Chapter 21: Flipping the Pot Is Also a Skillful Job

Shen Zhi's expression froze, he raised his eyes and looked directly at Feng Shu.

Feng Shu did not dodge or evade. The defiant man's eyes were full of provocation.

Deliberate.

Shen Zhi naturally let go, and Feng Shu did not try to stop him. The sun was scorching outside and Feng Shu's palms were hot and wet. The sticky, turbid sweat rubbed against Shen Zhi's palms, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Shen Zhi has some cleanliness obsession.

"Feng Shu, what nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Xinyou raised his voice and scolded.

Feng Xinyou divorced his first wife in his early years because of his lifestyle problems. Feng Shu and his mother, Feng's mother, were a strong-willed woman. Feng Xinyou betrayed her, and she hid Feng Shu for sixteen years. Only before she died did she agree to let Feng Shu find his father.

Feng Xinyou only has Feng Shu as his child, and he doesn't want anyone else to own the huge family business. He knows Feng Shu hates him, but it doesn't matter, because no one would hate a family fortune worth hundreds of billions.

After Feng's mother divorced Feng Xinyou, she did not ask Feng Xinyou for a penny and raised Feng Shu alone. But how could a single woman with no money raise a child?

He lives in the market, full of bad habits and dirty words. He didn't go to a good university and hangs out with the lowest class of society. He is a complete scoundrel.

Feng Xin's eyes turned to the well-mannered Shen Zhi. This was his ideal son, well-educated, intelligent, eloquent, and even though he was a little arrogant, it would never embarrass others.

"It's okay, Chairman Feng," Shen Zhi raised his lips to comfort him, "Today is my first monthly meeting since I joined the company. I wanted to leave a good impression on everyone, so I sprayed some perfume. I didn't expect Master Feng to have such a keen nose."

Look at the general manager he chose. He can make everyone feel comfortable with just a few simple words without showing any emotion. Feng Xinyou feels more and more that letting Feng Shu follow Shen Zhi was the best decision he had ever made.

Regardless of what you learn, at least your temperament will be improved a little, so that you won't be like the weeds that sprouted out of the land, messy and disorderly.

Feng Shu didn't think that Shen Zhi wore perfume. The faint and cold scent passed by his nose quickly. If you didn't smell it carefully, you couldn't smell it at all. It must be coming from Shen Zhi. It was body odor.

He also didn't feel comfortable talking to Mr. Shen. He always looked like a gentleman with a pretentious air, and was very pretentious. That look in his eyes must be one of disdain.

Not only did they despise him for being uneducated, they also called him a dog-nosed man.

In the eyes of the unattainable Mr. Shen, he was just a dirty stray dog. If it weren't for the letter, Shen Zhi would not bother to see him.

Thinking of this, Feng Shu lowered the corner of his mouth. This Mr. Shen was really annoying.

No matter what, Feng Shu is still his son, and no matter how good Shen Zhi is, he has no blood relationship with him. Feng Xinyou knows clearly which is more important. "Xiao Shen, Feng Shu just came back and is not familiar with Qiaojia. Can you take care of him?"

"Let him be your assistant and help you out," Feng Xinyou said casually, "ask him to serve you tea and water."

Shen Zhi's eyes flashed. Needless to say, Shen Zhi understood the purpose of the letter. People at their level had a tacit understanding of many things.

It's like Feng Xinyou is not afraid that he will not agree, and Shen Zhi will not refuse, even though he doesn't like this gangster-like Master Feng.

"It's a waste of talent for Young Master Feng to be an assistant." Shen Zhi had a cold and dignified face. With his outstanding appearance, Shen Zhi sounded sincere as soon as he opened his mouth, not hypocritical at all.

Moreover, Shen Zhi spoke from the bottom of his heart according to Feng Xin's thoughts, "Qiaojia is going to launch a new product next quarter, why not let Master Feng write the business plan."

