I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 291 - 286 Izakaya

Chapter 291: 286 Izakaya

"How did it go with Pei Yunxi?"

On campus.

A young man and woman walked side by side, drawing considerable attention. Passersby couldn’t help but glance their way, whispering among themselves.

"She said she needs to think about it a bit more."

"You don’t need to be too anxious, since she said she will consider it, there is a chance."

Li Shuru comforted him.

"I know."

Jiang Chen smiled, looking at the girl who was now completely his, "Why did you suddenly decide to join Tianci?"

"What? You don’t want me to?"

"No, I’m just afraid you might find it tiring. Although Tianci is just starting out, it will definitely get busier in the future..."

"It’s okay."

Jiang Chen hadn’t finished speaking when Li Shuru interrupted him, then she smiled cutely.

"Learning more things is never a bad idea. If it really doesn’t work out, I can always go back and teach dance with Jin Jin and the others."

"You make it sound so easy. Do you think this is a marketplace where you can come and go as you please? Once you’re in, there’s no turning back."

"Are you running a company or a black shop?"

Jiang Chen was about to continue jesting, but his phone suddenly chimed.

He took it out to look.

It was a message from Pei Yunxi.

"I would like to speak face-to-face with Ms. Shi."

Jiang Chen wasn’t surprised, in fact, he had anticipated this.

After all, in Pei Yunxi’s eyes, he was probably just Shi Qianxi’s "spokesperson," and his words weren’t very reliable.

"No problem."

He replied quickly, feeling reassured.

Since Pei Yunxi wanted to discuss with Shi Qianxi in person, it indicated she was tempted.

If she agreed to sign, it would be like she had willingly walked into the trap and couldn’t escape.

Becoming his employee, wouldn’t he have plenty of opportunities to win her over?

Shi Zhenhua’s persistent pursuit accidentally pushed this mermaid into his net with no other choice.

It was a matter of timing and fate.

Jiang Chen put his phone back into his pocket, in high spirits.

Li Shuru could tell he was excited.

"What happened?"

"Pei Yunxi is likely to agree."

"Really?"

Li Shuru’s eyes lit up.

"Yes."

Speaking of which, Jiang Chen did feel a bit guilty. If Li Shuru knew his real intentions, he wondered if she would want to kill him with a knife.

"Is Pei Yunxi as beautiful in person as she is on screen?"

Li Shuru couldn’t help but ask.

Gossip was in a woman’s nature.

Anyone would be curious in such a situation.

She could never guess Jiang Chen’s wolfish ambitions. At most, she might suspect something about Luo Li’er.

"Pretty much."

Jiang Chen replied ambiguously, "In the future, you should have the chance to meet her."

Li Shuru just took it to mean she would meet Pei Yunxi due to entering Tianci Capital and Pei Yunxi possibly agreeing to the endorsement. Hence she didn’t think too much about it.

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"Alright, this weekend then. She can decide on the place."

Shi Qianxi walked out of the building with her phone and headed to the parking lot in front, where she ran into that security guard once again.

Upon seeing her, the guard who almost got fired straightened up instinctively, puffing out his chest and standing upright as if about to salute.

Miss Shi didn’t trouble him further. She glanced at him and got into the car without a word.

The AMG quickly left the parking lot.

Aside from the relieved security guard, in the tide of people leaving the building after work, there was another person staring intently at the departing AMG.

It was Chen Zhou, the "gloriously promoted" secretary.

No, that’s not entirely correct.

Now, to be precise, he should be called Deputy Director Chen.

Such was life.

If you didn’t have the power to resist, you could only grit your teeth and endure.

Even if Chen Zhou was reluctant deep down, he ultimately lacked the courage to resign. Even though the administrative department was truly a dead-end place with no prospects, it had already become a dream job for countless people.

Miss Shi had a point.

A director under thirty was not common nationwide.

Of course.

If he had the choice, he would certainly leave with dignity, but he didn’t have the confidence to do so.

He wasn’t sure he could find a better job after leaving Jin Hai.

"Deputy Director Chen, what are you looking at?"

Suddenly.

A laughter sounded.

"Nothing."

Chen Zhou quickly composed himself. Turning his head, he also showed a polite smile and greeted.

"Manager Qiu."

The one brimming with enthusiasm as he approached was a manager from the Marketing Department, named Qiu Zhaobin. There’s no doubt that in terms of rank, he was lower than him, but in terms of actual power, he actually had more.

This was also why he felt so humiliated and even angry about this job transfer.

"Director Chen, you’ve been working so hard following the chairman, and now you’ve finally got some downtime. Come on, let’s have a drink?"

The other party extended an invitation.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Zhou would surely suspect the other had ulterior motives and was deliberately trying to cozy up to him. Out of consideration for his own reputation, he would absolutely not accept such an invitation. But now that he had been "exiled," even if someone did have an agenda, they probably wouldn’t waste their efforts on a "useless person" like him.

Moreover.

He was indeed feeling very depressed right now.

"Fine."

"I know a Japanese restaurant that’s quite good. Let’s go, Director Chen."

What Qiu Zhaobin was referring to as a Japanese restaurant was actually more accurately a tavern, where guests had to don geta as those well-to-do people in Dongying did.

