Chapter 27: Flipping the Pot Is Also a Skillful Job

Feng Shu took Shen Zhi's personal belongings home, and he smelled them and found that he didn't wear them at all.

I was fooled again!

"Tuk-tuk," a middle-aged female voice rang out from outside the door, with a local accent. "Young Master, what are you doing in the room? The smoke in the room is drifting outside."

Feng Shu opened the door, and his aunt couldn't stop coughing.

"Young Master, don't smoke like this, your lungs will be black," the enthusiastic aunt tried to dissuade Feng Shu from burning his own life. Seeing the white smoke filling the room, he must have smoked at least one pack of cigarettes.

Feng Shu waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him, "No."

The aunt's eyes were full of distrust. She said, "You haven't smoked yet, there's such a strong smell of cigarettes. You're trying to fool people."

"Auntie, you can just call me Feng Shu, or Xiao Feng is also fine." Feng Shu always felt awkward when the maid auntie called him "Young Master", as if he had watched a TV drama as a child and it had come into reality, which made him feel uncomfortable.

But Shen Zhi's call was different, it was teasing and frivolous, sounding like he was flirting and deliberately making fun of him.

Feng Shu noticed the smile on his face and quickly put on a serious expression. How shameless! He was so happy to be teased.

"Young Master Feng, Master Feng asked me to tell you that you don't have to go to work today." Auntie had worked in the Feng family for many years and knew Feng Shu's background. She also knew that this young master who had just been brought back did not get along with Master Feng.

I still remember the day when President Feng wanted to bring the young master to the company. The young master was covered in dust and dirt as if he had just had a fight with someone. President Feng asked him to change his clothes, but the young master said nonchalantly that it was up to him to go or not.

President Feng had no choice but to take the young master, who looked like he had been dug out of a mud pit, to the company.

Auntie knew at that time that the young master didn't care about the company's inheritance rights or anything like that, so now he should be happy to hear that he doesn't have to go to the company.

But Feng Shu's gloomy expression did not indicate that this was the case.

Feng Shu has lived with his mother since he was a child, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know Feng Xinyou at all. Feng Xinyou desperately wants him to take over the company and has been urging him and nagging him all the time, but now there is no reason for him to give in.

Something must have happened in the company, and Feng Shu had no time to think about it. If something happened, Shen Zhi, as the person in charge, would not be able to escape the responsibility. Feng Shu knew too well what kind of monsters the senior executives in the company were, and even Shen Zhi would find it difficult to cope with them.

Feng Shu left in a hurry. The aunt looked at the door that the eldest master had not closed hesitantly. In fact, she wanted to ask whether she needed to clean the room.

Young people walk very fast and disappeared in a flash.

The auntie went into the house to clean with a spirit of love and dedication to her job. She at least opened a window, otherwise it would be uninhabitable because of the fumes.

The trash can was full of cigarette butts, so the aunt packed them up as usual and put on a new trash bag. On the chair was Feng Shu's suit jacket, but the aunt wasn't sure if Feng Shu wanted to wash it, so she was driven back by the strong smell of cigarettes as soon as she approached.

The aunt noticed a hole on the cuff of the black suit, as if it had been burned by fire. She sighed and shook her head. She didn’t understand why kids nowadays light cigarettes but smoke their clothes instead. What kind of fashionable behavior is this?

As soon as the "stylish" Feng Shu arrived at the company, he was led to the door of the conference room by the anxious-looking Tao Siyu.

"All the proposals approved by Mr. Shen have been suppressed, and the senior leaders are all in the conference room..." Tao Siyu hesitated to speak.

Feng Shu already understood that Chong Da had come to question him.

A powerful voice came from the conference room. Feng Shu thought it was his uncle, and his temper was as bad as ever. "Shen Zhi, you can approve such a bizarre plan? If you can do it, do it. If you can't, get out. Qiaojia, a 20-year-old national brand, can't tolerate you ruining it like this!"

Shen Zhi didn't even lift his eyelids.

Others followed closely and continued to criticize, "We have been following a steady and reliable path since our establishment. This kind of novel approach is simply against public morals and will damage our reputation."

Finally, the head of the sales department said, "Kitsch will never be Qiaojia's choice, and I will never approve any plan that skirts the line."

After listening to the senior executives' passionate expressions of their ideas, Shen Zhi did not make any response. He placed his pen upside down on the conference table, making a crisp "click-click" sound. The calm and rhythmic sound miraculously put an end to the quarrel.

