Chapter 22: Flipping the Pot Is Also a Skillful Job

Qiaojia will be taken over by Feng Shu in the future, so there is no reason for him to lie to himself.

Fang Yinyin's eyes gradually became firm, and she decided to take a risky move. As for Mr. Shen, Fang Yinyin believed that there would be no problem in pushing Feng Shu out to take the blame.

No matter how powerful Mr. Shen is, he is no match for his heir.

Fang Yinyin looked at Feng Shu gratefully, and hurriedly left for a team meeting, ready to implement a bold plan.

Feng Shu walked briskly towards the general manager's office. The employees in the company were all stupid, and it was so easy for a top student to be fooled. It would be a disaster sooner or later.

Feng Shu is really young, in his twenties, shirtless, and still feels cool even in the air-conditioned room.

Respect, Feng Shu did not have such good qualities. He pushed open the door of Shen Zhi’s office and walked in.

Shen Zhi has a mysophobia and mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

His office was empty, with only a few office supplies on the desk, chairs and bookshelves, and it was dust-free and exceptionally clean and tidy.

The office is mainly composed of black and white, and the air-conditioning is turned on very high. Every time an employee hands over materials to Shen Zhi, he or she has the illusion of being in a cold palace.

Feng Shu tapped his feet and strolled in Shen Zhi's office. Shen Zhi supported himself with his hands and let Feng Shu look at him. His amber eyes were calm. He also wanted to see what the young master who had dropped in from the sky was going to do.

Feng said he has a strong body, but he doesn't know whether it's due to a naturally low body fat percentage or acquired training. The muscles are smooth and neat without excess fat, and the muscles of his narrow waist are tight and lean.

The smell of nicotine mixed with sweat suddenly passed through Shen Zhi's nose. He raised his eyes and met Feng Shu's teasing eyes. "What are you looking at, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Zhi naturally withdrew his gaze.

Feng Shu sat down carelessly on the chair in front of Shen Zhi's desk, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, with his long straight legs crossing his sword and axe, just like he was at home.

Shen Zhi's slender, cold white index finger and thumb fit together, and he gracefully and naturally pinched the frame to take it off. Without the embellishment of the cold lenses, Shen Zhi's overly cold face also showed a bit of warmth.

Feng Shu glanced over and saw a faint red color on Shen Zhi's jade-like finger bones, which made him feel inexplicably red. He suddenly remembered what Fang Yinyin had told him, that Shen Zhi had a mysophobia and would definitely wash his hands ten times.

Shen Zhi's back was straight and clear, but suddenly it relaxed. The curve of his waistline became slender and rugged, and his temperament became lazy and elegant.

"Master Feng," Shen Zhi's beautiful lips opened and closed, and a few short words came out from his thin lips, "What's the matter?"

Tsk, why are you pretending to be a serious person? You were so naked just now that your pants were almost burned through.

Feng Shu had low eyebrows and eyes, with more white in his eyes when he raised his eyelids to look at people. He was born with a cold and hostile aura, as if a pair of sharp canine teeth were pressed against his throat, like a thorn in his back.

Feng Shu raised his lips wantonly, with a bit of ruffian spirit growing at the corners of his mouth. He was not a fool, he could hear the sarcasm in the three words "Young Master Feng" from Shen Zhi's mouth.

I don't know how I have offended Mr. Shen. He is so petty that he cannot even praise him.

It just so happens that he also dislikes people who speak in a pretentious manner.

Feng Shu reached out and scraped his ear bone. The black diamonds on his left ear refracted the sunlight and flashed across Shen Zhi's eyes. The light was so glaring that Shen Zhi subconsciously tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Feng Shu could clearly see Shen Zhi's long black eyelashes trembling slightly. The dancing sunlight fell from his straight eyelashes in tiny pieces, and dots of light fell on his cold pale face, making it even whiter and more transparent.

I really don't understand why a grown man would want to look so delicate. His skin is extremely white and his eyelashes are longer than those of the female anchors he has seen before.

Pretty boy, Feng Shu spat inwardly.