The establishment featured several private compartments, similar to the private rooms in a Chinese restaurant, where guests sat around low tables on the floor.

Coming from a sales background, Qiu Zhaobin was naturally skilled at building relationships, and with a few glasses of sake inside him, the melancholic Chen Zhou’s vigilance and guard gradually began to dissolve.

"Director Chen, I really didn’t see your transfer to the Administration Department coming. I thought the chairman would keep you by his side for another two or three years, and then you’d lead us in the Marketing Department."

Qiu Zhaobin seemed to be speaking from the heart, sympathizing with Chen Zhou, and his seemingly sincere words precisely stabbed at the sore spot in Chen Zhou’s heart.

This former executive secretary was supposed to be a very disciplined person, probably not much of a drinker. Now, having downed two glasses of sake, his face was flushed red, and when stimulated by Qiu Zhaobin’s comments, his involuntarily contorted face took on a beast-like quality, making him – normally a rather upright man within the corporation – appear somewhat fierce and threatening!

Let alone an outsider like Qiu Zhaobin, hadn’t he thought the same way himself?

Forget about a key department like Marketing – with his hard work and toil, shouldn’t he at least have been given what’s due, perhaps appointed to a crucial function like the Operations or Strategy Department?

But what was the result?

The most hopeless Administration Department!

Chen Zhou grabbed his drink and gulped down the remaining half in one go, breathing heavily, his heart twisting like a knife.

Qiu Zhaobin, skilled at reading the room, quickly refilled his glass for him.

"Director Chen, it’s not a big deal. After all, you’re still young. Maybe that’s why Director Shi sent you to the Administration Department. He probably wants you to gain some experience there, and surely has other significant plans for you in the future..."

"Bullshit!"

Chen Zhou, his breath reeking of alcohol, spat, "I’ve climbed as high as I can at Jin Hai."

Qiu Zhaobin didn’t seem offended by his rudeness and appeared to understand his feelings, consoling him, "Director Chen, you mustn’t think like that. You’re still young. How many people nationwide have reached your position at your age?"

The familiar phrases acted like a catalyst, completely igniting the resentment boiling inside Chen Zhou, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his teeth as he thought again about the cold-heartedness and ruthlessness of Shi Qianxi.

"So what? In their eyes, we’re nothing but dogs! When you’re useful, they give you a smile, and when you’re not, they kick you aside without a second glance!"

Perhaps feeling that his words were too rebellious, Qiu Zhaobin lowered his voice and hastily reminded him, "Director Chen, please, be careful what you say..."

"What do I have to fear? This is the truth!"

Chen Zhou’s voice grew louder, and in his agitation, he even began waving his arms.

"It’s just a son-in-law on a leash, what’s so great about that?!"

Fortunately, the soundproofing here seemed quite good as there wasn’t any disturbance from outside.

Qiu Zhaobin hastily grabbed him, "Director Chen, let’s eat something."

"Eat what! Drink up! I won’t go home until I’m drunk today!"

Chen Zhou raised his glass.

Soon after, another bottle of sake was emptied by the two of them.

"Where’s the sake?! Bring more sake!"

Chen Zhou picked up the empty bottle and called out loudly.

The compartment door slid open.

"Sir, you’re drunk. You shouldn’t drink anymore."

The woman who came in was dressed in a kimono, with white socks and geta clogs, her hair swept up high and adorned with a hairpin, and a red mole painted at the center of her forehead. Her makeup resembled that of an ancient Dongying geisha – very white, very seductive.

"I’m not drunk. Bring the sake!"

Chen Zhou, unable to bear the heat, pulled at his collar, his seat hardly steady, swaying slightly.

The kimono-clad waitress, quick to react, immediately stepped forward to steady him.

As he leaned forward, Chen Zhou’s gaze caught sight of the trembling pale flesh within the kimono’s crossed neckline through the gap.

"Gulp."

Chen Zhou’s eyes fixated, and he couldn’t help but swallow.

Seeing him seated more steadily, the seductively made-up waitress promptly let go of her steadying hand, stepped back, and respectfully crouched down a little.

"Sir, you really can’t drink any more."

"You’re the host here, how can you refuse a customer more drink? What, do you think I don’t have the money? Let me tell you, I am the Administrative Director of Jin Hai Industries, and I have plenty of money!"

With that, Chen Zhou pulled out his wallet and threw all the cash inside at the kimono-clad woman.

"Bring the sake!"

Money fluttered...

Under the dim light, the colorful notes floated and spun.

"It’s fine, bring another bottle," Qiu Zhaobin said.

With no choice, the waitress left the room to bring another bottle of sake.

As she placed the bottle down and turned to leave, Chen Zhou’s eyes remained fixed on her retreating figure.

"Director Chen, how about we have her stay and serve us?" Qiu Zhaobin asked tentatively.

With his consciousness already cloudy, all Chen Zhou could think about was that jiggling white flesh, and he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva again.

"Wait a second."

Seeing his cues, Qiu Zhaobin immediately called out to the seductive waitress as she was about to leave.

"Come here, have a few drinks with us."

"I can’t, sir..."

The waitress turned back, her weak refusal inciting an urge to ravage her without mercy.

"Just drinking, what’s the problem?"

Qiu Zhaobin stood up, approached her, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and with the other, pulled the door closed.