Shen Zhi was waiting, waiting for an opportunity that would allow him to completely refute them and leave them speechless.

The door of the conference room was banged open. The loud noise startled everyone present and they all looked over.

Tao Siyu rushed in angrily at the door. Tao Siyu was very introverted. When he was a student, he only cared about studying. Even though he wanted to communicate with his classmates freely, the complicated schoolwork and busy part-time job made him gradually silent.

Tao Siyu had never encountered a large scene in front of thousands of people. That would make him so timid that he couldn't say a word. Even though there were only a few people in the conference room now, their killing power was no less than this, and Tao Siyu still couldn't open his mouth.

Tao Siyu secretly glanced at Mr. Shen who was closing his eyes in deep thought. It shouldn't be like this. They shouldn't be maliciously accused by Mr. Shen for working hard day and night. He saw Mr. Shen's efforts, which were much more practical than any of the people present who talked big.

He also had selfish motives. In the final selection of Qiaojia's interview, the interviewer intentionally eliminated him because he spoke unsteadily. Even if he ranked first in the written test, the interviewer would prefer employees who were confident and generous.

It was Mr. Shen who appointed him as his assistant. He worked with Mr. Shen to reach his current position, and he is very grateful to Mr. Shen.

Tao Siyu blushed, and walked behind Shen Zhi with great composure, trying to maintain her dignity, "It was Young Master Feng who proposed the plan, and President Shen... was just following Young Master Feng's instructions. As Chairman Feng's designated successor to Qiao Jia, Young Master Feng's power is not comparable to that of our President Shen."

"Shen...always follows orders, and can never go beyond the heir," Tao Siyu nervously defended Shen Zhi and lowered her head uncontrollably.

The sound of Shen Zhi knocking on the table also stopped abruptly.

The opportunity has arrived.

"Who are you? Is it your turn to speak? No matter what the occasion, are we directors here to be lectured by a junior employee like you who is ignorant of the immensity of the world?" Uncle Feng pointed at Tao Siyu's nose and cursed at him, spitting out saliva.

Tao Siyu suppressed her embarrassment and accepted the torrential barrage of insults.

The head of the sales department is actually Feng Shu's distant uncle. He is old-fashioned and conservative in his iron rice bowl and never makes any mistakes, so Feng Xinyou put him in the sales department. Qiaojia's reputation was known long ago, and Feng Xinyou needed a sales manager who would not make any big mistakes, that's all.

"Xiao Shen, you should also manage your subordinates better. They talk too much without talking to their superiors. You have no tact at all," said the sales director unhappily.

Tao Siyu had never suffered from the harassment of being criticized by thousands of people. All the accusations turned into sharp blades that pierced his chest and pressed on his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But it was all worth it. At least he took on some of the responsibility for Mr. Shen, which made Tao Siyu feel a little happy.

"That's enough," Shen Zhi, who had not spoken since he sat down, spoke up now, "I will take care of my own people, so let's get back to business."

Tao Siyu, who had just pretended to be calm, felt a sour feeling in his nose. Looking at Mr. Shen's thin and straight back, he felt a little aggrieved. It was an inexplicable grievance for being protected by someone. In fact, Tao Siyu did not feel aggrieved, he just hadn't been protected by someone for a long time.

The directors stopped protesting after Shen Zhi gave them a mild rebuke.

"Feng Shu is a wild and ignorant person. Don't you understand that too? You don't advise him either. Is Qiaojia a toy in his hands? He lets her play with her." Uncle Feng Shu was unhappy but softened his tone. Feng Shu was someone Feng Xinyou valued, and he would not point a gun at him so blatantly.

"Yes, Xiao Shen, Feng Shu is an outsider, we can't just listen to him," the crowd echoed.

Shen Zhi raised his eyelids and showed some weakness when he saw that they were able to talk calmly. "After all, I am still working for the Feng family. I will do whatever the boss says. The same goes for the heirs."

"The management of a company is not a one-man show. Xiao Shen, you still have to have your own ideas. Chairman Feng promoted you to this position because he values ​​your abilities," the sales director said earnestly, looking very optimistic about Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi wanted to laugh after hearing this. If he didn't listen to them, he was pretending to know everything. But if he listened to Feng Shu, he was saying that he had no opinions of his own. It turned out that he should listen to them in order to be recognized.

Shen Zhi's eyes darkened. It was time to replace these old-fashioned people.

It wasn't what he thought, it was a letter requested.

Feng Shu had no idea what Shen Zhi was up to, the situation was almost as bad as the six major sects besieging Guangming Peak. Shen Zhi could endure their quarrels, but that didn't mean he would be the one to suffer.

