The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 375 - 375 350 Special Woman

375: Chapter 350 Special Woman 375: Chapter 350 Special Woman “Slap!” Xia Minglang, consumed with rage, smacked Xia Huai’s face with his hand, angrily saying, “Even now, you’re still lying to me!

You said you wanted to come to the company to gain experience, so I let you.

What exactly have you been practicing?

Scheming and plotting?!

Shooting yourself in the foot?

Damaging the company’s interests?!

Do you understand this time the company didn’t earn a single penny?

Instead, we’ve lost ten million!

If it weren’t for swallowing my pride and lowering my stance, the company’s losses would have been even greater!

Shi Yuqian used to nod and bow whenever he saw me; now he’s straightened his back and thickened his neck.

Where am I supposed to put this old face of mine?”

Xia Huai, touching his burning cheek, sneered, “It’s just ten million.

Can’t you even afford that?”

“Slap!” Xia Minglang, trembling with fury, backhanded his son with another slap.

He hadn’t expected his own child, having done wrong, to remain so nonchalant, “Is this a question of money?

It’s an issue of the company’s reputation!

It’s about the shareholders’ and the market’s trust in the company!

This incident not only promoted Shi Bi’er’s new album, making Yinyue Company a huge profit, it also exposed our company’s embarrassing state to the entire entertainment industry!

A ninety percent concession!

What kind of foolish company signs such a contract?

Is it not going to make people suspect there’s something fishy?

Won’t it make shareholders and the market doubt our management and operational capabilities?

Ridiculous!

And you still dare to speak with that tone!

Do you have any idea how many tens of millions the company has lost on the stock market?

Chai Shi and a group of shareholders have started to make things difficult for me at the Council!

If I can’t keep my position as chairman, you’ll have nothing to do but beg for food in the northwest!”

Faced with Xia Minglang’s reproaches, Xia Huai not only failed to reflect but also showed a hint of chilling hatred in his eyes toward his father.

He had never thought himself wrong—never in the past, not now, nor would he in the future.

He was the best, he always had been; the mistake was always someone else’s.

Seeing that Xia Huai remained silent for a long time and unable to see his expression, Xia Minglang’s anger gradually subsided.

He waved at Xia Huai and said, “Go on, take some time to reflect on yourself.”

Xia Huai clenched his teeth and stormed out of the chairman’s office with resentment.

Just as Xia Huai left, a phone call came through.

“Hello!

Secretary Wu, what’s the matter?” Xia Minglang asked the phone.

“Chairman, I’ve heard news that a global consumer goods giant is recruiting stars to shoot a long advertisement documentary, and their next stop is Huaxia,” Secretary Wu’s voice came through the phone.

“Oh?

This is a good opportunity!

Call Manager Wang and the others right away to prepare for a meeting,” Xia Minglang, eager to hang up the phone, suddenly remembered something and continued, “Secretary Wu, call the bank and have them freeze the Vice General Manager Xia’s bank cards!

And tell the finance department that any of the Vice General Manager’s company accounts need to be personally reviewed by me for approval!”

“Yes!” Secretary Wu said and hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Xia Minglang thought that Xia Huai needed to be reined in, or else in future, not to mention inheriting the business, he might struggle to become a person with normal mental faculties.

Inside the Yao Shi Group’s headquarters in the skyscraper, a flirtatious woman unapologetically sat on the chairman’s desk, swinging a pair of refined and voluptuous legs.

Her cheongsam revealed her charms, but the split at the front exposed a deep and fair cleavage that made one worry about the reliability of the buttons, risking the chance that a pair of white orbs might accidentally pop out at any moment.

“Junior Brother, listen to these songs, they’re really enjoyable,” Yi Hanyan pressed the DV player into amplifier mode, and immediately the melodious voice of Shi Bi’er filled the entire office.

Han Qishan could only helplessly watch his unbridled senior sister, knowing full well that even if she wished to take over the chairman’s position one day, he would have no choice but to agree.

“Cough…

Liu Hun’s capabilities are indeed not to be underestimated; I think he will certainly achieve great things in the future,” said Han Qishan to Yi Hanyan, but it sounded more like he was talking to himself.

“Moreover…

he possesses a special ability,” Yi Hanyan said, licking her lips sensuously with her luscious tongue as if savoring the taste from their encounter in the closet the other day.

She knew all too well that Liu Hun’s abilities weren’t limited to making women yearn for death.

The cultivation technique he used was profound and domineering.

The reason she didn’t tell Han Qishan or even her master was simple: she wanted to conquer this man with her own strength, both physically and psychologically.

“Sister!

Sister!” Seeing Yi Hanyan become absent-minded and distracted, Han Qishan couldn’t help but call out twice.

“Oh!

What?

I was so engrossed in the music just now,” Yi Hanyan gave an excuse to Han Qishan.

“Sister, how did your test go?” Han Qishan inquired, his eyes full of anticipation.

“There are good and bad results,” Yi Hanyan said, frowning slightly before explaining to Han Qishan, “The ‘Qi Fortune’ I gather from these artists in the company is too slow, and because the mental method is incomplete, the balance between yin and yang is severely disrupted.