"I just want to ask Mr. Shen, how do you write a business plan?" Feng Shu put his arms on the armrests, crossed his hands and leaned forward, and said frivolously: "Did Mr. Shen personally teach me word by word? Let me tell you in advance, I'm stupid, and I won't understand if you don't teach me carefully."

Being close, the not-so-strong smell of tobacco from Feng Shu also reached Shen Zhi's nostrils. It was faint and not pungent, but Shen Zhi still found it unbearable. He slid back a dozen centimeters on his leather shoes on the floor.

"Of course..." Shen Zhi stretched out his words and changed his tone, "My assistant will take you there personally."

Shen Zhi tapped his fingers to call his assistant, his slender jade fingers naturally curled up and placed on the black desk. The light blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were winding, and his wrist bones were thin. His hands could be regarded as works of art, delicate, fragile and beautiful.

Feng Shu's gaze paused and then moved away at the right moment, his ears moving slightly as he looked outside.

Tao Siyu has a gentle appearance and seems easy to talk to. Feng Shu is somewhat surprised that the powerful and popular Shen Zhi would have an assistant with such a completely different style.

Then again, a man like Shen Zhi who keeps his word must be paired with someone who is honest and easy to bully. Otherwise, who can tolerate a boss like the Cold-Faced Rakshasa?

"Mr. Shen," Tao Siyu greeted honestly.

Shen Zhi nodded slightly and introduced: "Master Feng, Qiaojia's successor, he will be in charge of the new product planning. You will assist him."

Tao Siyu always obeyed Shen Zhi's orders, and introduced herself to Feng Shu in a reserved manner: "Master Feng, I am Mr. Shen's assistant. I will do a good job of assisting him in the future."

He speaks softly and has a good temper and does not compete with others.

Shen Zhipai's small eyeliner.

Feng Shu usually likes to be tough, such as confronting the evil-minded Mr. Shen head-on. This kind of soft and gentle trick really makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Shen, actually..." Feng Shu opened his mouth to stop him.

Shen Zhishaoxiu already had a proper smile on his face, and politely extended his hand to invite someone, "No need to see you off."

Tao Siyu stepped forward and nodded, "Master Feng, please leave with me."

Very politely, Feng Shu glanced at Tao Siyu with a forced smile, but Tao Siyu remained as calm as a mountain and looked humble.

Feng Shu was convinced. He was worthy of being Shen Zhi's man. He was really obedient.

Feng Shu didn't insist. It was obvious that the other person didn't want to pay attention to him. What could he do? Feng Shu lifted his butt and left, waving his hand casually behind him as a farewell to Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi closed his eyes and put on his glasses again. The cool metal pressing against his straight nose gave him an air of elite and abstinence.

Feng Shu opened the office door lightly, turned around, and his arms, holding the door handle to support his body, showed smooth and tight muscle lines. Feng Shu glanced upward and saw a piece of calligraphy hanging diagonally above Shen Zhi.

Feng Shu used his foot to push against the door, freeing his hands, and recited word by word in the air, full of emotion: "Fuck him."

After Feng Shu finished reading, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and teased Shen Zhi, "Mr. Shen is also a man of temperament."

楰Ｆ鯑Ｆ正Ｆ立—

Tao Siyu at the side opened his mouth, glanced at his boss and waved calmly, without explaining anything, and followed the casual and informal Master Feng whom he had just met out.

Tao Siyu couldn't help but whispered, "Chun Chi Yan Yun."

Feng Shu suddenly heard a few chirping sounds and scratched his ears. "What are you talking about? Speak louder."

Tao Siyu encouraged herself and raised her voice, "I said that our Mr. Shen's calligraphy says Chunchi Yanyun."

Feng Shu's mouth twitched. He said that Shen Zhi looked gentle and refined, and it was unreasonable for him to hang a piece of calligraphy and painting to show off his taste. It was an insult and did not conform to common sense.

"It fits your President Shen's temperament very well," Feng Shu laughed dryly.

Tao Siyu did not continue, but brought Feng Shu to his office, handed him all the information about the new product, and told him in detail how the business plan should be written.

When Feng Shu is serious, his rebellious eyebrows don't seem so harsh, his jawline is tight, and he doesn't look as frivolous and frivolous as usual. If you look closely, he is quite handsome in a different way.

