England, British Elevator Company.
Wang Cheng, along with his business delegation, signed a procurement contract with a British company and paid a deposit of £10,000.
“Dear Mr. Wang, thank you for bringing me business. I am becoming increasingly interested in this distant Eastern power.”
The British owner, Davis, was a middle-aged man. He shook Wang Cheng's hand tightly, smiling broadly.
"Mr. Davis, I'd like to confirm with you again that our cooperation will not be affected by James Bond, right?"
Wang Cheng said in broken English, "As you know, Ms. Li Mengjiao, the general manager of James Bond, has some minor conflicts with our company."
"Please rest assured. Although I admire Ms. Li, she has no connection with my company whatsoever," Davis said, patting his chest.
"That puts my mind at ease. It's a pleasure working with you." Wang Cheng shook hands with him again.
With that, the negotiations officially concluded, and Wang Cheng left the British company with his team. He had just gotten into his car when he received a text message from Lucy.
"Brother Cheng, come keep me company, I miss you so much!" The text message included the hotel's detailed address; it was a Scottish hotel.
“Honey, I just finished some important business and I’m coming to see you now. Wait for me,” Wang Cheng replied to the text message.
His assistant, Qin You, asked, "Boss, what are the work arrangements for the next phase?"
Wang Cheng replied, "We're returning to China in three days. Don't forget to book your tickets. It's a rare opportunity for us to travel abroad, so let's all relax."
"Thank you, boss!" Everyone in the van laughed.
They returned to the hotel and went to their rooms to rest. Wang Cheng changed into clothes he had prepared beforehand, quietly hailed a taxi, and went to the hotel where they were to meet.
Lucy is Zhao Laixi's young wife. Her Chinese name was too common, so she gave herself an English name.
The two embraced tightly upon meeting. After a long while, Lucy let out a joyful cry, feeling as if she were floating on air.
Zhao Laixi was an elderly woman in her sixties, while Wang Cheng was in his prime, and his sexual prowess made her unable to resist him.
After their lovemaking, Lucy lay in Wang Cheng's arms and said, "Brother Cheng, when are we going to get rid of that old bastard? I can't take it anymore."
Lucy snorted and then complained in a coquettish voice, "His loose, pig-skinned body is disgusting to look at. Do you know how I live with him?"
As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked Wang Cheng's skin, finding the texture of his youthful skin irresistible.
"Don't rush things. Haste makes waste. I already have a plan to oust Zhao Laixi," Wang Cheng said with a cold smile.
"Hmph, you always say that. How long is it going to take?" Lucy rolled over and pinned Wang Cheng down, pouting.
"Haha." Wang Cheng was in a great mood. "You must be careful. If Zhao Laixi finds out about our affair, we're all finished."
He reached out and stroked Lucy's skin, feeling a sense of comfort emanating from every pore.
Zhao Laixi was his boss, but he had an affair with his boss's wife, cuckolding his boss.
He also conspired with the boss's wife to seize the boss's assets. Could there be anything more satisfying than that?
After spending a long time together, Lucy suggested going out for McDonald's, and the two left the hotel.
From the moment he left the room, Wang Cheng felt like he was being followed, as if a pair of eyes were watching him from behind.
He kept looking back; there were many people on the street, mostly of European and American appearance.
They would also secretly watch Wang Cheng and Lucy; in this part of Scotland, people of Asian descent were still quite rare.
"Brother Cheng, what are you afraid of?" Lucy grabbed his arm and said disdainfully, "Zhao Laixi is just a local tyrant in the provincial capital. This is England."
Wang Cheng shook his head: "I'm not worried about Zhao Laoxi, I'm only worried about Li Mengjiao. She's the local bigwig here."
"Hehe." Lucy said with a smile, "Wang Peng is quite amazing. Even a strong woman like Li Mengjiao is completely infatuated with him."
"Hmph!" Wang Cheng sneered, "Their relationship was built during high school, and Li Mengjiao is just... blind."
The two chatted casually as they walked into the McDonald's restaurant.
Outside the shop, three young white men exchanged a knowing smile. They hailed a taxi and went to a photo studio to have all the photos developed.
Holding a thick stack of photos, they arrived at the James Bond headquarters in Scotland. They had no trouble getting there and met Li Mengjiao in the president's office.
They were very reserved in front of Li Mengjiao, and dared not look her in the eye.
Li Mengjiao examined the photos one by one; they were all intimate pictures of Wang Cheng and Lu Xi. Some showed them entering and leaving a hotel together, others showed them going into a fast food restaurant together.
There are also photos of them hugging and kissing in the scenic area.
“Okay!” Li Mengjiao smiled slightly. If these photos appeared on Zhao Laixi’s desk, Wang Peng would be fired by the Brilliant Board of Directors immediately.
Her female assistant walked up to the three paparazzi and paid them their fees.
"Boss, do we still need to keep following them?" David, the blond kid, asked.
“Continue to follow him until the man in the photo leaves England,” Li Mengjiao said with a smile.
"Okay, thank you, boss." The three paparazzi hurriedly bowed and left with satisfaction.
Li Mengjiao put the photos into an envelope and handed it to her assistant Chen Rong: "You hand them over, and then go back to China."
"Okay, boss, I know what to do." Chen Rong accepted the photo with both hands.
Her task was to collect all the intimate photos, then take them back to China and personally hand them over to Wang Peng.
"Sister Rong, how long has it been since you went back to China? Do you miss your parents?" Li Mengjiao asked.
“It’s been about two years.” Chen Rong shook her head. “At first I stopped thinking about them, but I gradually got used to it.”
Li Mengjiao shook her head: "I really envy you. I can't get used to it at all. I want to be with him every day."
Chen Rong quickly shut her mouth. The James Bond Group's ironclad rule: When the boss is thinking about Wang Peng, never interrupt, or you'll receive a termination letter.
After a long while, Li Mengjiao asked Chen Rong to leave, then took out her phone to call Wang Peng.
It was exactly 5 a.m. in China.
Wang Peng woke up with a start and answered the phone: "Hello, is this Mengjiao?"
“Brother, it’s me,” Li Mengjiao said. “I’ve collected the photos. I’ve missed you too.”
“I miss you too. Mingzhu was reminiscing about the days she spent at your home yesterday,” Wang Peng said softly.
Li Mingzhu had been woken up. She took the phone from Wang Peng: "Mengjiao, this is Li Mingzhu."
"Sister Mingzhu, I got the photos of Wang Cheng and Lucy cheating on each other. I'll send someone to deliver them to you in a couple of days," Li Mengjiao said softly.
Li Mingzhu shook her head: "Mengjiao, let's not talk about work. I want to talk to you about something happy."
At this point, worried about waking her sleeping son, Li Mingzhu got up and went to the study to make a phone call.
Wang Peng breathed a sigh of relief. Li Mingzhu and Li Mengjiao, these two best friends, were becoming more and more like sisters.
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