"Why do you have the final say now? My dear uncles, as the heir, do I no longer have the power to make decisions for the company?" Feng Shu leaned lazily against the door and said nonchalantly.

He looks like a complete dandy.

The conference room was silent for a moment. Feng Shu was a mess, and they had seen this before.

When Feng Xin first found him, they took him out of the police station. They heard that he had beaten someone half to death. In the end, Feng Xin paid money to settle the matter with the person involved.

After returning to the Feng family, Feng Shu never treated anyone well, and they usually walked around him.

Feng Shu raised the corner of his mouth and looked around at the people who had been so arrogant just now and were now speechless. He felt that his mother should not have taken her anger out on him at the time. After all, torturing the child would not save her. If his mother had gone crazy at these old men, perhaps there would have been a different effect.

Feng Shu wandered to the main seat, pulled a chair and sat next to Shen Zhi, casually put his hand on the chair where Shen Zhi was sitting, tilted his head and asked, "Boss Shen, do I have this authority?"

Shen Zhi's face was as white as jade, with slight wrinkles on it, as if it was suddenly injected with fresh vitality.

"Of course."

Feng Shu raised his chin and glanced sideways at the bottom. The arrogant look on his face was enough to choke the directors.

Uncle Feng Shu was the first to lose his temper. "Feng Shu, you have the decision-making power, but you are a newcomer. Professional matters should be handled by professionals. Your messing around will be very detrimental to Qiaojia's development."

"Oh, really?" Feng Shu pretended to be shocked, "Then Third Uncle, do you think so too?"

Third Uncle Feng Shu is not as capable as eldest Uncle Feng Shu, and his personality is also dull. He just lives on the dividends from Feng Xinjue.

Uncle Feng Shu was suddenly called out. He glanced at Uncle Feng Shu before slowly saying, "Professionals will do a better job."

Feng Shu sneered and asked, "Really?"

Uncle Feng Shu changed his words again, "Of course your decision is different from others and may have unexpected results."

"You are just a bunch of grass on the wall," Uncle Feng Shu cursed inwardly.

Shen Zhiyu glanced at Feng Shu and lowered his head to think that Feng Shu disliked his third uncle very much, even more than his eldest uncle.

What Shen Zhi didn't know was that it was this seemingly honest man who persuaded Feng Shu's mother to accept Feng's affair, and even deliberately took Feng Shu away to force Feng Shu's mother to voluntarily give up her property when they divorced.

"Uncle San hasn't made any progress in recent years. He's been playing both sides and has no opinion of his own." Feng Shu touched his chin and frowned in thought. "I guess you don't have much ability to manage the company. Why don't you resign?"

These words shocked Shen Zhi's heart.

Uncle Feng Shu couldn't sit still any longer. "Feng Shu, he is your third uncle. What right do you have to ask him to resign? You are simply disrespectful to your elders and have corrupt morals."

"Uncle," Feng Shu said slowly and logically, his words were inexplicably irritating, "Anyway, Qiaojia will be mine in the end. Whether it's good or bad, it's all up to me. I can do whatever I want, and naturally I can let anyone resign if I want."

"If you don't agree, go find a letter, of course." Feng Shu paused, then said with a smile, "Uncle, if you don't want to do this anymore, you can leave."

Feng Shu made everyone so angry with just a few words.

"You little bastard..." Uncle Feng Shu slammed the table and stood up, his face livid, "Qiaojia was defeated by you a long time ago."

An overly indifferent voice interrupted, "Qiaojia's sales have been rising slowly in recent years, but its competitiveness has declined significantly compared to similar brands, and its leading position in the industry is in jeopardy."

Shen Zhi flipped through the materials and after describing Qiaojia's recent developments, he paused for a moment and said in a resounding voice, "We need to be determined to change Qiaojia's predicament, so I support all of Feng Shu's decisions."

After Shen Zhi expressed his attitude, Uncle Feng Shu also calmed down a little.

He was the one who started the trouble, and he was also the first to give in.

"Feng Shu, if your plan affects Qiaojia's reputation, I won't let you go," Uncle Feng Shu said harshly and left.

The rest of the crowd also scattered without a leader.

Tao Siyu, who was standing at the back, felt relieved, and was suddenly surprised that her back was wet. Just as she smiled and wanted to praise Mr. Shen for his strategic planning, she saw the unruly Young Master Feng put his hand on Mr. Shen's shoulder.

