Jiang Cheng: "Money received, running away early."
Qin Fen: "@Jiang Cheng, wait, I haven't gotten on the bus yet."
Wang Congcong: "@Jiang Cheng, take me with you, okay??"
Qi Yuan: "Brother Cheng, this little bit of money is too little. Give me one more day, I'll crowdfund another few hundred million, and then we'll run away together."
Chen Hao: "Brother Cheng, don't go! I'll move bricks to support you~~"
Wang Zheng: "Brother Cheng, don't go! Old Chen and I will move bricks together to support you."
Jiang Cheng: "You guys are seriously toxic."
Qi Yuan: "Haha, if I win, I'll take Brother Cheng to see what those rich women look like."
Jiang Cheng: "Gross~~ @Qi Yuan, thanks for the invite, but take Old Wang instead. I personally prefer those who are young and have substance."
Qi Yuan: "@Jiang Cheng, there's no way for that. I don't even have that myself."
Zheng Zhigang: "@Jiang Cheng, you like high-IQ girls??"
Wang Congcong: "@Zheng Zhigang, let me summarize for you: Jiang Cheng likes young female college students."
Zheng Zhigang: "Haha, I've learned a new term again."
Qi Yuan: "But I'm a bit curious, what kind of guys do those rich women at sea like?? Can I go and see for free, and maybe earn some tips on the side?"
Wang Zheng: "@Qi Yuan, your looks and physique are definitely qualified, but I've heard those rich women have high requirements for duration."
Qin Fen: "@Qi Yuan, the rich women at sea like the same things we do—all sorts of variety. I heard those male models are all trained; they have Daniel Wu and Eddie Peng types, and even foreigners and black guys. As long as you have money, you can order any package you want."
Qi Yuan: "It's that competitive?? Looks like I don't have a chance."
Wang Congcong: "@Qi Yuan, you're really toxic. I'm impressed. Aren't you afraid your dad will break your legs?~~"
Qi Yuan: "If you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know?"
He Youjun: "If you brothers like, I can arrange for you to take a look."
Wang Congcong: "@He Youjun, your family's ships don't actually have these kinds of activities, do they??"
He Youjun: "No, no, our family deals in cargo ships and cruise ships. It's not like that, don't misunderstand."
Zheng Zhigang: "I didn't even dare to speak just now. Can these things even be discussed??"
He Youjun: "Brother Zhigang, don't worry, we won't do anything illegal."
Wang Congcong: "@Jiang Cheng, do you want to go and see for yourself??"
...Two hours later, inside the spacious and luxurious chairman's office of Maiwei Company.
A slightly chubby middle-aged man was tightly hugging a woman who looked like a college student—sweet-looking, fashionably dressed, and full of youthful vitality.
He sat leisurely upon a soft, comfortable sofa.
"There's a dinner party tonight, shall we go together??"
The woman looked troubled and shook her head gently, saying, "Old Dong, but I really don't know how to drink."
Old Dong waved his hand dismissively and joked with a smile, "What's the big deal about not knowing how to drink? Didn't you just say you didn't know how to sit on my lap, yet aren't you sitting on it now? Haha... Don't worry, we'll have a few good drinks tonight. I guarantee you, once you join the company, the position of department manager will definitely be yours. How about it?"
As he spoke, one of his hands dishonestly reached into the woman's sweater.
A wave of coldness came from inside the sweater; the college student couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust in her heart, but she forced herself to endure it without lashing out, silently calculating in her mind.