"President Xu is right, this seat must belong to President Jiang."
"Indeed, President Jiang, it wouldn't be right for you to sit anywhere else; you must sit here."
Jiang Cheng looked at Xu Jiayin and said with a hint of irony, "President Xu, do you really think so?"
"Of course, President Jiang. Look, how could my son possibly compare to you? It's fine for him to sit with Wang Congcong and the others. He doesn't belong on our side. He's not even qualified to sit next to Old Wang, let alone in this seat."
Being publicly belittled and even humiliated by his own father just to flatter Jiang Cheng, Xu Zhi was clearly fuming inside, but he didn't dare show it too obviously on his face.
After all, in this situation, he knew he had no choice but to cooperate.
However, what disgusted him the most was that his own father actually compared him to Wang Congcong.
He was at least the Vice President of Company, but what was Wang Congcong? He didn't even hold a position in Company.
Although he knew his father was doing this just to give himself a way out, he still felt extremely aggrieved.
Seeing Wang Congcong looking at him with a smug face, Xu Zhi felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.
Xu Jiayin warned his son with a look, then turned to Jiang Cheng and said, "President Jiang, I wonder if you've heard of our Company's Art Troupe?"
Seeing Xu Jiayin suddenly mention the Art Troupe, a hint of confusion appeared on Jiang Cheng's face.
"Art Troupe?"
At this moment, Wang Congcong couldn't help but interject, "The Art Troupe is a major feature of their Company, and then there's the Football Team. I heard that hiring your Football Team for a single match starts at ten million." His tone carried a hint of mockery and disdain.
Jiang Cheng smiled upon hearing this; of course, he knew about the Company Football Team.
After all, in the movie 'Hello Mr. Billionaire', there were plots involving the Company Football Team.
Speaking of this, Xu Jiayin's face showed a hint of pride, and he said confidently, "That's right. Our Daheng Group doesn't just have a powerful Football Team; we also have a stunning Art Troupe! These members are all meticulously selected, none shorter than 165cm, with elegant features, and more importantly, their dancing is exquisite."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown, carefully pondering the deeper meaning behind Xu Jiayin's words.
"Isn't Company an enterprise focused on real estate development? Why is it involved in the arts?"
Facing Jiang Cheng's doubt, Xu Jiayin replied without concealment, "Actually, this Art Troupe is mainly responsible for maintaining our Company's image and public relations; it's not for the general public. As early as seven years ago, I specifically established such a team and handed it over to a subsidiary of the Company for specialized management. They only appear when our Company needs to hold events or have them perform."
Richest Man Wang, who was standing nearby, had a faint smile on his lips as he spoke with a hint of irony.
"Isn't that the truth! Jiang Cheng, let me tell you, their Art Troupe is quite a formidable existence! Whenever the Company encounters any thorny problems, they just invite these people to the 42nd floor of the Company headquarters, let them dance, pour tea, perform, and give massages, and all problems are easily solved."
Xu Jiayin heard the disdain in Richest Man Wang's words, but he didn't mind and just smiled slightly.
He responded, "Old Wang, don't be so bitter. I call this having brains and knowing how to get things done. Look at yourself—when you do business in Shang-Guang-Shen, don't you always get tripped up? You just don't understand the skills and rules of interpersonal relationships. You really need to study the regulations for doing things here in Bei-Shen."
An impatient look appeared on Richest Man Wang's face, and he retorted bluntly, "How could I not know these rules? Isn't it just the so-called 'tea fee'? I have my own principles. I can give you money, but if you want to open your mouth too wide, then at worst, I just won't do the business."
Seeing Richest Man Wang being so serious, Xu Jiayin shook his head and said to Jiang Cheng, "This Old Wang is just being childish. If something can be solved by an Art Troupe, then I'll just throw money at it. Don't you agree, President Jiang?"
Richest Man Wang spoke again, "I just don't want to deal with all this messy superficial stuff; I'd rather do something practical."
Xu Jiayin ignored Richest Man Wang and immediately asked Jiang Cheng, "When are you free? I'll have them perform for you. You have no idea—Old Ma saw them once a while ago and was full of praise; he even whistled on the spot!"
Seeing Xu Jiayin lowering his stance so much to invite him, Jiang Cheng picked up his wine glass and smiled.
He responded, "I've finally understood today that if money is gone, you can earn it back, but if your conscience is gone, you can actually earn even more. As expected of Company, your model must be unique in the country, right?"
Xu Jiayin automatically ignored the irony in Jiang Cheng's words and laughed heartily, "As expected of President Jiang, your summary is spot on!! Doing business isn't shameful. I'm different from Richest Man Wang—as long as it brings profit to our Company, even if I have to go out and dance myself, I wouldn't hesitate."
Xu Jiayin's words caused laughter from the people around them, while Jiang Cheng watched him coldly.
Richest Man Wang rolled his eyes but didn't speak.
Jiang Cheng smiled slightly and then said to Xu Jiayin, "Is what President Xu says true? Since your Company has an Art Troupe and you must watch them day and night, you probably know a lot, right? How about performing a dance on the spot to liven things up for us?"
Jiang Cheng changed his usual demeanor and put on the air of a profligate playboy.