Wei Yi’s thoughts are set aside for now, the interesting part is Xu Kuan’s mindset at this mont.
Her figure is indeed outstanding, very sexy, but her face leaves much to be desired.
Could it be that Mr. Jiang, having eaten lavish als all the ti, wants to change his taste once in a while?
Perhaps so.
Regarding beauty, how many in the world can be on par with Pei Yunxi?
"Du Enqin."
The female boss hastily glanced at Wei Yi, but since he gave no hint, she had to choose to answer the question.
Jiang Chen nodded, then looked her up and down again.
The female boss, real na Du Enqin, remained motionless, not the slightest bit shy—not a naive, inexperienced little girl anymore.
"No need to call anyone, you stay."
Boss Jiang said.
Boss Du Enqin was caught off guard.
"Didn’t you hear? Sit down."
Xu Kuan spoke, asserting authority without anger.
Boss Du Enqin had no choice, and as the only person who could help—Wei Yi—acted indifferent and said nothing, she could only step slowly to Jiang Chen’s side, clad in glamorous red high heels, then pull out a chair and sit down.
Apart from her looks, she was undoubtedly a very alluring woman.
Indeed.
Even with her looks, she was quite attractive.
"Can you drink?"
Boss Jiang certainly wasn’t a stickler, as if Xu Kuan and Wei Yi didn’t exist.
"A bit."
Boss Du Enqin nodded.
Jiang Chen didn’t speak further.
Seeing this, Boss Du Enqin proactively brought over glasses, pouring drinks for the few people, herself included.
"Thank you, honored guests, for choosing the Peace Hotel."
After speaking, she lifted her glass and downed it in one go.
Even though it was just one or two glasses, this way of drinking suggested she was more than just a casual drinker.
Moreover, after finishing, she showed no signs of redness or breathlessness, not a trace of discomfort.
"Miss Du clearly has a great capacity for liquor. Doing business, integrity should co first."
Xu Kuan lightly remarked.
After a drink, Boss Du Enqin gradually beca composed, responding with grace: "In our Myanmar, my drinking capacity truly can only be considered beginner level."
"You know we’re not from Myanmar?"
Boss Jiang asked.
"You should be Shen Zhou people, right?"
"Oh?"
Jiang Chen smiled, "How did you know?"
"Seeing more people, you naturally get a feel for it. Besides, in all of Karuzi, there’s probably no one worthy of Deputy Officer Wei’s reception."
"Are you familiar with Deputy Officer Wei?"
Jiang Chen asked with a laugh, not looking at Wei Yi, only watching the woman intently, surely not out of curiosity for her excellent figure.
"You’d have to ask Deputy Officer Wei."
Boss Du Enqin glanced at Wei Yi.
At this point, Wei Yi had no choice but to finally speak: "Mr. Jiang, this is the owner of the Peace Hotel."
The owner of the Peace Hotel?
Even knowing this woman wasn’t just an ordinary employee, Xu Kuan couldn’t help but feel surprised upon learning her true identity.
Only through personal experience can one truly understand how difficult survival is in this place.
Especially as a woman.
This isn’t gender discrimination.
In the civilized world, one can talk about ladies first, pursue gender equality. But in this wasteland where not even basic law and order exist—
Respecting won.
Can won hold up half the sky?
First, taste the sound of my slap, see if my fists are hard.
The inherent physical differences lead to won finding it harder to survive in more backward places.
"So it’s Boss Du, my apologies, my apologies."
"Mr. Jiang, please don’t tease . If Deputy Officer Wei gets angry and destroys my shop, I wouldn’t have anywhere to cry."
Typical of a businessperson.
Attentive to detail, within a short ti, she’d already learned Jiang Chen’s surna,
"Why didn’t Deputy Officer Wei inform us earlier? Almost led to a misunderstanding." Jiang Chen said, looking at Wei Yi.
"It doesn’t matter."
Du Enqin helped to diffuse the tension, saying, "It’s my honor to serve Mr. Jiang."
Xu Kuan watched silently.
It’s no wonder he was able to establish such a large enterprise; he indeed possesses so skills. His ability to navigate social situations smoothly and handle affairs with finesse is sothing many people should learn.
