"Mr. Zhang, as your secretary, will my salary be reduced?" Wen Xiaoya asked, her face blushing.
"Yes, it will!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"Ah!" Wen Xiaoya was startled.
A while passed before she bit her lip and said.
"Mr. Zhang, I’ll do it!" Wen Xiaoya said.
"Oh! Aren’t you afraid of a salary reduction?" Zhang Xiaohao asked curiously.
"I trust my abilities!" Wen Xiaoya said confidently.
"Haha! I was just teasing you! Your salary won’t change; it’ll be the sa as before! I’ll talk to Mr. Cheng later, and from now on, you’re my person!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"Okay." Wen Xiaoya blushed again.
"Strange, do all you girls blush so easily?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.
Wen Xiaoya blushed again, thinking weakly to herself, I’m your secretary, not your person!!!
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohao doesn’t have mind-reading abilities. If he knew what she was thinking, he’d seriously tell her, "There’s plenty of ti!"
"Let’s go, we’re going to the PR departnt!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
With that, he stood up from the sofa and headed to the elevator.
Just as they reached the elevator, an old man with a broom approached.
"Mr. Zhang, can I speak with you privately?" Ning Zhongyuan asked.
After eliminating the Murong Family, with no threat from them anymore, Zhang Xiaohao allowed him to revert to his original na.
"Sure." Zhang Xiaohao responded.
He led him into a eting room on the first floor.
Wen Xiaoya had already assud the role of Zhang Xiaohao’s secretary, proactively bringing over two cups of coffee, placing them in front of Zhang Xiaohao and Ning Zhongyuan, and positioning an ashtray in front of Zhang Xiaohao before quietly closing the door behind her.
"Old Ning, anything on your mind?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a smile.
He took out a pack of Big Panda cigarettes, extracted one, and tossed the rest over.
Ning Zhongyuan casually took one, started smoking, and pocketed the remaining Big Panda cigarettes.
"Xiaohao, I want to ask you sothing." Ning Zhongyuan said seriously.
"Old Ning, go ahead!" Zhang Xiaohao replied with a smile.
"Xiaohao, you’ve been with Ning’er for so long, why is there no news about her belly?" Ning Zhongyuan asked in confusion.
"Cough! Cough! It’s already lunch ti, how about this? Let’s head to the cafeteria and chat over a al." Zhang Xiaohao suggested.
"Sounds good!" Ning Zhongyuan agreed.
Imdiately, Zhang Xiaohao led him to the cafeteria at the back.
By the ti they reached the cafeteria, Wen Xiaoya had already prepared a private room.
The room was high-end, luxuriously decorated, with twelve dishes on the table—six cold, six hot.
"Xiao Ya, go ahead and have your al. Old Ning and I will just chat for a bit." Zhang Xiaohao instructed.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang!" Wen Xiaoya responded.
The door closed.
Zhang Xiaohao retrieved a jar of 300-year-old Daughter’s Red from the Shennong Ring, opened the stopper, and poured Ning Zhongyuan a cup.
"Old Ning, how does it taste?" Zhang Xiaohao smiled.
"Hmm? The aroma, the wine’s richness, and its color! Could it be the legendary Daughter’s Red?" Ning Zhongyuan exclaid.
With an excited expression, Ning Zhongyuan lifted the wine bowl with lightning speed and took a quick sip.
Smack!
"Great wine! Truly worthy of the legend of Daughter’s Red! If mixed with Shaoxing old wine, it would taste even better! Oh, wait, this isn’t ordinary Daughter’s Red! If my guess is right, this wine has accumulated for at least a century!" Ning Zhongyuan said with bright eyes.
"Oh! How do you know so much?" Zhang Xiaohao asked suspiciously.
"Haha, back when I worked for the Murong Family, soone tried to curry favor with and gifted a jar of Daughter’s Red! But it was just the ordinary kind." Ning Zhongyuan explained.
"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
He picked up the wine jar and filled Ning Zhongyuan’s cup again, deliberately steering away from the topic.
"Old Ning, thank you for your hard work with the company lately, co on! Have so more." Zhang Xiaohao invited with a smile.
He raised his wine bowl, toasted with Ning Zhongyuan, and drank heartily.
"Co on, Old Ning, let’s eat!" Zhang Xiaohao invited.
Soon, they finished the entire jar of 300-year-old Daughter’s Red and all twelve dishes.
Zhang Xiaohao flipped his palm and took out four more jars of Daughter’s Red and four bottles of 2011 Lafite Red Wine from the Shennong Ring, placing them on the table.
"Old Ning, these are for you! Have a sip when you have the ti." Zhang Xiaohao smiled and said.
"Then I won’t hold back." Ning Zhongyuan laughed.
The more Ning Zhongyuan looked at Zhang Xiaohao, the more satisfied he felt, happy with his decision.
Next, Zhang Xiaohao flipped his palm again, taking out a copy of the Wind God Leg technique, a Blood Sacrifice Fruit, and a hundred dium-grade spirit stones from the Shennong Ring.
"Ah! Xiaohao, what is this?" Ning Zhongyuan exclaid.
"These are for you!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Ning Zhongyuan picked up the Wind God Leg martial skill and studied it closely.
His eyes fell on four striking characters, "Heavenly Rank Supre"!
"Ah! Xiaohao, is this a Heavenly Rank Supre Martial Skill?" Ning Zhongyuan exclaid.
"Yes! This is the Wind God Leg, sothing I obtained during a trip earlier. With this Wind God Leg, combined with the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill, ordinary people can’t do much to you!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.
"If that’s the case, then I won’t hold back!" Ning Zhongyuan laughed.
He shook his sleeves, putting all the items into his storage bag.
Then, his aged eyes continued to gaze at Zhang Xiaohao.
"What’s wrong? Why are you looking at like that? Is there sothing on my face?" Zhang Xiaohao asked puzzledly.
"Is that all?" Ning Zhongyuan inquired.
"That’s all there is!" Zhang Xiaohao said helplessly.
"Oh." Ning Zhongyuan responded.
"Old Ning, I have so matters to attend to! You take your ti here, if anything cos up, we’ll talk when I get back." Zhang Xiaohao said.
With that, he stood up and was about to head out.
As he got closer to the door, Zhang Xiaohao finally felt relieved.
Just as he was about to step out, Ning Zhongyuan’s voice suddenly called out again.
"Xiaohao, wait a mont!" Ning Zhongyuan said.
"What’s up? Anything else?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a smile.
"Xiaohao, you’re being sneaky! Trying to pass off sweet talk and sneak away, are you? Luckily, I reacted quickly, otherwise, you’d really have tricked !" Ning Zhongyuan said proudly as he twirled his beard.
"Old Ning, what are you talking about? I’m having a hard ti understanding. Honestly, I have sothing that I must take care of! Can we discuss this later?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile.
"No, we can’t!" Ning Zhongyuan replied.
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