Yan Xixi felt like she was on the verge of a ntal breakdown. She didn’t even have the energy to call and cuss him out. This psychopath! She knew she could blacklist his number to block his calls. But no, he just sent text ssages, and Yan Xixi had no idea how to blacklist texts.
That thick-skinned man, seeing Yan Xixi ignoring his ssages, texted again after a while, "Miss, are you facing any challenges at work? How about sharing them with ? Perhaps I could offer you so advice."
She retorted sarcastically, "You can offer advice? Fine. Tell , how can I get a man to spend money without letting him take advantage of ?"
Predictably, there was no reply from his end for a long while.
She was both frustrated and amused. See? Even this vile-mouthed, despicable guy couldn’t answer this question.
She simply turned off her phone, sick of dealing with him. Her mind was consud by an annoying problem: How can I secure Mr. Liang?
According to her information, Mr. Liang was a fat, ugly, short, and frankly, sleazy-looking man. He was wealthy and powerful. Female clients, female employees, even female subordinates—he accepted them all. One piece of gossip indicated that he’d even impregnated a female subordinate, who had then stord his house to confront his wife. His wife, utterly despairing, had simply emigrated overseas—out of sight, out of mind. Naturally, he beca even more uninhibited. These types of older n are the hardest to handle. Even back when she worked as a "drink shill," she never got involved with these kinds of n. Once they latched onto you, they were like maggots clinging to bone.
Fu i had truly given her an enormous problem. Yet, she couldn’t reasonably say that Fu i was making things difficult for her, because the colleague who quit had indeed worked in her designated area. Her eyes darted about as she sched. Getting a man to spend money without letting him take advantage of her—that was an incredibly difficult task, truly akin to snatching food from a tiger’s mouth.
For three consecutive nights, all her energy was spent researching Mr. Liang. On Friday, as the weekly eting was about to end, Fu i pulled Yan Xixi aside and asked, "Any progress on the new business in your area?"
She smiled mysteriously. "I could give it a shot."
Fu i’s eyebrow lifted. Her original intention had been to reconsider if Yan Xixi flatly refused. After all, the company wouldn’t actually force female colleagues to make unnecessary "sacrifices."
"Yan Xixi, you should know, those past female colleagues weren’t forced by the company. They were striving for high commissions, so they tried everything possible. This ’unwritten rule’..."
She still smiled mysteriously. "Boss, rest assured. I’ll give it a try first, but I’ll be careful and act within my limits. If it really isn’t working, I’ll give up imdiately."
Fu i stared at her smiling face, startled. Truly, when this woman smiled, it was stunning. She suddenly realized that this woman *is*, without a doubt, the most beautiful in the company. It was just that Yan Xixi usually didn’t dress up much. Her long hair often obscured her face, preventing people from seeing her features clearly. Moreover, she never sought the spotlight, rarely joined in on boisterous occasions, and seldom attended colleagues’ private gatherings, so she didn’t attract much attention. But on closer inspection, Fu i now saw it: her skin *is* fairer than snow, her features as exquisite as a painting. Combined with her tall, slender figure, every part of her *is* undeniably, breathtakingly beautiful.
Now, with this realization, Fu i couldn’t help but think: Indeed, beautiful won are never truly content. No one ever complains that too much money burns their hands. Even Yan Xixi is no exception when it cos to leveraging her feminine assets for material gain.
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