Ah, it’s gotten to the point where I want to pounce on any man I see, and at night, when I’m alone in my room, I have to exhaust all ten fingers before I can find some relief.”

“Cough cough cough…” Han Qishan coughed awkwardly.

As a fellow disciple, he didn’t want to hear about his senior sister’s private matters and quickly changed the subject, “Sister, you mentioned the disadvantages.

What about the advantages?”

“The benefit is that when I transfer the fortune I’ve absorbed onto someone else, and then absorb it back from them, it becomes faster, greater, and purer,” Yi Hanyan explained to Han Qishan, her tone quite relaxed.

“However, it only works on women, as for men…

they might turn into sissies.”

“That’s fantastic!” Han Qishan exclaimed, suddenly rising to his feet with such vigor that he almost burst into tears.

“Master once said this is an excellent sign, a precursor to the Stealing Essence Skill evolving.

As long as the Stealing Essence Skill ascends to the Ninth Level, one will be able to draw upon the three great fortunes of heaven, earth, and humanity, transcending the Three Realms, no longer within the confines of the Five Elements!”

“This is only the First Layer of the Stealing Essence Skill, look at how excited you are,” Yi Hanyan couldn’t care less.

She was a typical hedonistic person, and it was for this reason that she was chosen by the master to cultivate the Stealing Essence Skill, an apt choice for the core of this seemingly worldly and opportunistic Cultivation Technique.

Han Qishan, the one guarding her cultivation, was meticulous and earnest, a poor fit for cultivation but quite good at supervising it.

“Senior Sister, I think since you’ve found the doorway, we should strike while the iron is hot and select someone to coordinate with your cultivation,” urged Han Qishan to Yi Hanyan, clearly a serious and meticulous person.

Yi Hanyan hopped down from the office desk, her ample bosom jiggling as she spoke to Han Qishan, “That’s a good idea, Junior Brother, but the person to assist me in my cultivation is like a sieve.

I’ll siphon ‘popularity’ from the company and then cultivate back and forth with her.

I’ll become stronger, and she will too…

at the very least, she’ll gain both wealth and beauty, becoming healthy and seductive.

The residue left in the sieve serves a significant purpose too.

So, it’s highly likely she’ll notice, and keeping it a secret would be difficult.

I really don’t want to be captured and studied like a lab rat!”

Yi Hanyan’s words made Han Qishan feel troubled — the secrets of the Immortal Ascension Pavilion couldn’t be discerned by outsiders, so it was imperative that this person wasn’t just an ordinary stranger.

Who would be a suitable candidate…

just as Han Qishan was agonizing over this, there was a knock at the door.

“Knock, knock, knock…

knock, knock, knock…”

“Come in!” Han Qishan immediately straightened up to his chairman’s demeanor and commanded authority toward the door.

“Hehe…

Daddy, it’s me!

I’ve brought you a beautiful song to listen to!” Han Yiyin peeked her little head from behind the door, swaying the “Pretty Woman” album in her hand.

She wanted her father to see the great things Liu Hun had accomplished, secretly delighted that Liu Hun’s bet with her father was one step closer to fruition.

“Yiyin, you…” Han Qishan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned to look at Yi Hanyan, who also conveyed the same intention with her gaze.

The candidate was — Han Yiyin.

The “Pretty Woman” album made a fortune for Liu Hun, and now backed by Yinyue Group, he could finally take a long breath of relief.

With the funding and a record company, he obviously needed a continuous stream of songwriting talent, which, of course, was within the Music Producers’ Association.

Now it was time to secure this cash machine.

A month passed, and five of the ten songs from the entire “Pretty Woman” album firmly held the top five spots on the music charts, unshakeable.

According to the rules of the Music Producers’ Association, Liu Hun was eligible for membership in the Council just on the basis of this album.

One day, as Liu Hun was calculating the time of the next regular meeting of the Council, his phone rang.

“Hello!

Who is this?” Liu Hun asked the person on the other end of the line.

After a long while, a voice responded, “Manager Liu, this is Wang Yan.”

“Wang Yan?” Liu Hun repeated the name, unable to recall ever meeting a woman with that name.

“Hehe, Manager Liu has such a poor memory for someone so important.

I’m the woman who was once instructed by Lin Baishong to frame you,” Wang Yan brought up the past bluntly.

Liu Hun suddenly remembered: the woman on the other end of the phone was the one who had received him during his first visit to the Music Producers’ Association and had attempted to frame him.

He remembered leaving her his business card upon his departure, never expecting her to reach out to him now.

“Miss Wang, what can I do for you?” Liu Hun asked over the phone, clearly not forgetting how he had embarrassed her and exposed her conspiracy with Lin Baishong; he was worried she might be seeking revenge.

“Manager Liu, I wonder if we could meet to talk, I’ll be at Peninsula Café at two o’clock this afternoon,” Wang Yan stated and then hung up, not giving Liu Hun a chance to refuse.

After some thought, Liu Hun decided to go; after all, leaving his number with this woman was meant to use her to his advantage, and now that she had come to him, what reason was there not to?