Feng Xin was delighted at Shen Zhi's openness, but also worried that Feng Shu was a hopeless case. He said in embarrassment, "Xiao Shen, Feng Shu..."

Shen Zhi knew what he was thinking. He lifted his eyelids, his amber pupils pure and clean, meeting Feng Shu's rebellious eyes, and said with a smile, "I will assist you throughout the process."

The smell of a malicious scumbag became stronger, and Feng Shu sincerely felt that he could not beat Shen Zhi.

But so what? Feng Shu shaved the three-dimensional brow bone with great interest, and put the tip of his tongue against his cheek. It would be more fun, wouldn't it?

Feng Xinyou was completely relieved. With Shen Zhi as a guarantee for his son, he had nothing to worry about. He warned Feng Shu to get along well with Shen Zhi and left in his wheelchair.

Shen Zhi watched Feng Xinyou leave, and immediately restrained his expression, not even glancing at Feng Shu. He fastened the buttons of his suit with one hand, outlining his slender waist, and walked out of the conference room calmly.

Feng Shu turned around and looked at Shen Zhi's back. Why was the man's butt so big and so protruding?

Really..., the word rolled around on the tip of Feng Shu's tongue before he swallowed it back. If he said it out loud, Mr. Shen would probably be angry.

Fang Yinyin was really scared to death. She felt extremely embarrassed the moment Feng Shu opened his mouth. Fortunately, the general manager was quick-witted and cleverly rescued her, otherwise she would have really knocked out Barbie's Dream Castle.

"You are so brave," Fang Yinyin said with emotion.

Mr. Shen is very good-looking, even beautiful, but she really doesn't dare to have any other thoughts. Being intimidated is tailor-made for Mr. Shen. Fang Yinyin briefly recalled the words that struck her soul from Shen Zhi's well-shaped thin lips, and she trembled subconsciously.

Fang Yinyin thought that Feng Shu was probably infatuated with Mr. Shen's overly outstanding looks. It's a long story. Who hasn't been moved by Mr. Shen when he first joined the company? However, a shocked office worker has no love.

Even though he was Chairman Feng's son, he still couldn't escape the fate of being beaten by President Shen. Fang Yinyin was very sure of this and looked at Feng Shu with sympathy.

Feng Shu accepted the compliments without hesitation and said with a vague meaning, "Mr. Shen seems to have a good temper."

It is true that Mr. Shen is quite easy to talk to outside of work, and any offense he makes will be easily brushed off. Of course, Fang Yinyin seldom interacts with Mr. Shen in her daily life.

Fang Yinyin smacked her lips, "Don't be so cocky. Mr. Shen must have washed his hand at least ten times when he got home, the one you just shook."

Feng Shu turned over his palm, which was broad and thick with large joints, just a few stains of sweat.

Feng Shu gained a new understanding of Shen Zhi, who was obviously from a different world from him.

"Shen Zhi asked me to write a new product plan. What is that?" Feng Shu randomly selected people to answer the question, and Fang Yinyin, who spoke first, was targeted.

If Feng Shu was a new rookie, no one would have told him this question. Even though he is now Qiaojia's crown prince, no one would have explained it to him in detail if he asked the question in this way.

But why would Feng Shu care? He didn't want to take over Qiaojia in the first place.

He didn't want to work on any plans, he just wanted to listen to how this unfathomable Mr. Shen tortured him.

Fang Yinyin smiled awkwardly. She shouldn't have been so eager to get the position of sales director, doing everything herself, which led to her facing this situation today.

"Qiaojiajia has recently added spicy strips to its snack category. We have never been involved in this business before, and the entire company is blank..." Fang Yinyin stopped talking. She thought Feng Shu should understand what she meant.

Feng Shu gritted his teeth and let him be the scapegoat.

What a dark heart.

"Is this why you were scolded just now?" Feng Shu raised his eyebrows. Before he even reached the door, he heard the arrogant CEO Shen criticizing every department.