Shen Zhigu felt his shoulders sink and he looked sideways. Feng Shu's dark brown eyes were staring at him with interest.

"What's up?"

Feng Shu's expression was exaggerated. "Boss Shen, you love me so much. The way you supported me just now was so cool! So cool that I want to marry you."

"Heh," Shen Zhi didn't react at all. He pushed Feng Shu's arm away, stood up and walked out.

Tao Siyu hurriedly followed, puzzled. Didn't Mr. Shen push all the responsibilities onto Young Master Feng and make him the scapegoat? Wasn't Young Master Feng's brain not working well enough to thank him?

Tao Siyu followed Shen Zhi to the office.

The director’s trouble today originated from the official announcement of the new spicy snail noodle strips and spicy durian strips by the flavor research and development department on Qiaojia’s official website.

The directors did not interfere much in the new field that Shen Zhi was in charge of. No one was optimistic about the new market that was created from scratch. This time, the spicy strips with strange taste went viral on Qiaojia’s official website, involving the existing market.

The implicated directors could no longer sit still. After careful questioning, they found out that subsequent sales work would involve messy traffic-generating activities in the live broadcast room. Then they organized this meeting to condemn Shen Zhi.

However, no one expected to be destroyed by the closure.

It cannot be said that no one had not thought of this. Shen Zhi had already planned for this matter, and today's event was also expected. He originally wanted to push Feng Shu out to take the blame, and Tao Siyu's words were also the prelude to his comeback.

Shen Zhi glanced at comments such as "Has Qiaojia fallen to this point? What kind of weird flavors have they developed?" and "The other flavors are just average, just for nostalgia." No wonder the directors were losing their temper.

"Call Zhou Chang over here, and Liu Tuchuan as well."

Tao Siyu nodded and went out.

Feng Shu, who was guarding the door, made way for him and went in carrying the thermos.

Shen Zhi heard the noise and saw Feng Shu taking the bird's nest out of the thermos, which was still steaming.

"You didn't have breakfast, so you must be hungry, right?"

Same situation, same conversation. Shen Zhi vaguely remembered that it was steamed buns and soy milk last time. He didn’t understand why Feng Shu was so keen on bringing him breakfast.

Feng Shu felt that Shen Zhi must have disliked the cheap price he bought it for last time. This time, the five-star hotel specially ordered bird's nest for 688 yuan, and Shen Zhi should eat it.

Shen Zhi couldn't feel any attraction to the food in the big red thermos bucket with the words "Thank you benefactor for saving my life" printed on it.

"I don't eat Yan Zi's saliva," Shen Zhi refused.

"Ah?" Feng Shu didn't expect Shen Zhi to answer like that, and tried to sell him, "It's still hot, I just bought it, I saw a lot of people eating it, it should taste good, you can try it."

Shen Zhi pushed back the blue and white porcelain cup in front of him with a clear attitude.

"Just one bite, just one bite." Feng Shu scooped a spoonful of bird's nest and put it against Shen Zhi's lips. He really wanted Shen Zhi to have some. "It doesn't cost you any money. I worked hard to bring it to you. Just have a taste."

Shen Zhi turned his head to avoid Feng Shu's hand, and out of the corner of his eye he saw two people standing at the door in amazement.

Shen Zhi grabbed Feng Shu's wrist and moved him out of his sight, then motioned to the person to come over.

Zhou Chang and Liu Tuchuan moved like quails, fearing that they would be killed because of the unknown secrets of General Shen and Young Master Feng.

Shen Zhi got straight to the point, "Have you seen the official release of the new product reviews by Qiaojia?"

Zhou Chang felt guilty and dared not speak.

Feng Shu, who had just finished gulping down his bird's nest, wiped his mouth and repeated to Shen Zhi in a sly tone, "It's just you two provinces, no joke. Get out of this world with your spicy durian noodles. And those who like snail noodles and those who don't are all silent. It's quite civilized to curse in the comment section."

Feng Shu said pertinently.

Zhou was shocked. Wasn't this all Young Master Feng's fault? How could he have the nerve to complain about him to Mr. Shen?

Shen Zhi looked at Feng Shu's smug expression. If he had a tail, it would have been swung up to the sky. He didn't know what was so good about showing off. It was like inviting favor.

Shen Zhi looked away and said to Zhou, "I'm not blaming you. I mean that you should make good use of this gimmick and cooperate with Liu Tuchuan to promote Qiaojia spicy snacks as soon as possible."

Zhou felt a little overwhelmed. He had never been recognized by Mr. Shen before, and he was so moved that he wanted to cry.