Feng Shu didn't quite understand, and he had no intention of completing the task assigned by Shen Zhi. His purpose was simple, to make Feng Xinyou unhappy and to make Shen Zhi, Feng Xinyou's favorite subordinate, unhappy.

"Your President Shen is pretty awesome," Feng Shu flipped through the pages. The new product was basically just a pair of chopsticks for you to make bread.

This was the first difficulty Shen Zhi had faced since taking office. It was both an opportunity and a challenge. As luck would have it, Feng Shu was the scapegoat, so Shen Zhi immediately threw the blame away.

This achieved three goals at once: it gave Feng Xinyou face and solved his own crisis when he took office. Feng Xinyou's son took the lead in making new products. If they did well, it was the credit of Shen Zhi's assistants; if they did poorly, it was all Feng Shu's fault. How could Shen Zhi have the power to veto the plan made by Qiaojia's heir?

Feng Shu relaxed his stiff neck. The man who was soft on the outside but dark on the inside was probably Shen Zhi. He was full of schemes and you never know when he would set a trap for you. It was really scary.

Feng Shu hugged himself tightly in pain, feeling weak, pitiful and helpless.

Tao Siyu looked at Feng Shu in confusion as a strange smile gradually appeared on his face, as if he had encountered something challenging and interesting. Tao Siyu shook her head secretly. No wonder Mr. Shen didn't like him. He was so unpredictable.

Tao Siyu didn't hear Feng Shu's sarcasm.

"It's really amazing. Mr. Shen has been an excellent student since he was young. He ranked first in the school, was admitted to a university, and obtained a double degree in postgraduate studies." Tao Siyu's admiring tone shows his admiration for Shen Zhi.

I should not join a certain organization called Shen Zhi, where people are in awe and believe in Shen Zhi.

"Is he without flaws?"

Tao Siyu looked determined and shook her head: "Mr. Shen is a perfect person."

He has been fooled by PUA, is there no normal person in the whole company? What a large-scale Shen Zhi fanatic scene.

Feng Shu looked kind and said in a teaching tone: "How can a living person not have flaws? You will always find them."

Tao Siyu: …

We have to fight against people like Shen Zhi. Not only is it interesting, but it can also uphold justice. It is a great thing to eliminate harm for the people.

Feng Shu imagined himself messing up, and the usually calm and self-possessed Mr. Shen breaking down and becoming furious in the office. He couldn't help but smile.

It is time to knock the wooden fish to accumulate merit.

Feng Shu noticed Tao Siyu's eyes that looked like she had seen something weird, and he coughed twice to try to save his image.

"Is there a welcoming ceremony for the new employee?" Feng Shu pointed at himself without hesitation.

Tao Siyu shook her head.

Feng Shu curled his lips maliciously, "Now that I have it, let's have an adventure at the bar tonight, it's my treat."

Feng Shu stood up and left. As he walked out the door, he turned back and reminded, "Call Mr. Shen along."

Tao Siyu was just about to say that Mr. Shen would not go to that kind of place, but Feng Shu had disappeared long ago.

When it was time to get off work, Tao Siyu didn't see Feng Shu either. Young Master Feng was used to being lazy, and Qiaojia was his, so naturally he could do whatever he wanted.

Tao Siyu had just packed his things when Wuyang Wuyang and a group of people took him to a bar, saying that they were holding a welcome party for Young Master Feng.

No, are you really going?

Tao Siyu couldn't figure it out, and what shocked him even more was that Mr. Shen really came.

Shen Zhi was still wearing that low-key and luxurious suit. The dark patterns on the black satin refracted by the crystal lights, making it sparkle and dazzle. If he opened the collar to reveal a bit of his slender white collarbone, he would have been the most alluring and charming person.

Unfortunately, Mr. Shen has a very serious demeanor, with a textured grey tie buckled tightly below his sexy Adam's apple. One can vaguely see the movement of his Adam's apple and the silky bow tie, seeming to be close yet distant.

Feng Shu could sense the stunned expressions of astonishment around him. What a pity, although President Shen was beautiful, he didn't like her.

