Chapter 18 Silent until it speaks, then it roars and astounds.
—Of course, I won't post pictures of young married women.
Cheng Jia's nickname for Shi Qingci in WeChat is quite interesting.
This resulted in their chats having this kind of style.
[This is a scam: Good evening, Mr. Shi]
[Mr. Shi: Speaking]
[This is a scam: My boss asked, "It's a long night, wouldn't you like to do something exciting?"]
Mr. Shi: What are we playing?
[This is a scammer: [human]]
"What did he reply?" Zhou Minghe couldn't see the phone screen.
Cheng Jia, with a cigar casually dangling from his lips, glanced up at his customers at the lounge: "What's the rush? I'm asking."
"Hurry up, and while you're at it, ask him what he did today, whether someone invited him to dinner, and which company they're from..." Zhou Minghe rambled on.
Cheng Jia was speechless.
The boss thought too highly of his relationship with Shi Qingci.
Does he have the right to question someone's itinerary?
About half a minute later, the other side replied on WeChat.
Mr. Shi: What kind of activity is Renba?
"......"
Cheng Jia smiled, biting on a cigar.
This is a scammer: he's just a person.
Mr. Shi: Who?
[This is a scam: Whoever you want to play, I'll arrange it]
I replied with that sentence subconsciously.
It wasn't until the message was sent that Cheng Jia realized it was President Shi, not some other client.
He quickly withdrew, but it was too late.
Mr. Shi: Are you coming now?
Cheng Jia's brow twitched.
"...So? Is he going to play?" Zhou Minghe asked, leaning closer.
Cheng Jia turned off her phone screen and lied, "He said he's going to sleep, he's not playing."
"Oh, I see." Zhou Minghe said with a hint of regret.
Cheng Jia nodded, holding the hot phone.
"Then why are you still standing there? Don't you know how to greet customers during work hours? Go check what the customers at the individual tables need. Stop scattering this rubbish, and stop smoking your cigar after it's gone!" Zhou Minghe urged Cheng Jia to get to work.
A true shrew.
No boss can stand by and watch his employees stand around doing nothing.
Cheng Jia rolled her eyes inwardly, took off her cigar, and stubbed it out in the ashtray next to her: "Yes, boss."
"Did you say goodnight to President Shi?" Zhou Minghe asked again.
It seems that Cheng Jia is nonchalant and doesn't care at all.
Cheng Jia didn't even turn her head: "Why don't you log into my account and chat with him?"
"You..." Zhou Minghe was speechless.
Finally, he strolled away like an old man.
The dance hall was brightly lit and filled with explosive, high-pitched music!
After pouring drinks for the customers at the individual tables, Cheng Jia waited until he caught a glimpse of Zhou Bapi leaving before taking out his phone and looking down at it.
Mr. Shi: A person?
"......"
[This is a scam: The boss told me to say goodnight to you, goodnight]
[Mr. Shi: You shouldn't be called Cheng Jia, you should change your surname to Qian. I don't need your goodnight, shut up.]
Shi Qingci, who was sitting on the sofa in the hotel, put down her phone.
He looked unhappy and drank his tea with his eyes lowered.
Every sentence had to include "my boss," as if afraid he wouldn't know that Cheng Jia only reluctantly contacted him at Zhou Minghe's behest.
It's utterly pointless; it's purely about money.
Let's change our name to Qian Jia!
In the bar, Cheng Jia received a long note from Shi Qingci.
After finishing watching, he put away his phone and went to greet the guests.
Shut up then, it wasn't his intention to send that goodnight message in the first place.
As for the irony that led him to change his surname...
Cheng Jia gave a self-deprecating smile.
That's right, well said.
That's settled then.
*
Before we knew it, it was time to visit the villa.
It was a gloomy, rainy day. The modified dark red Chevrolet sports car had its roof closed, and soothing blues music was playing inside.
Cheng Jia was wearing black Bluetooth earphones and answering a call from Boss Zhou.
"I'm here to pick him up from the hotel, I'll be there soon."
Zhou Minghe: "Ask them if they've had breakfast yet, then take them to have breakfast first, go to Guangdelou for morning tea, and order the expensive dishes."
"It's almost noon, time to go have dim sum?" Cheng Jia almost thought she had misremembered the time. She glanced at the central control screen and it was indeed almost 11 o'clock.
There was a crisp sound of someone slapping their forehead over Zhou Minghe's side.
"I forgot! I just woke up and thought it was morning."
“...You drank again last night, didn’t you?” Cheng Jia saw the hotel entrance ahead. “I’m here now. I’ll figure out what to do for lunch. They might not eat with me anyway.”