Shen Zhi saw Zhou Chuan's increasingly strange look, and couldn't help wondering if he was too strict. Shen Zhi reflected for a few seconds and turned to Liu Tuchuan, "What's your plan? While Master Feng is here, why not tell us in detail?"

The meaning of the mentioned statement is unclear.

Feng Shu was reluctant to see Shen Zhi today. Last time, he had a one-night stand with Shen Zhi, and the next day, he was attacked by Shen Zhi. Yesterday, it happened again. Feng Shu was not sure what Shen Zhi was thinking.

Feng Shu found that he was actually a little afraid of Shen Zhi. An emotion that had almost never existed since he was a child occupied his mind. He didn't want to hear Shen Zhi say the same or similar words as last time.

Feng Shu was secretly happy when Zhou Chang and Liu Tuchuan came in, because Shen Zhi did not drive him out. He was not sure whether this indicated that he had a different position in Shen Zhi's heart.

Shen Zhi's words just now alerted him that Shen Zhi might have kept him for other reasons, which had nothing to do with love.

Feng Shu's heart was lifted.

Shen Zhi tapped the table with his slender fingers, urging Liu Tuchuan.

Liu Tuchuan faced Feng Shu's eager eyes and said tremblingly, "I am planning to ask Master Feng to be the spokesperson for the new product. Not only will it have a good reputation and consumers will feel more assured when eating it, but there will also be no risk of a collapse. It's a win-win situation."

The more Liu Tuchuan spoke, the lower his voice became, and he carefully watched the expression of Young Master Feng. When he reported it at the beginning, he changed his mind and changed the spokesperson from Mr. Shen to Feng Shu, and he passed the test successfully.

Before he could figure out how to talk to Feng Shu, Mr. Shen pushed him up.

Shen Zhi thought Feng Shu would be angry because when Liu Tuchuan submitted the proposal, he clearly saw his name, but he did not expose it. Shen Zhi also wanted to know how Feng Shu would react when he found out that his little trick had backfired on him.

Feng Shu didn't react and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He was used to Shen Zhi setting traps for him on purpose and he took it for granted.

But, "I don't have time," Feng Shu said with a sincere look, "I still have to go to work."

Shen Zhi hesitated and asked, "What contribution have you made to Qiaojia?"

Going to work, Feng Shuo, means clocking in at the office every day to do physical exercise.

"I actually have a regular job. I took leave these past two days and only report to Qiaojia every day," Feng Shu said tactfully.

Does he look like a homeless person?

Shen Zhi looked at Feng Shu with a frown. It was hard for him not to suspect that Feng Shu's job was either a car mechanic or a small-time hooligan who squatted on the streets and extorted money.

"You guys go out first."

Zhou Chang and Liu Tuchuan looked at each other and said goodbye to Shen Zhi.

"What kind of job can you have?" Shen Zhi hesitated, as if something big had happened somewhere he didn't know about.

Feng Shu choked, he felt that Shen Zhi looked down on him. He was a good young man with a job, five social insurances and one housing fund, okay? He was also a decent man with savings and a wife, okay? Even though his savings had been disappearing at a visible rate recently.

Feng Shu snorted and turned his face away, refusing to answer Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi felt his head aching again, "If you have nothing to do, go out and work."

Tsk, just get out, who are you looking down on?

Just now, Feng Shu who came in met Tao Siyu who was going out. Now, Feng Shu who was going out met Tao Siyu who was coming in. It's a coincidence.

Tao Siyu came in with a cup of black coffee.

"Mr. Shen," Tao Siyu put the black coffee on the table.

Shen Zhi has the habit of drinking coffee. To be more precise, he prefers drinking alcohol. Only under the paralysis of coffee or alcohol can his tense nerves relax for a moment.

"Thank you," Shen Zhi said politely.

Tao Siyu had a lot to say, such as "Thank you, Mr. Shen, for standing up for him today," "Thank you, Mr. Shen, for hiring him," or he could have said it more deeply and intimately to express his position, "I know that Mr. Shen used me as an excuse to change the attitude of the board of directors today. I am happy about this because I was able to help Mr. Shen."

But all the words were buried in Tao Siyu's stomach. A taciturn person always finds it difficult to speak at critical moments.

Seeing that Tao Siyu had not left yet, Shen Zhi asked, "Anything else?"

Tao Siyu shook her head, her eyes fixed on Shen Zhi's delicate and smooth neck. A small piece of flesh with a lusty and voluptuous color was exposed to the air.