Not to mention, the sound is pretty good.

It's neither fast nor slow. If you don't listen to the content, the flowing tone makes it seem like an elegant piece of music that soothes the heart.

Fang Yinyin admitted with a bitter face: "There is a spicy snack leader in front of me, and I can't catch up with Maibach on my unassembled bike."

Of course Fang Yinyin didn't dare to tell Shen Zhi this, otherwise her seven-digit annual salary would have been given to someone else.

Fang Yinyin glanced at Feng Shu next to her. Although Feng Shu looked unreliable, like a hooligan squatting at the door of the Internet cafe, he was Chairman Feng's biological son after all, and he might be quite capable.

Having been with Fang Yinyin, who appears to be a playboy but is actually innocent, it is natural for her to put a filter on Feng Shu. It is not clear how keen the business sense of the heir Qiaojia is, but at least her vision is higher than that of a social animal like her.

"Our sales department's buy one get ten free promotion in the live broadcast room was rejected," Fang Yinyin said angrily, "Does Master Feng have any good ideas?"

It’s not their sales department’s fault at all. What kind of crap is the stuff the R&D department researches all day long? They can’t sell it without some promotion. Fang Yinyin gets angry when she sees those fat guys in the R&D department.

Feng Shu pretended to empathize and sighed when he heard this, and said with ulterior motives: "Live streaming is boring, you have to make it more interesting."

Fang Yinyin became interested and asked tentatively, "What do you mean by interesting?"

Feng Shu has a long and narrow face, with clear eye corners, mouth and inner contours. Even a slight curl of his lips gives him a cool look.

Just like now, I am offering suggestions with ill intentions, like a big-tailed wolf, "A man and a woman are sitting upright and chatting in the live broadcast room, would you like to watch it?"

Fang Yinyin shook her head. Of course she found it boring, but wasn’t it like this in all live broadcast rooms?

Bigger companies will hire anchors who have changed careers to give detailed introductions on the quality and uses of their products, and their sales are also impressive.

But no matter how you describe spicy strips, they are still spicy strips. They are edible but not very delicious. Apart from organizing activities, it is difficult for Fang Yinyin to get started from other places.

Fang Yinyin cast an inquiring look over, and Feng Shu's eyes were very sincere, without any trace of joking, "You have to find a group of men and women to come and dance to liven it up!"

!!! A road that I never imagined!

"Of course, don't wear too many clothes, otherwise it won't look interesting," Feng Shu added.

Feng Shu saw Fang Yinyin lost in thought, as if thinking about the feasibility, and he wanted to laugh.

I wonder what Mr. Shen's expression would be when he saw the chaos in his subordinate's live broadcast room. Such a serious and arrogant person would go crazy. Feng Shu couldn't wait to see Shen Zhi lose control.

What is this called? You will always pay for what you have done.

Feng Shu would usually double the reward for anyone who cheated him.

"Is... that so?" Fang Yinyin was still hesitating. Why did she feel that this was not feasible?

"It has already started abroad," Feng Shu was very sure, and he sympathized with Yin Yin with a regretful tone, "You may not have heard of it because you don't go abroad very often."

Fang Yinyin was half-believing and half-doubting. She indeed seldom went abroad. She thought that since Master Feng's family was so rich that he often went abroad, what he said must be true.

However, Fang Yinyin's breath was choked when she saw girls showing their thighs or tall men with bare upper bodies selling goods in the live broadcast room. President Shen would definitely chop her to death!

It’s easier for men, but it’s easy for women to provoke confrontation by skirting the rules. In the end, the goods were not sold and the live broadcast room was closed.

"Objectifying women... isn't that bad?" Fang Yinyin hasn't made up her mind yet. It's obviously not in line with the style of the national old brand.

Feng Shu's expression gradually turned serious, "What are you talking about? It's not objectifying women, we're just talking about vulgarity!"