Wen Fucheng's assistant helped them complete the hotel check-in procedures, and then the group walked into the elevator.
Weiyi looked at the room card.
"We're on the 32nd floor. Mr. Xie, which floor are you on?"
Xie Weisi glanced at the room card in his hand and jokingly replied, "What a coincidence; I'm on the 32nd floor too. If nothing unexpected happens, I think our room numbers are probably right next to each other."
Moreover, their standing positions were quite interesting.
Ying Jing and Wen Fucheng were at the back near one side of the elevator wall, while Xie Weisi and Weiyi were in the front facing the elevator doors.
Weiyi even took a special look at his card.
"It really is. Are you here in the Imperial City just for fun?"
"I'm here for work."
"No way, are you even of age? Which boss would dare hire you, it's illegal to hire child labor."
Ying Jing: ...
Wen Fucheng: ...
Xie Weisi: ...
Xie Weisi looked youthful, seemingly like he hadn't graduated yet.
Ying Jing thought this person was even older than her and Weiyi, someone from Wen Fucheng's circle, but what he actually did was unknown.
Overall, Xie Weisi was quite a mysterious character.
Once the elevator doors opened on their floor, Ying Jing quickly pulled her girlfriend away.
"Don't say such things; he's older than us."
Wen Fucheng and Xie Weisi lagged two steps behind them. Hearing Ying Jing's comment, Xie Weisi was taken aback.
"How does she know I'm older than them?"
Wen Fucheng heard half of his words when his phone rang, gesturing to Xie Weisi to be quiet as he walked aside to answer it.
Ying Jing glanced at him a few times before entering her room card.
He's so busy!
Might as well not disturb him for now.
The hotel room was large and beautiful; Weiyi was already eager to drag her inside to have a look, without even closing the door.
Wen Fucheng, finishing his call, walked to the door and heard laughter from the next room.
He heard her teasing her friend like a child who hasn't seen the world.
Joining with her friend to talk about some new decorations, standing in front of a full-length window, expressing amazement.
"What are you doing standing at the door?" Xie Weisi's appearance interrupted his eavesdropping, and Wen Fucheng followed him inside.
No one paid any attention to the earlier little incident.
Xie Weisi squinted his eyes, quietly observing the man standing in the room. "If I'm not mistaken, you just laughed!"
Wen Fucheng lied with a straight face.
"You're mistaken."
"No, no. My eyesight is excellent; you were clearly smiling when you stood at the door just now."
He had no intention of getting entangled with him further.
Interrupted his endless chatter with a line about his terrible Chinese.
"When you're done, go back; there's no work for you here."
Xie Weisi did not agree.
"The current entertainment industry is soaring dramatically; I have high hopes for Dynasty Entertainment, so I've decided to stay at Dynasty as... as a manager. I want to personally choose my best leading lady and elevate her to the pinnacle."
Wen Fucheng simply replied with three words: "Keep dreaming."
Ying Zenan was still waiting at the company. After staying for a while, he got up and left. He also asked Xie Weisi to take good care of the two girls for him.
"Why should I?" Old Xie was dissatisfied.
Wen Fucheng heard his words as he arrived at the door, turned his head, and glanced at him indifferently. "Because I'm your boss, because your salary comes out of my account."
Well, damn it, he couldn't refute it, leaving Xie Weisi speechless.
Wen Fucheng returned to the company and met Ying Zenan first thing.
Ying Zenan had drunk so much tea that he'd nearly filled up.
Burping several times, he finally saw him.
"Even someone as punctual as President Wen would be late for over ten minutes."
Originally, Wen Fucheng didn't have to go to the airport, having known Xie Weisi's flight time in advance and from the start had him find his own way.
After seeing Ying Jing's social media posts, he changed his mind.
Their flight times weren't the same, but not far apart either.
Just that Ying Jing never knew the coincidence she thought was his carefully orchestrated setup.
Xie Weisi got off the plane early and was forcibly kept at the airport to eat three bowls of beef noodles, tears streaming down his face.
Fortunately, he did wait, didn't he?
As Wen Fucheng sat down, his assistant placed two neatly arranged contracts in front of Ying Zenan.
"President Ying, take a look; if there's nothing wrong with the contract, you can sign it on the spot."
Ying Zenan originally prepared lots of snarky remarks but suddenly hit a snag.
Contract?
Signing?
He opened the contract in front of him repeatedly, scrutinizing it thoroughly with disbelief in his eyes, shocked expression.
After holding back for a while, he managed to say, "Is your boss out of his mind?" Before coming, he'd prepared to negotiate with Wen Fucheng for at least half a day; as businessmen, profits are paramount.
Dynasty Entertainment could potentially squeeze tons from the Ying Family.
Of course, if they simply wanted to raise the price slightly, within Ying Zenan's acceptable range, he could choose to cooperate.
He imagined everything, except the fact that the other party not only didn't increase the price but seemed like they were outright sending money his way.
It's akin to cramming for politics and history exams overnight, only to be told last minute the exam is open-book.
Ying Zenan clenched his fists, but his strong punch landed on a cushion.
Frustrating or what?
That goes without saying.
"Pardon my bluntness, but it seems like this contract doesn't offer your company any advantages!" So, are you crazy, or did the little brother printing it miss a decimal point?
"You didn't see it wrong, nor is there any problem with the contract. I personally compiled the contract. President Ying should be reassured now, right?"
No, no, he's still not reassured.
The more Wen Fucheng tried to reassure him, the more Ying Zenan felt like, "Are you messing with me?"
He almost grabbed a magnifying glass to inspect each clause.
"Wouldn't President Wen want to use this cooperation opportunity to undermine and swallow the Ying Family? First make me disgraced, then drive away my parents, and finally sell my sister."
The assistant facepalmed beside him.
What kind of a boss did he end up with? Who've you ever seen wanting to ruin you and still practically giving you money?
Ying Zenan meant it as a joke, but no one expected Wen Fucheng to actually be silent.
Ying Zenan's expression immediately changed.
See, the old fox's tail is showing!
After pondering for a moment, Wen Fucheng earnestly responded to his earlier question.
"How much to buy your sister?"
Ying Zenan: ...
He regained a serious demeanor, shedding his previous uncaring attitude. "No price can buy her; when love is absent, even riches can't acquire. If feelings are mutual, not a penny is needed."
Wen Fucheng understood the meaning behind his words, tapping on the contract.
"Got it; trust me, President Ying. With distinguished people like you, I wouldn't just focus on immediate gains. I believe in a strong alliance between the Wen Family and the Ying Family in the future."
Ying Zenan felt a bit floated by the compliments.
See! His exceptional brilliance can no longer be concealed.