Tao Siyu's pupils shrank, then returned to normal, and he seemed to understand something.

Thinking of Feng Shu's attitude towards Mr. Shen, Tao Siyu discovered the secret between the two. Mr. Shen likes men. This realization made his face flushed, and blood rushed into his heart for no reason, swelling violently.

"Nothing," Tao Siyu said with a red face and stammered, "I'll go out first, Mr. Shen."

"Yeah," Shen Zhi continued to process the documents without even raising his head.

Shen Zhi took a sip of coffee, and the bitter taste filled his throat. Shen Zhi suddenly thought of the brand of agarwood that Feng Shu bought. In comparison, the aroma of agarwood could better relieve his headache.

There was a new message on the phone screen. Shen Zhi opened the phone and saw it was from his mother, a message and a few photos.

It was a message urging a blind date and a photo of the girl.

"Xiao Zhi, I have already made an appointment with the girl to meet tomorrow. You can find time to go and meet her tomorrow. The girl graduated from a famous university, has a job, and has a gentle personality and a good temper."

"You should also consider marriage. You need to focus on both career and family. It would be bad if you neglect one while focusing on the other."

"Listen to your parents. They won't harm you. They love you more than anyone else in this world and want the best for you."

…

It was several minutes later that Shen Zhi finished browsing. When his mother saw that she had not received a reply from her son, she immediately sent seven or eight 60-second voice messages, the frequency of which was enough to make people suffocated.

Shen Zhi didn't click on it, but he knew what was inside without even thinking about it. It was all the same old clichés that were annoying to the ear.

"I will go."

The moment the message was sent, the other side stopped bombarding the message, as if it was a reward for Shen Zhi's obedience.

Parents are shackles that can never be broken, and to Shen Zhilai this is terribly true.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the marble floor, and Feng Shu came back with a small doll.

It was Mr. Krabs, who had a serious expression and was dressed in a suit.

"Does it look like you?" Feng Shu placed Mr. Krabs on Shen Zhi's desk, letting Mr. Krabs accompany Mr. Shen, who also loves his work.

"No."

Shen Zhi flicked Mr. Krabs' round belly with his finger, and the little doll, which was less than half the length of his arm, fell to the ground.

Feng Shu helped Mr. Krabs up again with dissatisfaction, "Why are you still bullying your colleagues?"

Feng Shu tried hard not to look at Shen Zhi's bright mobile phone screen, but he couldn't help being attracted to it.

Shen Zhi picked up the phone and glanced at Feng Shu without any emotion.

Feng Shu smiled guiltily, "Add a contact number?"

Shen Zhi called up the interface and asked Feng Shu to take action.

Feng Shu held his phone and pretended to casually ask, "Are you going on a blind date?"

Through Feng Shu's expression, Shen Zhi successfully became Shen Zhi's friend with the contact named Mr. Crab with a small yellow square on his head.

"Are you Mr. Krabs?" Shen Zhi asked in confusion. Feng Shu always had many strange behaviors that people couldn't understand, like an iceberg under the sea, huge and mysterious.

Feng Shu responded.

Shen Zhi subconsciously looked at Mr. Krabs on the table, so what did Feng Shu mean by giving him the doll?

In this world, Shen Zhi is the boss of the protagonist, and is also the one who enlightens the protagonist to realize that he likes men. This can be regarded as the beginning of the protagonist's romantic history.

Just a bed companion.

Everything will end when Shen Zhi meets a good girl after a blind date, returns to his family, and completely cuts off ties with Feng Shu.

Feng Shu will not get entangled, because he and Shen Zhi are only physically together. He will meet his soul mate, the protagonist Shou, and start his life of sadomasochism and deep love.

"You don't know how to kiss in real life, do you? If you marry a gay, you won't get the house," Feng Shu joked.

The curve of Feng Shu's mouth was frozen on Shen Zhi's serious face.

"Yes," Shen Zhi admitted, "I am going on a blind date, and with a girl."

Shen Zhi turned off his phone. Feng Shu in front of him was smiling in a rather charming way.

Feng Shu gave Mr. Krabs to Shen Zhi in the hope that Shen Zhi could be like Mr. Krabs, successful in his career and have a happy family. Now, when he heard that Shen Zhi wanted to go on a blind date, he suddenly felt that having a happy family was just that-so.

Shen Zhi ignored Feng Shu's change of mood and left the office, leaving Feng Shu alone and angry.

Fang Yinyin's live broadcast room was already ready, so he had to go over and confirm everything to avoid any accidents.

