The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 162 - 162 162 Light Colors Suit You Better

162: Chapter 162: Light Colors Suit You Better 162: Chapter 162: Light Colors Suit You Better “I need a new Desert Eagle,” Lone Wolf said to Fang Wenxi before he left.

But the scene where he squeezed the pistol barehanded, leaving a dent half a finger deep, struck Wang Yongsheng like a spell.

“In this world, there are no shortages of strong people,” Fang Wenxi toyed with the Desert Eagle, marred by Lone Wolf’s grip.

He seemed to be talking to himself, but he was actually addressing Wang Yongsheng.

Wang Yongsheng looked dispirited, with a trace of shock still lingering in his eyes.

He stood up and clasped his fist towards Fang Wenxi, “Master Fang’s subordinates are truly talented.

Wang has learned much.

I hope Master Fang can give me some guidance, and I, Wang Yongsheng, will surely—”

“Wait.”

The action of Fang Wenxi playing with the Desert Eagle halted abruptly as the word “wait” slipped from his lips.

“Wait?!” Wang Yongsheng frowned, obviously not quite understanding the meaning behind Fang Wenxi’s word “wait.”

The smile on Fang Wenxi’s lips deepened, “Since Mu Shanshan has formed an alliance with Shen Fanghua, rash action will only make their bond stronger.

When the right moment comes, I will gladly join our business goddess for a game.”

“Master Fang, are you planning to take action personally?!” Wang Yongsheng’s pupils dilated tremendously.

The impact of Fang Wenxi’s statement on him was no less shocking than Lone Wolf’s demonstration of crushing the gun!

“Here you go.” Fang Wenxi casually tossed the fingerprint marked Desert Eagle back to Wang Yongsheng, “The Mu Group isn’t worth my personal effort.

However, I am quite intrigued by our Zhonghai’s business goddess.”

“So that’s how it is, but I wonder whether this comes from Old Master Fang’s wishes or from Master Fang himself?” Catching the distorted Desert Eagle with trembling hands, Wang Yongsheng bravely asked.

Fang Wenxi’s habitual charming smile slowly faded.

Under his knitted brows, his eyes fixed onto Wang Yongsheng, turning frosty, “Is there a difference?”

“Of course, there’s a big difference,” Wang Yongsheng muttered to himself, though he wouldn’t dare say such things in front of Fang Wenxi.

“Of course, there’s no difference,” Wang Yongsheng promptly replied, fearful and sincere, “With Master Fang’s qualifications, you are bound to win the beauty’s heart.

On the day of your grand wedding with President Mu, I am willing to gift all my shares in the Mu Group as a wedding present to Master Fang.”

“You, are quite good,” Fang Wenxi’s cold gaze held Wang Yongsheng in a quiet scrutiny for over a minute before he withdrew his look, “Fubo, see the guest out.”

“Young Master, do you really intend to personally take action against the Mu Group?” After seeing off Wang Yongsheng, Fubo, dressed in a tailcoat, returned to Fang Wenxi’s side.

Fang Wenxi pressed his hands together, leaned back, and closed his eyes, “Doesn’t Fubo feel that the Mu Group has developed too quickly these past two years?”

“Indeed, ever since Mu Shanshan took over from her father, the Group has indeed grown rapidly these two years.

But previously, didn’t we acquire shares of the Mu Group from Han Zhenhai?

With those shares—”

“I also thought the same, until Mu Shanshan introduced this employee stock ownership plan, which completely disrupted my prior arrangement.” Fang Wenxi’s eyes, a moment ago shut, now snapped open, “The Mu Group and the industries under the Fang Family name overlap considerably.

If we continue to allow the Mu Group to grow, with Mu Shanshan’s business acumen, it will be akin to nurturing a threat.”

Fubo nodded in agreement, “Young Master has given this much thought.

However, there’s one thing I hope you can be frank with me about.”

“You may go back and tell Grandfather that in my heart, Mu Shanshan is the most suitable, and indeed the only choice, for my wife,” Fang Wenxi finished, slowly closing his eyes, no longer in the mood to talk.

…

Mu Group’s location, the twenty-sixth floor of Moongaze Building, Mu Shanshan’s president’s office.

“President Mu, given that the deputy director of the Security Department, Lin Fei, led his team to perfectly and exceedingly complete the escort mission, I suggest giving a raise as a reward to Lin Fei’s security team, and for Deputy Director Lin Fei, the reward of three additional personal female secretaries.

Of course, if President Mu insists on assigning me a few of your secretaries and assistants, I would also reluctantly accept,” said Lin Fei, who had followed his president wife into her office after the meeting, finally unable to hide his cunning intentions.

Although Lin Fei didn’t work much on the regular, having more personal female secretaries was always better.

Didn’t people see Wang Yongsheng, a director in name only, accompanied by two personal secretaries even for a simple meeting?

Lin Fei, the great deputy director, wise and valiant, had just helped President Mu solve a big problem and only had Xiao Yina as a secretary—wouldn’t that be a major loss for him?

Of course, he couldn’t be like some licentious presidents of corporations, who engaged secretaries in both senses of the word.

But having a few beautiful women around, just for looking, was a sight for sore eyes.

“The door is that way, roll out yourself,” Mu Shanshan crisply denied Lin Fei’s request.

How could Mu Shanshan not be clear about what kind of person Lin Fei was?

If Lin Fei were truly focused on his work, requiring secretaries to assist due to an overwhelming workload, she wouldn’t mind assigning all of the president’s secretaries and assistants to Lin Fei, not just three or five private secretaries.

Even if Lin Fei showed a tiny bit of willingness to work, Mu Shanshan would definitely not skimp on supporting him with manpower and financial resources.

But, quite obviously, Lin Fei could never possess such ambition.

“Wife, that’s where you’re wrong.

No matter what, I—”

“Do you need me to discuss with you the issue of you bringing people into the conference room without permission and damaging company property?” Mu Shanshan countered, completely shutting down Lin Fei’s hopes of obtaining personal female secretaries.

“You’re ruthless!” Hearing the impatience in Mu Shanshan’s tone, Lin Fei wisely gave up on the notion of bargaining with his president wife for personal female secretaries.

“Capitalists really are cold-hearted exploiters; today, I’ve seen it firsthand.” Clearly not one to accept a loss, Lin Fei stood up to leave, and as he approached Mu Shanshan’s delicate ear, he murmured softly, “Wife, I think light colors suit you better.”

After saying that, Lin Fei disappeared in the blink of an eye, like a gust of wind.

Poor President Mu didn’t initially understand what Lin Fei meant.

However, when Mu Shanshan remembered that she was wearing a dark-colored bra today, she instantly realized.

Mu Shanshan finally understood why Lin Fei, during their conversation, had his tiger-like eyes so round and wide.

Clearly, a sacred part of the goddess Mu had once again been thoroughly scrutinized by someone…

“This son of a—”

Realizing the key point, Mu Shanshan’s peerlessly beautiful face blushed deeply as she couldn’t help but curse out loud.