The weather in late October was pleasant, with a gentle breeze and sunshine that felt truly comfortable on the skin.
Zhan Beijue was, as usual, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. His features were sharp, and his hair was impeccably styled. Standing in the beautifully picturesque environment of clear blue skies and white clouds, he looked as handsome as a male model.
Wang Lang, in the same car as Jiang Nan Fang, couldn't help but sigh with admiration as he looked at Zhan Beijue's superior physique from a distance.
"I've long heard that President Zhan is not only outstanding in his abilities but also exceptionally handsome. It truly is true that seeing is believing."
"Even as a man, I find myself blushing and my heart racing when I see him. Rumor has it he's never married and his sexual orientation seems a bit uncertain. Do you think he might like men? I really want to give it a try..."
Jiang Nan Fang couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.
"When you were first interviewed, I thought you were an ambitious youth with aspirations. How have you become increasingly like a unscrupulous merchant who stops at nothing to make money recently? You even thought of using your looks to get ahead. You really are something else."
The car quickly stopped in front of Zhan Beijue. The four of them got out and greeted him one by one.
Company insiders went first. Then, Wang Lang, with starry eyes, respectfully extended his hands.
"President Zhan, I am Wang Lang from Yue Yan Perfume Studio. I've long admired your reputation, and it is truly an honor to meet you today."
Zhan Beijue's gaze had been fixed on him from afar, and he had been secretly observing his demeanor. Just now in the car, he had whispered something into Jiang Nan Fang's ear, and now he was extending his hand.
It was long, slender, with distinct knuckles. Zhan Beijue couldn't help but think to himself: *Pretty boy.*
Jiang Nan Fang's aesthetic taste had always been quite consistent. The opposite-sex friends she made were always of this type. From Xu Yan Chuan, to Ke Teng, to Zhou Jin Xiu, and now to him, all were of the fair-skinned, scholarly type. Zhan Beijue couldn't stand whoever she liked.
He extended his hand and touched Wang Lang's perfunctorily. "Hello."
Even with just a fleeting touch, Wang Lang was overjoyed. "Ah— I touched President Zhan's hand! My luck is about to turn, and I'm going to strike it rich!" He decided he would wrap that hand in a glove as soon as he got back.
The four of them stood side by side. The first three had already greeted Zhan Beijue. If Jiang Nan Fang remained silent, it would seem not only strange but also extremely impolite. Although she didn't want to flatter him, Jiang Nan Fang still had to steel herself and step forward.
"Hello, President Zhan."
Zhan Beijue didn't expose her. He scanned her face with a playful look and then firmly grasped her fingers. "Hello."
*Shameless! Grasping someone's hand so tightly in front of so many people. This fickle scumbag!*
Her skin came into contact with his warm palm, and she could even feel the distinct veins on the back of his hand. A familiar feeling spread through her. Jiang Nan Fang gave him a cold glance and quickly pulled her hand away. Zhan Beijue let his hand drop naturally, his fingertips subtly savoring the smoothness of her hand.
"Coincidentally, the company is holding a meeting here, and it's currently a break. I came down to take a look. I don't mean to disturb anyone; please continue."
Zhan Beijue said this intentionally. He knew that anyone with a bit of sense would not readily agree after he said this. Those who wanted to curry favor with him would seize every opportunity to get closer to him, and they wouldn't let him leave so easily.
As expected, after he spoke, Wang Lang stepped forward with a smile.
"President Zhan must be quite tired from managing the company's affairs every day. The environment here is quite good; it's nice to relax here."
"I've heard that President Zhan is a skilled golfer. Manager Li is currently teaching me, and it's a great honor to meet you here today. I wonder if I could shamelessly ask for your guidance again..."
Through Wang Lang's fawning today, Jiang Nan Fang had truly recalled how difficult her own entrepreneurial journey had been. She found his forced smile so insincere that she felt disgusted. How could someone as cold-blooded and heartless as Zhan Beijue pay attention to it? She thought he was just seeking rejection by being so overly enthusiastic.
To her surprise, Zhan Beijue showed "unexpected" interest after Wang Lang finished speaking.
"You've heard I'm a skilled golfer? Who told you that?"
"Oh, there are many! Even though you're not actively in the public eye, President Zhan, your legend has always persisted in the world. Many people admire you, and they dissect every little detail of your life as an example, repeatedly."
*Such flattery.* Zhan Beijue usually detested glib men who flattered, but today he was quite pleased.
"Since President Wang says so, I'm also feeling a bit of a itch to play. Let's go and play a couple of rounds together then."
Wang Lang was overjoyed and enthusiastically welcomed him into the car.
Back at the venue, Zhan Beijue began to unbutton his shirt cuffs while pretending to ask casually.
"How should we divide the five people? How did you guys form your teams earlier?"
Wang Lang explained their previous team assignments. Zhan Beijue said calmly, "You said I'm a skilled golfer, right? One person can be as good as two. Adding Manager Li, it's really bullying you guys."
"How about this, for fairness, I'll team up with your Engineer Jiang. Let her drag me down a bit, to balance the average skill level."
"..."
Jiang Nan Fang and Zhou Jin Bei simultaneously cursed inwardly.
"He deliberately wandered over here to join the team, just for this moment, right? What exactly do you want? You conniving dog man!"
Seeing Zhan Beijue set his sights on Jiang Nan Fang, Wang Lang's heart felt like fireworks, exploding with delight.
"Yes, yes, we'll do whatever President Zhan arranges."
"It's no fun playing like this. Didn't you guys bet on anything earlier?"
Li Xing Liang was there on assignment and intended to leave after finishing his task, considering it a mere formality. He had no intention of making things difficult for Wang Lang. Neither of them had thought of making a game out of playing ball. But they didn't expect Zhan Beijue, who looked serious and unsmiling, to have so many tricks up his sleeve when playing ball.
Wang Lang had heard before that when big shots played ball together, it was often linked to contracts. They would sign contracts if they lost, or directly exchange land, or engage in resource swapping. He wanted to try this way of playing, but he dared not. In his eyes, if Zhan Beijue didn't leave tonight and could treat him to a meal and exchange contact information, he would be satisfied.
"President Zhan is so knowledgeable and experienced; I fear whatever I suggest won't meet your standards. Why don't you decide?"
Although people who flatter are often annoying, they also have their advantages. They are very observant and know how to offer an out. Zhan Beijue got down from the car with a comfortable posture.
"Then I'll decide. The loser will treat tonight; we'll bet a dinner."
No one could guess his intentions, and everyone present was momentarily stunned. After a moment, Wang Lang was the first to react.
"Okay, it's settled then. The loser pays for tonight's dinner!"
Zhan Beijue nonchalantly and elegantly took the cue stick handed to him by Jiang Nan Fang, brushed past her shoulder, and walked forward to strike a pose. Jiang Nan Fang looked at his tall back, broad shoulders, slender arms, and the meticulously styled back of his head. She really wanted to kick him in the backside.