Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 259 - 193. White Horse Cup

Chapter 259: 193. White Horse Cup

The next morning, a hotel buffet on the first floor.

A man and two women picked up their breakfast and sat facing each other.

As soon as Mou Keyan sat down, she winked at Yu Qingyue, whose movements were noticeably slow.

Yu Qingyue, with her eyes cast down, couldn’t bear to meet Mou Keyan’s gaze, and her cheeks flushed with color.

"Qingyue, last night it sounded like there was a kitten mewing in the hallway. Did you hear it?"

"Ah? Hahaha... I don’t know, I was sleeping too soundly."

Yu Qingyue lowered her head and pretended to be an oblivious beautiful ostrich as she sucked on the straw of her hot drink.

"That’s a pity, then. The mewing was really cute."

Mou Keyan raised her eyebrows meaningfully, and the two engaged in a well-understood silent conversation.

"Qingyue, do you rarely come to the office for work?"

Lu Jincheng intervened timely, turning his head to look at Yu Qingyue.

"Yes, our school is a bit far, and the commute is rather troublesome."

Yu Qingyue nodded.

"If possible, you should try to come to the office more often. We have a training room on the sixth floor for fundamental training, and also to let the young talents learn and grow together."

"It’s best for core anchors to work in the same building as me. Believe in the power of face-to-face interaction and communication."

"In the short term, we can set up an operational plan and strategy for you, but for those wanting to engage in long term content creation, remote working is not the ideal state."

As he spoke, Mr. Lu added another line.

"Content creation isn’t just about industrialization."

Mou Keyan pursed her lips and listened along with Yu Qingyue to the man’s nobly intended advice while her bright eyes shifted around.

She always felt that discussing such a pile of ’correct’ nonsense with a girl early in the morning wasn’t so simple.

Sure enough.

After a brief pause, Mr. Lu finally bore the fruit of his prelude.

"But..."

Yu Qingyue blinked hesitantly, about to say something, when she was cut off by Lu Jincheng.

"I know your concerns. The commute from Hua Ke to the industrial park is not convenient. It consumes time and energy with multiple transfers on buses and subways."

Mr. Lu smiled, and somehow his left foot had slipped out of his slipper under the table, covertly covering Yu Qingyue’s foot.

"The company will solve this problem by providing you a car for commuting."

Here it comes.

Mou Keyan looked at her boss with a half smile.

It was inevitable.

Lu Jincheng might be aggressively unreasonable, but those who followed him always turned a profit, and no one had ever complained of loss.

Not to mention the girls he completely charmed.

Yu Qingyue was delicate prey, and while as her boss, he could not give her a title, he definitely had to show some attitude.

"Huh?"

Yu Qingyue was startled but almost instantly understood the reason and instinctively resisted, "Isn’t that not quite right?"

"Don’t worry, you won’t face any pressure. It’s just a simple car, nothing ostentatious like Miao Miao’s. She’s a major player, not the same."

Mr. Lu had perfected this soothing business lingo in his past life.

"Come on, don’t be shy, or Mr. Lu will lose face."

Mou Keyan giggled, squinting her eyes as she wrapped an arm around Yu Qingyue’s shoulder.

Then, she whispered a few pieces of quiet advice into her ear.

Advice from the idol worked like magic.

Now Yu Qingyue blushed and nodded.

...

After breakfast, Mr. Lu tossed the keys of a Range Rover to Mou Keyan, telling her to drive the unwell Yu Qingyue back to Hua Ke, while he took a cab back to the university.

The first class at 8 a.m. this week was a major course, followed by the political education class from the counselor—certainly not to be missed.

With a seat saved by his roommates in the back row, Lu Jincheng strolled into the classroom just as the bell rang.

"Lao Lu! Your book is here; I got it for you."

Zhang Gaoqiang waved to him, with the guys from room 603 still sitting together, all accounted for.

By the end of the third month of their freshman year, everyone seemed to have gotten used to Lu Jincheng’s occasional night absences and his fleeting but ever-changing scent.

Being the boss, it was all too common.

Besides, his roommate Zhang Gaoqiang worked at Golden Stone Media and knew all too well what being a boss entailed.

That title was not just a playful name but signified power in special contexts like within the company.

Just recently, freshman Zhang Gaoqiang had tasted this power for the first time.

With his specific experience in scene control, not only did he achieve promotion and a salary increase during a major turnover, but he also started to shake things up.

Zhang Gaoqiang had begun to lead newcomers.

During regular days, his coffee and milk tea were purchased by others, and fruits and snacks were gifted, all to help them pass the internship smoothly and stay at Golden Stone Media.

On the first floor of Building 4 in Nanhu Industrial Park D District, there was a wall displaying the online celebrities signed under Golden Stone Media.

Small-time anchors at the bottom, big-time anchors at the top, forming a pyramid structure.

At the very top of this pyramid, the number one anchor was Mou Keyan.

And he, Zhang Gaoqiang, was Mou Keyan’s scene controller.

The newcomers trusted him wholeheartedly, devotedly believing that the senior’s position was due to his outstanding work ability.

Few knew the real reason. Human destiny was like the wind and rain, as well as the clouds.

That day in the dormitory, Zhang Gaoqiang endured humiliation, disdain, and doubt.

But he also grasped and firmly seized an opportunity.

A life-changing opportunity.

Unlike others, Zhang Gaoqiang truly didn’t find his job as a scene controller boring; on the contrary, he felt he could learn something from it.