Feng Shu's living environment was ordinary, even poor. He was hardworking and frugal since childhood. He was more inclined to solid and simple pragmatism, and gorgeous and fragile glass was not his consumption preference.

"Boss Shen," Feng Shuyao raised his hand, his eyebrows and eyes raised, his posture was carefree and unrestrained, "This way."

Shen Zhi glanced at Feng Shu's clothes. He was still wearing the same black work vest and gray sports pants as in the morning. He held a cigarette between his thin lips and used the tip of his tongue to press the cigarette against the corner of his mouth.

Shen Zhi's cleanliness obsession wasn't serious, but he still stayed away from secondhand smoke.

There was an empty seat opposite Feng Shu, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, so Shen Zhi chose to stay a little further away from Feng Shu.

Tao Siyu sat awkwardly next to his boss, too nervous to move. Normally, Tao Siyu and Shen Zhi kept a distance from each other, and she never knew that her boss, who was so serious at work, smelled so good.

The cold, distant and lingering feeling lingered in his breath. Tao Siyu's face suddenly felt hot. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Mr. Shen's slender, cold white neck approaching, and she stopped breathing for fear of disturbing him.

"What are we playing?" Shen Zhi lowered his voice, and the ending tone rose, like a stream of clear spring flowing.

Tao Siyu tried hard to suppress the itching in her ears and organize her words, but Feng Shu beat her to it.

"Mr. Shen, do you want to play truth or dare?" Feng Shu raised his voice, his dark brown pupils shining, as if he was sure that Shen Zhi would join.

Shen Zhi caught the provocation on Feng Shu's face and raised his lips calmly, "Okay."

With Shen Zhi's joining, the company's employees are enthusiastic and eager to try.

The recent preparations for new products have made the employees extremely nervous, not to mention the big devil Shen Zhi is watching closely. During the hard-earned free time, everyone had a great time and the atmosphere was lively.

Everything came to an abrupt end when Shen Zhi lost the game. What a joke! Who dares to touch the boss?

Feng Shu licked the cigarette mouthpiece and tasted a faint bitterness.

Who is the good guy playing truth or dare? Of course it is a big adventure.

"Mr. Shen," Feng Shu said with his tongue rolling around, "Take off some clothes!"

There were sighs all around, but the eyes were honestly glued to Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi looked calm. He lifted his thin eyelids, and his clear glass eyes could clearly see the playfulness in Feng Shu's smile.

"Then," Shen Zhi opened his lips, his cold peach blossom eyes curled up, giving rise to a bit of brilliance, "Master Feng, please watch out."

Feng Shu's eyes suddenly darkened, and he ground the cigarette between his teeth, waiting for Shen Zhi's move.

Shen Zhi's bony and slender fingers fell on his neck, slowly slid to below his Adam's apple, his knuckles slightly bent, his slender white fingertips hooked on the tie, and with a sudden and forceful movement, light blue veins appeared on the back of his hand.

The thin collarbone is exposed in front of the eyes, spreading backwards through the scattered collar, the superior shoulder and neck line is smooth and natural, and the cold white skin is emitting a faint mist.

The grey tie was thrown onto the carpet, tangled in a tangle.

Feng Shu could hear the people around him gasping for air.

Feng Shu took in the whole scene, his sharp teeth piercing the cigarette holder, blinked, and returned to normal, saying in an ambiguous tone: "Boss Shen is really smart."

Shen Zhi turned a deaf ear to it. He had just participated, but now Shen Zhi was going to be serious.

Afterwards, everyone felt the confrontation between Mr. Shen and Young Master Feng. The smell of gunpowder was very strong, and everyone silently left the battlefield to them.

People make mistakes and horses stumble, and this time it was Feng Shu's turn.

Shen Zhi smiled silently, his eyes casually sliding across the middle of Feng Shu's grey sports pants, the meaning in his raised eyes was self-evident.

Feng Shu's lower abdomen tightened when he noticed Shen Zhi's gaze. He spat out the already soggy cigarette, wondering what this old fox Shen Zhi was going to do to him.

Feng Shu forced himself to relax, leaning back lazily, eyes half closed, and said frivolously, "Boss Shen is easy, I accept whatever you do."