Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 537 - 13: Billionaire (3rd update, 10,000 words)_2

Chapter 537: Chapter 13: Billionaire (3rd update, 10,000 words)_2

"Miss, the dress is tight, I can’t wear it." The janitor was very shy, "My uniform is quite good."

"You can wear it inside." Qin Yan comforted her with a few words, and they left together.

"How does it feel to be blocked at the toilet entrance?" Chen Hong, seeing the two competitors leave, teased Tang Zheng, took a step diagonally blocking his exit, "This outfit is too tight, everything is visible, it’s so annoying."

Chen Hong deliberately enticed Tang Zheng, leaning against the wall and standing on tiptoe, accentuating her figure.

"Do you need to use the toilet? Please do." Tang Zheng sidestepped to leave, but Chen Hong caught him.

"Do you think because I am a washed-up star you don’t want my autograph?" Chen Hong made a self-mocking remark to elicit Tang Zheng’s sympathy.

Tang Zheng frowned, took a step forward, but was again held back by Chen Hong, "What? You look down on people?"

"Sorry, I need to sleep." Tang Zheng shook off her hand and fled swiftly.

"Tsk, acting all holier-than-thou." Chen Hong spat out some saliva, kicked the wall in frustration, this kind of man who resists both hard and soft tactics is too hateful, "Could he really be Liu Xiahui?"

"It’s just that your charm is too low." Ruan Feifei sarcastically remarked at Chen Hong before entering the restroom, "There’s no cat in the world that doesn’t steal fish, it’s just that the ’fish’ is too unpalatable."

"Who are you calling unpalatable fish?" Chen Hong, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, kicked the toilet door.

Ruan Feifei laughed triumphantly, not responding, leaving Chen Hong fuming.

The communication between Lv Beike and Sir Jasons went smoothly, the latter seemed eager to meet Aima, they agreed to meet at ten o’clock in the morning.

The next day, this country, known for its rain, offered the foreign travelers a different local flavor, no wonder the British always greet each other by discussing the dreadful weather.

Sitting in the bus, observing the countryside between small towns, listening to the rain landing on the car windows, everyone felt a sense of tranquillity, an air of leisure and quietness wafting around, which involuntarily induced relaxation.

Lv Beike and his companions, tied up in the back of the bus, had no leisurely mood to enjoy the scenery, they only thought Chu Baichuan was too terrible, but what can they do? No one would feel comfortable after their mouth was stuffed with a sweaty sock.

"Still glaring at me, do you want me to stuff you with underwear?" Towards these guys who made his wife wait in the night wind for over twenty minutes, Chu Baichuan did not afford them a pleasant look.

When they arrived at Jason’s Manor, the rain had stopped. Stepping on the water-laden stone slab, Tang Zheng was looking at the slowly opening iron gate, his expression unchanged.

"Miss Aima, you can only bring one bodyguard in." Sir Jason’s personal assistant was a striking brunette, tall, her wheat-colored skin wrapped in a professional suit, her every word and action was unmatched in elegance; it was obvious that she had received a good education and physical training.

Zhao Guangji was staring at the female assistant, swallowing quietly, his eyes lingering on her beautiful legs.

"Not surprised, a billionaire’s secretary is high level, and I guess her salary is quite high too." The reporter’s professional instinct kicked in again, wanting to interview her.

"Nonsense, high salary, but lots of work too, I reckon she even has to accompany him at night." The cameraman sounded sour, it’s rare to meet foreign beauties, unfortunately she isn’t his, it’s too hurtful, "Imagine if I want to take a picture, do you think she’d agree? When we return, we’ll also have something to brag about to our buddies, saying this is a billionaire’s secretary."

"Ask Tang Zheng, didn’t you notice that the female assistant backed off? Her face turned green with fury." The reporter laughed out loud, pulled out his mobile phone and started taking photos boldly. The female assistant glared over in dissatisfaction, the reporter continued to shoot as if nothing had happened.

"You’re awesome!" A few thumbs went up in unison.

