly stepped forward to break the awkward situation, "Sister, if you have something to say, let's talk in my office. There are dozens of eyes watching us here!"
After saying that, he didn't care whether his sister agreed or not, and pulled her hand to walk towards his office.
Chen Ze followed behind with a smile on his face.
"Qingyang, let go! Chen Ze hasn't given me his autograph yet!" Zhao Qingyu said, dissatisfied.
A short while later, the three entered Zhao Qingyang's office.
Zhao Qingyu shook off her brother's hand, walked up to Chen Ze, and then, with a smile on her face, extended her hand and introduced herself: "Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is Zhao Qingyu, Qingyang's older sister."
Chen Ze shook hands with her politely and said with a smile, "Hello, Qingyang and I are good friends. Please don't keep calling me Mr. Chen, just call me Chen Ze."
After he finished speaking, he tried to let go, but Zhao Qingyu held his hand tightly and scratched his palm with her fingers, looking at him with a smile.
Seeing the two holding hands, Zhao Qingyang coughed lightly and glared at his sister, "Sis, Chen Ze is my good friend, can you please stop messing around?"
After hearing her brother's words, Zhao Qingyu released Chen Ze's hand, but her eyes still held a hint of playfulness.
Chen Ze quietly took a small step back, feeling somewhat puzzled by this woman's attempt to seduce him in front of her brother.
Zhao Qingyang shook his head helplessly and said to Chen Ze with a half-smile, "My sister is usually quite easygoing, so please don't take it to heart."
Chen Ze nodded knowingly.
The three of them sat down at the tea table in turn, and Zhao Qingyu, like a skilled tea master, elegantly brewed tea for them.
Five minutes later, a faint, refreshing tea fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted into their noses.
She gently poured tea for the two of them, and the three of them savored the taste of the tea with rapt attention, as if they were in a tranquil tea garden.
After drinking tea for a while, Zhao Qingyang reminded his sister, "Sis, didn't you say you needed Chen Ze's help? Did you bring your company documents?"
Zhao Qingyu suddenly realized, "Oh right, I was so focused on admiring the man that I almost forgot about the important matter."
Then, she took her handbag from the side, opened it, took out a few documents, and handed them to Chen Ze.
"Chen Ze, my brother told me you're a business genius. Can you help me figure out why my company has been losing money year after year and is about to close down?"
Chen Ze carefully took the document and then began to read it intently, word by word.
Time ticked by, and after about three minutes, he finally gently placed the documents on the table, raised his head, his expression calm but his eyes sharp, and slowly opened his mouth:
"Sister Yu, although I don't spend much time in Shanghai, I still know a bit about it. In a first-tier city like Shanghai, there are countless clubs, big and small, probably several hundred."
"So many clubs are eyeing the money in men's pockets, but in the end, only those bosses who truly understand men's minds can break through this fierce competition and make a lot of money."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingyu raised her eyebrows and glared at Chen Ze, retorting irritably, "What? According to you, does that mean I don't understand men?"
Faced with Zhao Qingyu's questioning, Chen Ze did not back down at all, nodding decisively and then analyzing the situation frankly:
"Sister Yu, look at your high-end club! You've hired all tall, slender models with long, beautiful legs. That should be a major highlight, right?"
"But that's precisely the problem—your club operates on a legitimate route, but those men come here, spend money, and end up with nothing of real benefit, leaving them with nothing but resentment. If this continues, who will want to patronize your club again?"
Zhao Qingyang, who had been listening to the conversation between the two silently, couldn't help but nod slightly in agreement with Chen Ze's point of view.
It's impossible for someone who doesn't understand men to make money from them. It's like some people saying they can sell shampoo to monks—that's utter nonsense.
When Zhao Qingyu saw how quickly Chen Ze had analyzed the problems with her club, she couldn't help but admire Chen Ze's quick business acumen.
"Chen Ze, can you help me think of a solution? I've only been running this club for two years and it's already closed down. I'm really not happy about it."
Chen Ze smiled faintly and said, "Sister Yu, when doing business, don't just follow the trend because you see others making money in a certain industry. Sometimes you can do the opposite. For example, if everyone is making money off men, you can do the opposite and make money off women."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingyu's eyes lit up, and she slapped her brother's thigh with her right hand. "That's right, how come I didn't think of that?"
Zhao Qingyang, standing nearby, winced in pain and snapped, "Sis, why don't you slap your own thigh? Why are you slapping mine?"
Zhao Qingyu said matter-of-factly, "Because you men have firm flesh."
Seeing Zhao Qingyang's pained expression, Chen Ze's lips twitched, suppressing a laugh.
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