"Mr. Jiang, Boss Du’s restaurants are spread throughout Myanmar. If you have her help in finding soone, it would be much more efficient."
Wei Yi spoke.
"Is Mr. Jiang looking for soone?"
Boss Du Enqin said, "I might not be able to help with really big tasks, but posting a few missing person notices shouldn’t be a problem."
"Boss Du is truly humorous."
Xu Kuan smiled and said, "We indeed need to find soone, and if Boss Du can provide so leads, we would certainly reward you generously."
"There’s no need for a generous reward. If you esteed guests can continue to support the business at Peace Hotel, I would be endlessly grateful."
"Deputy Officer Wei will later provide the information to Boss Du, thank you for the trouble."
"If Mr. Jiang keeps saying this, Deputy Officer Wei might really get angry."
Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "Does Boss Du misunderstand Deputy Officer Wei? He isn’t soone who loses his temper easily."
Du Enqin instinctively rolled her eyes, not quite matching her age or deanor, and said cryptically, "But we’re definitely worried about you, Mr. Jiang."
"Mr. Jiang, I’m going to the restroom."
Wei Yi stood up and left the private room.
Watching his back, Du Enqin whispered, "See, he’s already angry."
A young woman pretending to be a mature lady.
A mature woman pretending to be a young girl is the real issue.
The sink outside the restroom.
Wei Yi took out a tissue and wiped his hands.
"Are you sure the blood on your hands is clean?"
The voice sounded.
The owner of Peace Hotel, Du Enqin, had sohow found her way there.
Wei Yi glanced at himself in the mirror, throwing the tissue into the trash bin.
"Why aren’t you inside keeping Mr. Jiang company? What are you doing out here."
"Mr. Jiang was worried you were upset, and specially sent to console you."
Wei Yi turned around.
"Those who think they’re clever often et unfortunate ends."
Du Enqin was directly ignored, as Wei Yi stepped forward, intending to brush past her.
"Was today’s massacre at the market committed by Mr. Jiang?"
Du Enqin spoke up.
Wei Yi, about to pass her by, stopped.
Perhaps understanding she might be unaware, Du Enqin explained, "Today, a bloody massacre occurred at the largest market in the city, with over twenty street vendors killed. Such a brutal event hasn’t occurred in Karuzi for a very long ti."
"Does it relate to your business?"
"How could it not relate?"
Du Enqin imdiately protested, "Running restaurants relies heavily on a stable environnt. If killings are happening all over, who would have the mood to dine at a restaurant."
Indeed.
This may sound far-fetched but faintly it makes sense.
"Since you’re so worried about your business, why are you trying so hard to get close to Mr. Jiang? You should be aware that many people have died from excessive curiosity."
"I’m just doing business."
Du Enqin reaffird, appearing blaless, but her next words revealed a flaw, "I suspect he’s the one killing at the market, but he doesn’t quite seem like it. What kind of person is he?"
Wei Yi finally turned to glance at her.
"You should be clear, you’re just a restaurant owner."
Saying that, he left without any sentint, abandoning Du Enqin and walking away.
"If I’m just a restaurant owner, then don’t co to for help."
Du Enqin called out, her ample chest heaving, increasingly lively.
Wei Yi seed not to hear, as his tall and strong figure disappeared around the corridor corner.
"Before others, he stoops and bows, but in front of , he shows off, damn soldier."
Du Enqin continued to grumble, but her voice quickly lowered to an estimate where only she could hear it.
She criticized others, seeming to forget she was the sa.
Who doesn’t want to stand proudly with dignity, but in a world of strict hierarchies, it’s often beyond one’s control.
The female owner of Peace Hotel exhaled deeply, then ca to the sink, checked her makeup in the mirror, and adjusted the fur collar of her qipao. She moved the fur slightly, ensuring it kept her warm while also adequately displaying her strengths.
Finally, she followed Wei Yi’s lead, lowered her head, turned on the tap, and washed her hands.
Her hands were clearly clean, but she washed them slowly, inch by inch rubbing under the flow, more ticulously than Wei Yi.
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