Chapter 114 What do you mean?
"Um?"
Song Zhiwei slightly widened her eyes.
This level of business entertainment should not be handled by a temporary assistant like her.
He gently rubbed the top of her head with his fingertips and chuckled softly.
"Meeting clients counts as work, but going out with me doesn't? Assistant Song?"
Song Zhiwei pouted, her cheeks puffing out slightly.
She just asked casually; she didn't say she wouldn't go.
But his reaction made it seem as if she was deliberately making excuses.
"Okay, I understand."
She responded softly, then turned and walked towards her office.
Ten minutes later, she came downstairs with the newly printed documents in her arms.
Then he got into Sheng Tingzhou's car.
The destination was a secluded underground club.
The name cannot be found on the map, and navigation cannot locate it.
Access is only possible with the help of someone you know or with specific permissions.
The entrance is hidden deep in an inconspicuous alley.
At the end, a dark red metal door stood silently.
Black-clad bodyguards stood on both sides.
They were all tall and expressionless, with miniature communicators hanging from their ears.
Upon seeing him approach, everyone lowered their heads.
"President Sheng."
Sheng Tingzhou nodded and led her inside.
The room was dimly lit, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted in the air.
A masked man led them inside.
Song Zhiwei felt a little uneasy.
She followed closely behind, almost touching Sheng Tingzhou's back.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side, its knuckles slowly weaving into her fingers.
She couldn't help but look up at him.
In the dim light, the contours of his profile were clearly visible.
With a high nose bridge and slightly pursed lips, he exudes an innate sense of aloofness.
But when he turned his head and his gaze fell on her, a bright smile shone in his eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat.
He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at her again.
The lights inside the private room were a little brighter.
There were five or six men sitting inside.
They were dressed smartly, with serious expressions, each holding a wine glass or teacup.
When they saw him arrive, they all stood up.
"President Sheng."
Sheng Tingzhou pulled her to sit down.
Song Zhiwei didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.
She stood stiffly next to him, her back ramrod straight.
The men's eyes swept over her, their gazes full of inquiry.
"Let's begin."
Sheng Tingzhou spoke lightly.
The entire room fell silent instantly.
Several people took turns reporting on the project.
The content covers real estate mergers and acquisitions, financial leverage, cross-border investment, etc.
It's all a clandestine operation with high risk and high reward.
Song Zhiwei sat to the side, unable to get a word in edgewise.
The discussion ended an hour later.
The tense atmosphere inside the private room finally relaxed.
A man in a suit asked with a smile.
"Mr. Sheng, who is this...?"
Everyone around also stopped what they were doing and their attention was instantly drawn to them.
Song Zhiwei lowered her eyes, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.
Sheng Tingzhou turned his head, his gaze falling on her, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"You tell me yourself."
Song Zhiwei felt her ears burning from being stared at, but she forced a smile.
"I am President Sheng's assistant. I haven't been here long, and today is... my first time meeting everyone."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jinyuan, who was the first to speak, breathed a long sigh of relief.
So she's not President Sheng's girlfriend after all. That makes things easier.
He turned his head and looked at Sheng Tingzhou with a big smile.
"Mr. Sheng, there's a show coming up later, would you like to come and watch?"
What program?
Sheng Tingzhou lazily raised his eyes, his tone nonchalant.
Chen Jinyuan clapped his hands twice, and the lights in the room went out in an instant.
The next second, a spotlight shone down, and a stage slowly rose in the distance.
Song Zhiwei's gaze was unconsciously drawn to it.
Six women dressed in flowing tulle dresses stood in the center of the stage.
The zither music flowed gently as they twirled their flowing sleeves and began a classical dance.
After the dance, the six women moved gracefully towards this side.
"President Sheng."
They all stood beside him, their smiles gentle and shy.
Chen Jinyuan quickly stood up, rubbing his hands together and smiling.
"Mr. Sheng, these six girls were carefully selected and inspected by us before we invited them. Take a look, do you see any that catch your eye?"
He knew that Sheng Tingzhou disliked clichés, so he specially arranged this elegant form, hoping it would please him.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat.
This is blatantly giving it away.
Her hands clenched tightly, and she felt a tightness in her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Yes, someone like him will never lack admirers wherever he goes.
Once he's chosen, should I leave quietly?
Don't get in his way, don't bother him.
Sheng Tingzhou glanced indifferently at the six faces before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Mr. Chen, thank you for your trouble."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jinyuan felt a weight lift from his heart.
"Don't mention it! It's all the duty!"
He took another step closer, his voice extremely low.
"Mr. Sheng, who...who have you taken a fancy to? The private room upstairs is ready, clean and quiet, and can be arranged at any time."
Song Zhiwei bit her tongue hard, wanting only to leave as soon as possible.
In this situation, what would it mean for her to stay?
"Mr. Sheng, shall I take my leave now?"
Sheng Tingzhou glanced at her sideways, his tone calm.
"You're leaving? Does that mean I, as your boss, have to carry your bag and shoes and chase you all over the city?"
Song Zhiwei froze, her ears burning up to the base of her neck.
He exposed me in front of so many people.
She wished the ground would crack open and bury her alive.
"President Sheng, I'm sorry... I misunderstood."
Sheng Tingzhou slowly raised his hand and gently swirled the glass.
"So what's the meaning of you suddenly getting up and leaving when you're still sitting here?"
Song Zhiwei's throat was dry, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"I... I just feel like I don't belong here."
"What's wrong with it?"
Sheng Tingzhou's eyes suddenly darkened.
She mustered her courage and quickly scanned the six women.
Could it be...?
He's going to lock them in the room for a bit and do something with them.
Does she have to act like a fool and obediently stand guard outside the door?
How could she say such a thing in front of so many men?
She stammered, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"President Sheng, you're going to... I... I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to be here."
After listening, Sheng Tingzhou suddenly chuckled softly.
"Assistant Song."
He slowly put down the cup.
"Has your brain been slammed in a car door a few times? What I said meant the way you think it does?"
Her mind went blank.
No?
But those six women were all breathtakingly beautiful.
Does he really have no thoughts at all?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheng..."
She immediately lowered her head.
"I was overthinking it. I shouldn't have spoken up in this situation. I'm really sorry."
Chen Jinyuan, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned.
He had absolutely no idea how those few words had completely ruined the situation.
Sheng Tingzhou gave him a cold glance.
"I initially thought your project had some potential and was considering investing some money to test the waters. But now it seems you not only lack vision but also have no patience. You're better suited to be a middleman, running around building relationships, rather than a proper boss."
"Don't come to me with your company's projects again."
After saying that, he stood up without hesitation.
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