Zhou Li's face instantly turned red to his ears, and he repeatedly rubbed his hands against the seams of his new uniform pants, even waving his hands in a bit of a panic: "President Jiang! No need, no need! We can't take your things!"
Li Wei also hurriedly shook his head, his eyes subconsciously staring at the four packs of cigarettes.
His eyes were full of trepidation, and his back subconsciously bent a bit more, for fear that taking the cigarettes would break the rules.
How could Jiang Cheng not understand what the two of them were thinking?
Jiang Cheng sat in the leather seat without moving, simply handing the cigarettes forward a bit, his tone carrying a hint of playful urging.
"It's fine. If I give them to you, just take them. Is someone going to report you? I've just come to a stop and am too lazy to get out of the car to hand them to you. Besides, it's hard work staying in the guard booth, so don't be polite."
These words made the two men's tense nerves relax a bit, and Li Wei was the first to cautiously reach out his hand.
The moment his fingertips touched the cigarette box, he quickly gripped it tight, as if afraid it might fall: "Thank you, President Jiang!"
After saying that, he gave two of the four packs of cigarettes to Zhou Li.
Seeing this, Zhou Li also immediately expressed his thanks.
"Then I'll go in first..."
After saying this, Zhou Li immediately trotted back to the security booth and pressed the button for the barrier.
Watching the rolls-royce cullinan drive into the garage, the hands of the two men gripping the cigarette boxes were still slightly tight.
Looking at the Panda Hard Classic in his hand, the dark patterns on the cigarette box shimmered with a delicate luster under the sunlight.
Li Wei carefully tucked the cigarettes into his inner pocket.
He couldn't help but mutter to Xiao Li: "Our President Jiang is truly different."
He pointed toward the office building across the street, lowering his voice even further: "An old buddy of mine is a security guard over there. He says every time the boss there comes, there are three or four cars just to clear the way. The company people have to lead a group of security guards to the entrance to line up and salute. Low-level guards like us don't even have the right to make eye contact with them."
Zhou Li nodded heavily in agreement: "Yeah, I used to work at the Commercial Trade Mansion. When the boss's car came by, we had to stand perfectly straight and salute, not even daring to breathe loudly. Who would have thought we'd ever receive cigarettes handed to us by a boss?"
As he spoke, he leaned in again, his fingertips lightly touching the cigarette box: "Brother Li, are these cigarettes particularly expensive? I saw them at a tobacco shop a few days ago, and it seemed like a single pack cost a hundred yuan."
Li Wei nodded, his voice full of emotion: "You bet. Two packs are two hundred, which is as much as a day's wages for us. The key isn't that the cigarettes are expensive, but President Jiang's attitude—he's clearly a big boss, yet he has no arrogance at all. He even thought about how hard we work in the booth. A boss like this, who doesn't look down on us as 'low-class people,' is truly hard to find even with a lantern."
Jiang Cheng was different from some ordinary Second-generation rich; Jiang Jianming had raised him like a normal child since he was young.
After all these years, his values had long been formed. To put it in less common terms, compared to other people, Jiang Cheng found it easier to get close to the common people.
After getting out of the car, Jiang Cheng didn't go to Xingchen Investment but went over to the Xingchen Entertainment Company instead.
Having not been there for a while, Jiang Cheng noticed that there seemed to be more young beauties in the company.
Especially the Girl at the front desk; she seemed quite pure before.
Now, after the injections, she looked quite good at first glance.
But upon closer inspection, the artificial, silicone-heavy look became more apparent.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.
But what Jiang Cheng didn't realize was that every one of his casual glances caused the Girl to have thoughts she shouldn't have.
Just like now, because Jiang Cheng looked at her an extra time, she instantly felt that the injections she had gritted her teeth to spend a fortune on were indeed very effective.
Otherwise, why would Jiang Cheng have looked at her more today than before?
Thinking this, the Girl picked up her phone again and began browsing the beauty projects at the cosmetic clinic.
Even if she had to take out a loan, she was going to get work done.
If she was one day favored by Jiang Cheng, this money could definitely be paid back in minutes.
When he arrived at Yu Xiaoxiao's office, she happened to be sitting in front of her computer with her head down, conducting a voice meeting with someone.
Voices from the other side of the computer came through the microphone from time to time, seemingly discussing the workflow for next week's event.
Her fingertips tapped rapidly on the keyboard as she asked, "What is it?"
Clearly, Yu Xiaoxiao had mistaken Jiang Cheng for an assistant.
Jiang Cheng didn't answer. After closing the door, he walked toward Yu Xiaoxiao while sizing her up.
Today, she was wearing a mist-blue satin shirt with a small pearl pin on the collar, its soft luster making her skin appear even fairer.
The hem of the shirt was neatly tucked into a black tight skirt.
The skirt was sharply tailored, clinging tightly to her body and outlining the smooth curves from her waist and abdomen down to her thighs.
The hemline fell exactly two fingers above her knees, revealing a section of her smooth calves.
In the past few days, Shanghai had still been a bit cool in the mornings and evenings, and the air conditioning in the office was strong, so Yu Xiaoxiao usually wore skin-toned stockings when wearing a skirt.
But today, her legs were bare, the skin at her knees gleaming with a delicate luster, and even the faint muscle lines on the back of her legs were clearly visible.
Seeing that no one answered after she asked, Yu Xiaoxiao finally looked up.
With this look, she saw that Jiang Cheng had already walked right in front of her.
As a familiar scent approached, a hint of sweetness instantly rose on Yu Xiaoxiao's cold face, but before she could speak, Jiang Cheng suddenly reached out.
He directly turned the chair Yu Xiaoxiao was sitting in to face himself.
Seeing Jiang Cheng mischievously grabbing her legs in his hands,
Yu Xiaoxiao's intended words were forced back down her throat.
She was currently in a voice meeting; if she were discovered, she would be embarrassed to death... Yu Xiaoxiao's fingers lightly pushed against Jiang Cheng's head.
Immediately after, she forced her upper body, which Jiang Cheng had turned to the side, back toward the screen.
The tips of her ears instantly turned hot, and she forced herself to remain calm as she continued into the microphone: "As I was saying about the material design, I think the color scheme can be adjusted further..."
Before she could finish, Jiang Cheng's hand began to misbehave.
After he teased her sensitive spot a few times, Yu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but let out a sharp cry.
She turned her head and gave Jiang Cheng a coy, resentful look of mock anger.
When he came in just now, she hadn't heard the door close.
If an assistant suddenly walked in and saw this scene, wouldn't she experience social death on the spot?
"President Jiang!" Yu Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help it, warning him silently with her mouth.
Her eyes were filled with both desire and panic.
She had been in a hurry to leave this morning and couldn't find suitable stockings after searching her wardrobe, so she simply didn't wear any, not expecting it to be such a coincidence.