Shen Zhi arrived not too late. The scene had already been set up in the live broadcast room. The animated characters in the room were arranged in different styles, in the same style as the packaging design. It was dazzling to watch and there was a strange fusion of the two.

Fang Yinyin divided the men and women into two groups and live-broadcasted on two platforms respectively. This is a new attempt to compare which style is more attractive.

Shen Zhi first went to the boys' side. They were all 180cm tall, with solid muscles without a trace of vacancy. They were pleasing to the eyes. They were all collected one by one by Fang Yinyin in the gym.

"We plan to use them as background boards to broadcast live fitness, and we will have dedicated anchors to introduce the products in the front," Fang Yinyin explained.

Shen Zhi initially agreed to Fang Yinyin's plan in order to give the directors a handle to sanction him. He needed drastic measures to reform Qiaojia's chronic illness, and minor actions would be of no help.

The final effect presented by Fang Yinyin was beyond his expectations, full of vitality and vigor without being vulgar.

Shen Zhi was about to praise Fang Yinyin.

Fang Yinyin's true colors were revealed the next second. "I thought it would be too blatant to skirt the line, so I planned to do it secretly. This way, the audience would only suspect that they had the wrong idea. Our philosophy is that it is better to blame others than to improve ourselves."

Fang Yinyin was talking freely but when she realized that the person she was chatting with was Mr. Shen, she automatically stopped talking.

The reason she didn't get promoted was probably because of her bad mouth.

"Hello, Mr. Shen," Fang Yinyin took Shen Zhi to the fitness enthusiasts who were ready to go and introduced Shen Zhi to them.

Shen Zhi nodded.

Shen Zhi didn't have any communication with them. Fang Yinyin was very sensible in her work. All he had to do was to familiarize himself with every detail and give an explanation to the directors.

The gym athletes whispered to each other that in their imagination, the boss should be a middle-aged man with a big belly, but Shen Zhi's youth and handsomeness far exceeded their expectations.

He is low-key and well-mannered, and looks like a gifted child born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

They felt flattered that someone so unattainable could be so friendly to them.

After looking at the boys' side, Shen Zhi didn't plan to go to the girls' side. The layout and content were similar, except that the live broadcasters were different, so there was no need to go.

When the boys saw Shen Zhi staying, they gathered around him. They were very curious about how Shen Zhi had the experience to reach such a high level as the person in charge of Qiaojia. Shen Zhi did not put on airs and talked to them in a good temper.

Feng Shu, who had just passed by, happened to see this scene.

Fuck, she's popular with both men and women! Feng Shu narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Zhi standing in the middle like a flower, with bees and butterflies swarming towards her smelling the scent. Is this the person he wants to go on a blind date with?

No matter whether you want to be chaste with men or with women, you have to be chaste with one of them. It is too much to take advantage of both.

"Knock knock," the sound of Feng Shu knocking on the glass door attracted everyone's attention in the room.

Shen Zhi turned around and saw Fang Yinyin hurried over to ask Feng Shu if he needed anything.

Young Master Feng told Fang Yinyin in a very arrogant manner that he was going to the girls' live broadcast room and ask for an autograph from his favorite female anchor.

Fang Yinyin didn't take Feng Shu's nonsense to heart. She knew that Feng Shu was just talking nonsense and might have other things in mind when he wanted to go to the girls' live broadcast room, which he didn't want her to know.

Shen Zhi retracted his gaze and answered the person in front of him, "I studied finance and management, but I like archaeology more. It's up to you to decide what major you want to study. After all, your future life depends on you."

The young boy nodded, not quite understanding. It was indeed his own decision as to what major to choose, and his parents had no right to interfere with his decision. What he did not understand was that such a successful Mr. Shen also had a lingering sense of sadness.

Shen Zhi was about to leave. Fang Yinyin, who had sent Feng Shu to the other side, hurried back and said, "Boss Shen, Master Feng is arguing with our minister. Please go and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhi quickly walked towards the opposite side.

It was very close, only about ten meters away, and their quarrel could be heard in the corridor.

As soon as Shen Zhigang reached the door, he heard malicious sarcasm. The bold female voice said casually, "Master, your tear glands are connected to your bladder. Your eyes are oozing with urine, and everything you see is lewd!"

Shen Zhi outside the door was stunned, and Fang Yinyin looked for the head awkwardly.

"She's not like this usually," Fang Yinyin found that the little girls were beautiful but couldn't open their mouths, just like her.

Shen Zhi paused, "It's okay, I know her."

