The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1679: Chapter 681: Just Want Some Peace_2

What did Zhou Wang mean by that—was it because, in his eyes, he and the apprentice were already two dead men, so ”no future trouble” didn’t even apply?

The apprentice was just as shocked, and was about to react when Zhou Wang waved his hand.

”A chief editor from Headline Entertainment is already on the way. In a bit, you give him the stuff and let everything follow the normal process.”

”?”

Fumo was dumbfounded all over again. ”Nor...normal process?”

”Yeah, you just do a normal deal with him, and then they normally post it online. Got it?”

Listening to Zhou Wang’s calm tone, Fumo and the apprentice were both stunned.

What the hell?

Not only was Zhou Wang not retaliating against them, he was even letting them complete the deal like normal?

Fumo wondered if he’d misheard, but when he saw the apprentice wearing the same dumbstruck expression, he knew it wasn’t his imagination.

Zhou Wang could see their confusion, but he just said mildly:

”You don’t need to know why I’m doing this. Just do your own job well, that’s enough.”

Zhou Wang left the USB drive on the table. As the two looked at each other in bewilderment, he added, ”Just one thing—the price might be a bit lower than you expected. No problem, right?”

”Uh, of course...”

Fumo could only nod over and over.

He hadn’t even dared think that, in a situation like this, there’d still be money to be made...

”Oh, right.”

Zhou Wang had been about to get up and leave the meeting room, but suddenly thought of something and turned back. ”You’re called Fumo, right?”

”Yeah, my real name is...”

Fumo hurriedly stood up too.

”No need to tell me. Even if you said it now, I wouldn’t remember... I just think that anyone who can shoot a video others can’t get is a real talent. I rarely see candid shots this clear in terms of angle. Once this matter is wrapped up, interested in coming to work under me?”

”Uh...”

”You can think about it. This is the card of one of my Assistants—if you’re interested, just contact her directly.”

After tossing a business card down, Zhou Wang didn’t stay any longer. He walked straight out of the meeting room, leaving behind the master and apprentice with complicated expressions, staring at each other in silence.

...

”Mr. Zhou, where are we going now?”

After coming out of the meeting room, Sura, who had been waiting by the door, instinctively followed and spoke up.

”Sura, did you forget something?”

Zhou Wang stopped, his tone half-smiling, half-not.

”Ah?”

Sura let out a confused sound.

”You’re Qi Jiayi’s Assistant, not my Assistant. There’s no need to be glued to my backside every day...”

Hearing this, Sura’s cheeks flushed slightly.

It was just that in Korea she’d gotten used to doing that...

She grumbled inwardly, but still said out loud, ”Sister Jiayi told me to follow you more and learn. She hasn’t had much work for me lately, and I figured, if I’m idle anyway...”

”Then I’m giving you a vacation now.”

Zhou Wang said in a tone that brooked no refusal, ”You’ve been trailing after me and running around these days, that’s not easy either. I’ll decide for you: one week off, paid. Understand?”

”Ah, oh, okay...”

”Alright, that’s that.”

”Mr. Zhou...”

Seeing Zhou Wang walk off surrounded by the Bodyguards, Sura couldn’t help calling out again.

”What is it now?”

”Mr. Zhou, where are you planning to go... Uh, it’s not that I want to ask. It’s just that Mr. Jiang’s Secretary came by just now, so I...”

Sura said, a bit embarrassed.

Xu Lingyue?

Zhou Wang understood.

He’d come to the company on short notice without giving Jiang Qingkui a heads-up. Her sending a Secretary to feel things out was perfectly normal... Of course, the more fundamental reason was that Jiang Qingkui also knew today was Zhou Wang’s birthday, yet up till now she hadn’t received any notice from him. Naturally, she was getting a little antsy.

”Where am I going?”

Zhou Wang pondered for a moment, then smiled and answered, ”Right now I just want to be alone...”

...

”Just want to be alone?”

In the CEO office that was over one hundred and fifty square meters, behind the black-walnut desk equipped with multiple screens, Jiang Qingkui sat in a full-grain leather swivel chair, brows tightly knitted.