"Ha, a little chat won’t get her pregnant, you boys seem to forget it’s just a game. So what if there’s a little murder, arson? You piss me off, and I bet the lady assistant will be no better than rolling in a rice field." The reporter lowered his voice, sneering sarcastically. He was just talking big and wouldn’t dare do anything, but looking at Zhao Guangji’s eager face, he got freaked out, "Hey, you’re not serious, are you?"

"How could it be?" Zhao Guangji laughed dryly, diverting the subject, yet from the corner of his eye, he kept glancing at the assistant’s ass. He envied Tang Zheng, who got to chat with the beauty.

"Mind your manners," the reporter was tactful. After smoking together and blowing clouds, they became quite chatty.

"Your boss lacks sincerity. Until we see him, all requests are denied." The female assistant actually demanded the release of Lv Beike. Tang Zheng would not agree. Although he hadn’t thought of threatening the other party, he couldn’t lose face. It’ll make him look easy to bully.

"Fine, hand over your weapons and remove any metallic accessories." The female assistant, holding back her anger, pointed to Tang Zheng’s wristwatch, "Take this off, too."

"Can Jasons be more of a coward? Call him, I want to talk." If it weren’t for them holding the Book of the Undead, Tang Zheng would’ve stormed in already. He knew that billionaires sometimes didn’t fear death; they desired the authority that came with others obeying their commands.

"Go ahead, but only two people are allowed." The female assistant made the call, gave Tang Zheng a cold look, turned around and led the way.

Tang Zheng walked beside Aima, pulled out his gun, deliberately checked it in front of several bodyguards, then stuck it into his back belt. It was only to deceive them and distract their attention when he needed to draw his gun.

Sir Jason was a man in his sixties, tall with strong presence, showing no signs of ageing, his dyed blond hair adding to his vitality. His gaze, like a ready-to-pounce lion, was intimidating.

"I was friends with your grandfather, I apologise for not taking care of you all these years." Jason laughed cheerfully at Aima, like an elder spoiling a younger relative. Not giving Aima any chance to react, he started recollecting his treasure hunt in Egypt with Aima’s grandfather.

If ordinary people were treated so warmly by a billionaire, who even promised to take care of them, they would undoubtedly feel like they had hit the jackpot.

Aima felt dizzy. What Jasons recounted was exactly the same as what her grandfather told her in her childhood, which lowered her guard quite a bit.

"I have the Crown." Tang Zheng abruptly interrupted. If he didn’t, it looked like Aima would switch sides.

"It doesn’t matter, what I need is Aima’s knowledge," the Sir remained always smiling, showing his grace, "You should accompany me to Egypt and fulfil your grandfather’s wish. Your family curse should be starting too, right?"

"Yes." Aima was completely convinced by Jasons when he mentioned this secret.

"Victoria, take Miss Aima for a bath. Look at what a mess she’s made! Aima, tell her what you’d like to eat, and let her arrange it. Feel at home here." Jasons, like a kind elder, seemed flawless.

"Tang Zheng?" Aima looked at Tang Zheng, seeming a little lost.

"Go ahead."

Seeing Aima’s obedience to Tang Zheng, a cruel glint flashed in Jasons’ eyes.

"Impressive performance. Isn’t entertaining guests by the pool a bit disrespectful?" Tang Zheng wasn’t worried about Aima being kidnapped. He had the Crown as a trump card.

"Why do you say that?" After Aima left, Jasons lay on a beach chair by the pool. His attitude then changed to contempt, trying to pressure Tang Zheng.

"In a dishevelled state, your hairy leg really turns my stomach." Tang Zheng was blunt, taking a seat on the beach chair beside him, "You come out for a swim right after the rain, clearly, you don’t care about Aima."

"How much? For the Crown?" Jasons had enough of the chit-chat. As soon as Aima left, he wanted to negotiate with Tang Zheng, though he hadn’t expected this lad to be so hard to negotiate with. He picked up a communicator and said a few words. Within a minute, over ten bikini-clad women carrying assorted beverages and fruits entered the pool area.