Zhou Minghe hurriedly instructed, "Is it raining outside? Can you borrow an umbrella and go into the lobby to catch it... Oh, Cheng Jia, Manager Cheng! Do you really have to wait for me to tell you such a small detail? I don't think you're this casual when you're dealing with other clients. Are you deliberately torturing me?"
"Honestly, boss, I treat every client this way, and I treat them all very well," Cheng Jia concluded. "You're just being too concerned about this one, worrying unnecessarily."
Zhou Minghe: "Anyway, put in the effort. Bye!"
"Okay, okay." Cheng Jia waited for the boss to hang up.
He sighed after hanging up the phone.
Is this job easy?
"......"
There's no need for Cheng Jia to get out of the car and go into the lobby to pick someone up.
Two assistants in suits, holding transparent umbrellas, escorted Mr. Shi out of the lobby, followed by seven or eight bodyguards wearing masks.
Shi Qingci was also wearing a black face mask.
It was drizzling, and the sky was overcast.
The scene of this group of people walking out looked like something out of a movie.
Cheng Jia got nervous and showed off her driving skills by slowly moving over, bringing the car to a smooth stop with a high-class touch, the rear door perfectly positioned in front of President Shi.
but--
"Passenger," Shi Qingci said, taking off her mask.
His assistant's name is Tony Ding.
His English name is Tony, and his surname is Ding.
At first glance, it sounds like a hairdresser or stylist who just came out of a hair salon.
However, the name is just a personal preference. He graduated from a reputable finance school and was a high-level assistant who interned on Wall Street.
She is in her early thirties, married with children.
Tony quickly realized from hearing the two words Tony kept saying that he wanted to sit in the passenger seat, so he didn't ask any more questions, simply switched the umbrella to his hand, and opened the passenger door.
"Mr. Shi, we'll stay at the hotel and work from there. If you need me to pick you up, please give me a call."
It was clear that Shi Qingci had told them not to follow.
"Find the office location as soon as possible," Shi Qingci told him, then got into the car.
Tony: "Okay."
A damp scent of fir wood mixed with rainwater suddenly rushed into the carriage.
Because there was an extra person in the passenger seat.
Cheng Jia turned her head and saw that Shi Qingci was wearing a beige hooded sweatshirt and light gray casual pants.
It doesn't feel business-like at all; it's a very comfortable outfit.
This person can make anything look like it's worn by a model.
His face is undeniably handsome.
Just as Cheng Jia was about to drive, there was a knock on the driver's side window.
Tony Ding came around from the back of the car.
The assistant bent down to look at Cheng Jia, speaking in a very businesslike tone.
"Thank you for your help. Please feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything. This is my business card."
“No trouble at all! I’m Jin He’s marketing manager, my name is Cheng Jia.” Cheng Jia took the business card and then felt her coat pocket, only to find that she hadn’t put her business card in her new clothes. “Sorry, I didn’t bring one today.”
Tony smiled and said, "It's alright. I remember you. Your first night in Golden Harbor City was at Golden Harbor Entertainment City."
They were all present at the time.
Watch Cheng Jia's unfinished striptease performance.
It left a deep impression on me and was unforgettable.
Because this is the only person that Mr. Shi has ever "punished".
Before we met, I always made those kinds of jokes with people.
It's quite novel.
“...Oh, I see,” Cheng Jia said awkwardly, remembering how embarrassing that night was. “I’ll take President Shi with me first.”
Tony and his bodyguards watched the car drive away.
The carriage was quiet.
"......"
Shi Qingci started examining the interior as soon as he got in the car.
Check the car for any items that do not belong to Cheng Jia.
For example, plush toys, flowers, lipstick, high heels, or women's clothing.
Very good, clean and tidy.
There was nothing there.
He started glancing at the person in the driver's seat.
Cheng Jia looked much more energetic than a few days ago. Perhaps it was because the brown leather jacket she was wearing was quite high-quality, making her look more energetic. Underneath, she was wearing a black sweater and had a fresh scent of soap on her.
A titanium steel necklace was hanging around her neck...
The hand resting on the automatic lever was still wearing that cheap new ring!
Who gave this ring?
Tasteless.
Cheng Jiadai is quite diligent.
Shi Qingci's expression immediately turned cold.
He glanced at Cheng Jia's fingers, deliberately picking a fight.
"Why did it take you 11 o'clock to pick me up? Manager Cheng is indeed too busy. Did he sleep with someone again last night? He must be so tired that he can't get up early."
Cheng Jia: "......"
I started examining the interior of the car as soon as I got in, my obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness making me afraid of any dirt or grime.
Because he had cleaned the car before he came, he couldn't find anything to criticize.
So they changed their tactics?
Her sharp tongue hasn't diminished in the slightest compared to back then.
It remains silent until it speaks out, then it roars and astounds everyone.
Ha, climbing into someone's bed?
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