Her arms were folded, and the well-tailored business shirt stretched just enough to showcase a gorgeous curve. Xu Lingyue, who had just finished reporting, sneaked a glance at Jiang Qingkui, then at herself, and felt a faint sense of inferiority.

Because she knew that, with Mr. Jiang’s personality, she definitely wouldn’t be using any kind of padding...

Jiang Qingkui didn’t notice Xu Lingyue’s little look; she was still mulling over what Zhou Wang meant by that line.

She certainly didn’t think Zhou Wang was playing some tired old meme, but saying something like that on his birthday was a bit too baffling.

The key thing was: Zhou Wang had clearly come to the company yet hadn’t given her any notice. It was like he’d only come to deal with those scandal reporters, and once that was done he just left, completely ignoring her.

On a normal day, with Jiang Qingkui’s proud nature, she’d just take this as one of Zhou Wang’s little ”playing hard to get” tricks, and wouldn’t even bother responding.

But said on the special occasion of his birthday, she wasn’t so sure.

In her view, for someone like Zhou Wang who hates trouble, if he wanted to properly celebrate this birthday and host all kinds of friends, he would inevitably need her help.

Jiang Qingkui had even pre-booked three different restaurants and reserved a hotel ballroom to cover all possible scenarios—so long as Zhou Wang needed anything, she could fulfill all his requirements within an hour.

Yet Zhou Wang had said nothing.

For a moment, Jiang Qingkui hesitated, wondering whether she should take the initiative to call Zhou Wang and ask what his plan actually was...

”Mr. Jiang, you’ve got a new email... It was sent to the CEO mailbox.”

At that moment, Xu Lingyue, who’d glanced at her phone, reminded her.

”What’s it about?”

Lost in her thoughts, Jiang Qingkui asked casually.

With her overseeing the day-to-day operations of such a large group, she had to deal with over a hundred emails daily. Xu Lingyue usually did a first round of filtering for her.

”I can’t see it—it’s an encrypted email, that’s why I specifically came to remind you.”

”Oh.”

Jiang Qingkui answered, then clicked open the mailbox on her computer, planning to read the email herself.

But before she could open it, the internal desk phone on the table rang again.

”Hello?”

”Mr. Jiang, you have two visitors...”

”Didn’t I say I wasn’t seeing anyone today?”

Jiang Qingkui said, displeased.

”I told them that, but one of them claims to be Mr. Zhou’s girlfriend... I really...”

The young lady at the front desk sounded troubled.

”Mr. Zhou’s girlfriend?”

Jiang Qingkui’s expression instantly turned cold.

”Yes. I don’t know if it’s true. They said they came from Beidou...”

”Beidou...”

Chewing on those two syllables again, Jiang Qingkui seemed to have thought of something; the coldness in her eyes only grew.

”Are they pretty?”

”Ah?”

”I’m asking if they’re good-looking. I want an objective answer.”

”Beau...beautiful. I’d say extremely beautiful. I’ve only ever seen women that gorgeous on the internet.”

The receptionist could hear that Mr. Jiang’s tone wasn’t right, but she didn’t dare lie, and could only bite the bullet.

”Heh, got it. Take her to the meeting room... No, bring them straight to my office.”

Halfway through, Jiang Qingkui changed her mind and gave new instructions.

Beside her, Xu Lingyue, who’d been eavesdropping with her ears pricked for a good while, seemed to sense the invisible killing intent around Jiang Qingkui. Her dark eyes swiveled and she volunteered:

”Mr. Jiang, want me to go greet them at the office door?”

She figured it out—most likely, Mr. Jiang’s ”love rival” had arrived.

She herself had pretty much given up on that slim hope, so her thought was simple.

She wanted to see what kind of woman could be described as ’extremely beautiful’...

As for those two receptionists with no real exposure, she simply didn’t believe that there could be a woman in real life more beautiful than Jiang Qingkui.

She planned to give them a preliminary show of force on Mr. Jiang’s behalf.

”Go.”

Jiang Qingkui happened to need a moment to tidy herself up, touch up her makeup a bit, and she nodded in agreement on the spot.