"This cooperation can be done without discussing it today, but you have to drink these before you leave," Shen Lin said with a malicious smile.
Song Heng's face suddenly turned cold. He stepped forward and shielded Zhou Yun behind him, then turned to look at Shen Lin, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot.
Shen Lin felt the atmosphere around him become heavy again, and coughed twice to urge, "President Zhou, if you're not going to drink this wine, then get out of here and don't disturb my mood!"
He dared not look into the man's sinister gaze, and could only keep urging Zhou Yun on.
"President Shen, what era are we living in? Still using that trick of forcing people to drink?" Song Heng mocked.
Shen Lin said unhappily, "Oh, you're trying to be a gigolo and then play the hero? Do you even know your own limitations?"
Zhou Yun keeping a gigolo is tantamount to slapping Ji Chu in the face, and slapping Ji Chu in the face is tantamount to slapping the four major families in the face.
This poor guy is so desperate to marry a rich woman that he doesn't even know Zhou Yun. He's probably not from the elite circles of Kyoto and doesn't know the intricacies of the situation.
Thinking of this, Shen Lin laughed even louder, "Pretty boy, open your eyes before you try to woo a rich woman. Not everyone can serve her. If she won't drink, then you will."
"President Shen, if I drink this wine today, you might not live to face the consequences." Song Heng looked at Shen Lin with a half-smile.
"Ha! You little brat, you still have the nerve to talk tough now." Shen Lin said with a look of disdain.
Zhou Yun tugged at Song Heng's sleeve and whispered, "You go out first, I'll handle things here."
Song Heng pursed his lips. "He said I'm your gigolo."
Zhou Yun said, "We'll talk about that later. Besides, I have nothing to do with you. I need to continue working with Yunda, so I can't offend him."
As she spoke, she leaned closer to him, her warm breath tickling his ear.
Zhou Yun's closeness brought the floral scent wafting into his nostrils, assaulting his reason.
Finally, Song Heng's furrowed brows relaxed, he sighed softly, and picked up the wine glass on the table, glancing past Zhou Yun. "I'll drink it for her."
Zhou Yun raised her hand to stop them, only to see the bottle instantly become half empty.
"You!" Zhou Yun stared wide-eyed at the almost empty cup.
"Little Yunyun, this has to be paid back." He then ruffled her hair.
Zhou Yun was speechless. She hadn't asked him to drink it either; it was his own fault for acting so quickly.
"This pretty boy actually has some skills." Shen Lin reached into the clothes of the woman next to him, causing her to make blush-inducing noises from time to time.
After swallowing all the liquor, his mouth burned. Song Heng pressed his tongue against his back teeth and stared coldly at Shen Lin.
Well, being Zhou Yun's gigolo isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Zhou Yun took a deep breath, picked up the document, and handed it to Shen Lin. "President Shen, can you now consider continuing your cooperation with us?"
Shen Lin took the proposal and flipped through it. He was indeed very satisfied with YS's design. After all, they had been partners for many years and had a good understanding of each other.
However, "Ms. Zhou, the price has exceeded our budget, and we cannot offer that."
Zhou Yun frowned. "Other design companies quoted 20% more than us, and their designs had to be revised repeatedly. Our design already meets the requirements of Yunda's theme product for this phase."
“Hmm, that’s true,” Shen Lin said casually, tapping the table. “If the price can be that high, I can consider it.”
When Zhou Yun saw the other person's outstretched finger, her face instantly darkened. Shameless.
If it weren't for saving the case, she would have loved to dump a whole table of food on his greasy head right now.
"Mr. Shen, Yunda's reputation in the industry over the past few years has been remarkable. If others knew that your company offered the lowest prices for design, who knows what our other partners would think."
"After all, you get what you pay for." Zhou Yun's face was expressionless, but her words carried an undeniable aura.
Upon hearing the last sentence, Shen Lin's smile froze on his face.
This is a deliberate attempt to target him. The company has never been stingy with its advertising spending each year. If the board of directors seizes this opportunity, those old guys will be eager to hold a grudge about how he got his position through connections.
Seeing the girl's cool and sassy demeanor, Song Heng smiled slightly.
After a long while, Shen Lin, who had recovered from his thoughts, said, "Miss Zhou is not only beautiful, but she is also quite eloquent. No wonder President Ji protected you so much back then."
He wondered what it was like to be with the women Ji Chu had been with; he wanted to try it too.
Song Heng frowned, his eyes instantly turning cold.
Zhou Yun clenched her fists and forced a smile. "Ms. Zhou, you know I really enjoy new experiences."
As he spoke, he pushed the woman on top of him aside, his greasy, shiny face contorted in pain, and a fat hand slowly reached out towards Zhou Yun along the edge of the table.
"Bang!" The sound of shattering glass rang out.
The bottle shattered instantly. Song Heng casually tossed the glass onto the table, saying nonchalantly, "Sorry, I wasn't looking."
Shen Lin's hand was grazed by the flying shards of glass, and he quickly withdrew his hand in fright.
"My hand!" Shen Lin screamed. The woman next to him had also been grazed on the face and arm by flying glass shards.
The private room instantly descended into chaos.
The waiter was the first to hear the commotion and rushed in. When he saw the three people with blood all over their faces and hands, he turned pale with fright.
Hearing the commotion, the floor manager entered the private room and saw the three screaming figures and the terrified waiter. His face instantly darkened. "Who did this?! Call an ambulance immediately!"
The waiter pointed to two people standing in the far corner of the private room. The manager looked in the direction the finger was pointing and was about to speak.
Upon seeing the other person's face clearly, the anger that was about to erupt instantly swallowed back down.
He then changed his clothes and smiled respectfully, "Mr. Song, you see, this place is too bloody. Shall we change rooms?"
Song Heng glanced coldly at Chen Lin, his brows furrowed with disgust. "Hmm?"
"Don't bring scum like this upstairs anymore, it's disgusting."
"Yes, yes..." The manager bowed and smiled obsequiously as he led the two out of the private room.
Just after the two had walked away, the waiter timidly approached and asked, "Manager, should we call the police?"
The manager glanced coldly at the private room from behind. "Hmph, call a doctor to treat it. After that, throw them out. Never let these people in again."
At the restroom at the end of the corridor, Zhou Yun stared at her palms being rinsed by cold water.
This collaboration was a disaster.
However, she wasn't too bad off because she was able to teach that disgusting, greasy man a lesson.
As I carefully wiped my fingers with a tissue, I heard a clattering sound coming from inside a private room as I passed by the door.
It was a man's eerie growl.
"baby…"
"Um...no, I hate it..."
Zhou Yun's face fell instantly, and she disgustedly distanced herself from the door of the private room.
That good-for-nothing Chu Ningxuan, what kind of shops does he run that only disgust her?
As she was pondering how to complain to Shi Wan, one of her hands was suddenly grabbed, and she was then pulled into a dark private room.
Xiaoyun's earlobes felt a little itchy from the warm, deep voice.
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