"Ah?" Now it was Fang Yinyin's turn to be shocked.

Shen Zhi pushed the door open and walked in. Feng Shu, who was usually cynical and acted like a boss, tried hard to stand between a group of girls and the head of the sales department. Judging from this scene, Feng Shu looked like the one who was trying to persuade them to stop fighting.

It was a magnetic and pleasant male voice with a slightly heavy ending. Feng Shu immediately recognized it as Shen Zhi's voice.

"What's going on?"

Feng Shu saw his savior, and then he went to the girl's live broadcast room. It was worth it that he had watched so many live broadcasts. He knew most of them, but he didn't go up to talk to them and didn't spend a penny. It was a bit too much to say that he was a fan, not to mention that he hadn't watched any live broadcasts recently.

Unexpectedly, his cousin came and criticized the little girl in yoga clothes, saying things like "morals of the world are going downhill, people's hearts are no longer the same as before", "she is not a faithful wife, which is extremely ugly", "she has no bottom line and no quality".

The girl, who is in her twenties, is very young and lively, but has a very hot temper. She was raised just like a baby, and she doesn't mind being bullied. She starts to yell at the head of the sales department.

The insults he gave were more extreme than those given by the sales director, more vulgar, and more hurtful.

Feng Shu originally spoke for them, but in the face of absolute strength, he felt that he was being too sentimental. They didn't need any help at all. Now Feng Shu could only block them to prevent them from getting angry and hitting others.

"Shen Zhi!"

"Big brother on the list!"

Two different voices rang out. After shouting, Feng Shu looked towards the source of the other voice. It was a cute and lovely girl. She ran straight into Shen Zhi's arms like a young swallow returning to its nest.

No matter how fast or agile the girl's movements were, they could not match Feng Shu's long legs. She took two steps forward and placed herself two meters away from Shen Zhi.

"What are you doing? Interrupting me from reminiscing with the top guy on the list!" The girl glared at Feng Shu in front of her unhappily.

Feng Shu ignored her and turned to Shen Zhi to confirm: "Big Brother on the list?"

Shen Zhi's eyes passed Feng Shu and fell on the girl. He did not lie to Fang Yinyin. He did know the girl who had just made such a bold statement. "Look."

"It's me," Qiao Qiao replied cutely.

Feng Shu's teeth turned sour when he heard this. He was still not sure that Shen Zhi would be the one who gave the female anchor a big rocket to the top of the list. What a hell of a name, a disgusting and crooked person.

Shen Zhi looked at Qiao with a warm gaze and nodded.

"You gave her gifts to get her to the top of the list?"

A voice of disbelief rang in Shen Zhi's ears. There was no need for Shen Zhi to explain his behavior to Feng Shu, so naturally he did not answer.

Qiao Qiao came over and still remembered Feng Shu for blocking her. She exaggerated, "Of course, I got a lot. I guess all the Rocket Carnivals that you can put together were earned by the No. 1 guy on the list."

Shen Zhi noticed that the two were secretly competing with each other, but he did not interfere. He walked up to the head of the sales department and said in a cold voice: "Minister Qian, your behavior today was biased. I will tell Chairman Feng the truth. Every employee should be respected, and you should not make biased remarks."

"I hope you can apologize to them," Shen Zhi said at the end, his tone serious.

The head of the sales department knew that Shen Zhi was not someone to be trifled with, and he never confronted him head-on. He thought that Shen Zhi would at least give him some face because of his qualifications, but Shen Zhi really slapped him in the face.

The sales director couldn't swallow this insult, so he snorted coldly and left with his hands behind his back.

Shen Zhi did not stop them and sincerely apologized to the girls: "I am sorry. It was my fault today that you were verbally attacked. Today I will ask the finance department to increase your salary by 20% as compensation."

Flexible quality, high when the situation is high, low when the situation is low.

The girls were moved by Shen Zhizhen's sincere apology and waved their hands to show that they didn't care.

Qiao Qiao also hurried over to say something nice, "Brother Bang is a very nice person, unlike the guy with the foot binding that got his brain tangled up."

peaceful solution.

Qiao Qiao surrounded Shen Zhi and chattered, wanting to invite Shen Zhi to dinner, but was rejected by Shen Zhi.

Qiao Qiao did not insist any more, and smiled confidently, "Anyway, we will see each other tomorrow, and we will have dinner together."

Feng Shu saw the clue at this time, grabbed Shen Zhi's wrist and asked for confirmation: "Is she the blind date you are going to have tomorrow?!!!"