Vice President Gao chose a renowned wilderness training camp in the southern city for the team building.
As the bus neared its destination, it was like being on a movie set, with various imposing training grounds and slogans visible from afar.
A line of young, tall coaches, dressed in camouflage uniforms, belts cinched at their waists, black combat boots on their feet, and caps on their heads, stood facing forward with a stern and professional demeanor.
Expecting the team building to be about eating, drinking, and relaxing, they hadn't anticipated playing physical games.
The women grumbled, the men cheered, and the bus erupted into renewed clamor.
Jiang Nanfang had been breathing in the air through the window; thankfully, she hadn't felt nauseous along the way.
But seeing this now, she thought, weren't they supposed to come here to talk about motivational stories and promote corporate culture? This...
She shouldn't have listened to the cunning Vice President Gao!
Upon arrival, Vice President Gao told everyone to disembark, "Line up neatly. We'll be re-dividing into teams shortly."
Jiang Nanfang and Zhan Beijue were the last two.
Jiang Nanfang said, "Vice President Gao, I'm not feeling well and cannot participate in the drills."
"Weren't you told I just needed to show my face and didn't have to do anything? I won't get off.
"They look imposing, but it's just a few simple little games, not tiring."
Vice President Gao showed her the list of activities.
"Believe me, they're all intellectual games to train teamwork. You're all tired enough from work, don't worry, we definitely won't make you exert yourselves intensely."
Jiang Nanfang glanced at the list of activities; that was more acceptable.
She stood up.
"Excuse me, President Zhan, could you please let me pass?"
Zhan Beijue looked straight ahead, as if he hadn't heard. After a two-second pause, he stood up and asked Vice President Gao.
"How will the teams be divided?"
"Go ask the coach. Come on, let's all participate, no slacking."
The three of them got off and stood at the front of the line.
The head coach delivered a serious and impassioned speech to everyone, then had them count off one by one.
From one to the last person.
Vice President Gao, being at the front, naturally said one.
Zhan Beijue reluctantly said two, Jiang Nanfang said three, all the way to the 151st person.
The coach said, "There are a total of 151 colleagues. We'll have 25 people per team, making six groups in total."
"One to 25 is the first group. Now, please arrange yourselves into your teams according to the number you just called out."
"Ten points for finishing the lineup within one minute, ten points deducted if not completed. The 151st person, come to me."
With a rustle, everyone quickly began forming teams based on the numbers they had called.
The person at the very end ran to the coach.
"You will be my assistant and help me supervise them for any cheating throughout."
Soon, everyone was in line, and the coach said again.
"Alright, the six teams have assembled. Now, within one minute, discuss your team name and who the captain will be. The games are about to officially begin, quickly!"
The pace was quite urgent.
Stimulated by his shouting, everyone immediately developed a competitive spirit and squeezed together to discuss team names.
The team members were from the technology and finance departments. Vice President Gao turned to ask them what they planned to name their team.
"Wolf Warriors. Invincible, unstoppable, the obvious choice for our team."
"And the captain?"
"President Zhan, this is a no-brainer. Engineer Jiang will be the vice-captain, no one has any objections."
Vice President Gao happily made the decision and raised his hand to report to the coach.
"We've decided! The team name is Wolf Warriors, Captain Mr. Zhan Beijue, Vice-Captain Ms. Jiang Nanfang."
"Very efficient. Assistant, give them ten points."
Then, the head coach dispatched a coach to walk up to them.
"Get ready and follow me to change clothes."
Everyone changed into camouflage uniforms.
Knowing Zhan Beijue's germophobia and exceptionally tall stature, Vice President Gao had a custom-made outfit prepared for him in advance.
After changing into the new clothes, he looked incredibly cool.
Everyone had seen the Korean drama Descendants of the Sun, right?
He looked exactly like Song Joong-ki oppa when he first appeared in his military uniform and sunglasses.
Watching him emerge, wearing sunglasses and a sharp camouflage uniform with a stoic expression.
When she looked up, Jiang Nanfang was once again captivated by his handsomeness.
Damn it. This dog of a man, his looks are so outstanding, so easily tempting one to sin.
Don't look at him, don't admire him!
He's just a rotten egg on the inside despite the beautiful exterior, don't look at him!
Unexpectedly, in Zhan Beijue's eyes, Jiang Nanfang was the same.
Her exceptionally outstanding appearance easily tempted one to sin, and he was also advising himself not to look at her.
This woman, though not very tall, had truly beautiful curves.
Her skin everywhere was good, and even her hair looked more lustrous and shiny than the women around her.
Wearing sunglasses and a hat, with a belt cinched, she stood there with heroic spirit.
He really wanted to rush over and give her a hug...
The women from the finance department started screaming when they saw Zhan Beijue.
"President Zhan is so handsome! Oh my god, look at his legs, they must be two meters long."
"Longer than Song Joong-ki's legs, help, I'm going to faint."
"So lucky to be on the same team as him today, should we ask him for a photo?"
"I don't dare. They say President Zhan is difficult to talk to, what if he refuses..."
"Oh, come on, there are a few of us. With so many people, he won't refuse."
Several of them walked up to him, whispering to each other while holding their phones.
"President Zhan, could we take a picture with you?"
Zhan Beijue had seen them approaching from afar and was mentally prepared.
"Someone will help take photos midway, and they'll be posted in the group at the end for everyone to choose from. It's not necessary now."
He shifted uncomfortably to the side.
This habit of his, of feeling uncomfortable interacting with women other than Jiang Nanfang, clearly hadn't improved.
Seeing that he was indeed unapproachable, they stuck out their tongues and went back to line up.
The teams were formed, and the coach came over to tell them.
The most important aspects of a team are trust and collaboration skills.
To build mutual trust, the first game they would play is number transmission.
"You have ten minutes. The method is unlimited, as long as you transmit the number you know to the next person."
"This game, to date, no team in the world has ever completely won. It greatly tests默契, so be prepared."
Everyone was quite dismissive.
Just a few numbers, passed from one person to another.
They weren't elementary school students, they didn't believe they couldn't pass it correctly.
The captain sat in the first position, the vice-captain in the second, and Vice President Gao in the third.
Twenty-five people lined up in order. The coach wrote four numbers, 8538, and gave them to the 25th person.
He confidently raised his hand and wrote these four digits on the back of the teammate in front of him.
Then, everyone wrote on the teammate in front of them based on what they guessed.
By the time it reached Vice President Gao, it had already become 839.
Then, because Vice President Gao's clothes were uneven, it poked his hand, and he perceived it as 837 when transmitting it to Jiang Nanfang.
Jiang Nanfang looked at Zhan Beijue's broad and well-fitting back, breathed a sigh of relief, and gently traced a few lines on his back.
She felt a gentle current on his back, her whole body tingled slightly, and a few numbers entered her mind.
Zhan Beijue took the paper and wrote down 837.