Chen Weiwei fled out of the room awkwardly, initially thought that if no fuss was raised, all would be well. However, to her surprise, the manager chased after her and stubbornly held her back.
"Chen Weiwei, we only asked you to have a few drinks, not offering your company for the night, was there any need to leave so abruptly?"
Manager Yang had an expression that seemed to say she was incompetent. Chen Weiwei felt a mix of emotions and clarified bluntly, "Now it's just drinks, later it might become an all-night company. Didn't the manager see? His pair of paws were touching my thighs, he was about to reach my buttocks!"
"It's not that egregious; he didn't touch your buttocks, right? Would touching your leg cause you to lose weight?"
"If it was just an issue of losing weight, I wouldn't have mentioned it." Chen Weiwei grumbled.
Manager Yang stuttered, "You, you, you…" finally burst out saying,"What should I say about you? Don't you know how important this client is to us? Accompany him for a couple of drinks, and a million-dollar contract would've been signed. Are you stupid? Can't you do the maths?"
Chen Weiwei firmly retorted, "I'm smarter for not doing it, okay? Whether or not you can secure a million-dollar order, what does it matter to me? You say I can't calculate? I'm just a small clerk, a handyman, how much of that million will I receive?"
Seeing Chen sigh, Manager Yang quickly placated her, "Fine, once we have the contract, I'll give you a bonus. How about that?"
Looking at the two fingers Manager Yang stretched out, Chen Weiwei glanced at him, "I say Manager, preserve these two thousand for some skincare products for personal maintenance. Perhaps the next time you bump into a wealthy woman, she might take a liking to you. The client inside may also swing that way, right?"
Manager Yang's face went from green to purple upon hearing her words. However, he still suppressed his anger, trying to please her. He tentatively added, "Another five hundred, is that enough?"
Chen Weiwei, being followed and pestered, stood her ground, "If my husband finds out I'm out drinking for a measly amount of over two thousand …I’d rather not live!”
"Chen Weiwei, what's this talk about a measly more than two thousand? Two thousand five hundred should be close to your monthly salary. Is your husband a more of a priority or your job?”
Chen Weiwei blurted without hesitation, "Of course my husband comes first! I love my husband the most, then comes food!"
Out comes the temper of Manager Yang's boss, "Fine, give me your resignation tomorrow. Don't bother showing up for work!"
Chen Weiwei reacted with shock, her mouth agape, "Manager, aren't you going a bit too far?"
She absolutely can't be without a job. Otherwise, how could she hold her head high and stand tall in front of Beitang Bing in the future? Otherwise, would she really become a freeloader?
As the two were discussing, the CEO Wang staggered out of the private room, "Little Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time, so you're here. Hurry up, let's go back inside to continue our toast."
Chen Weiwei was forcefully dragged back in by the two.
At the corner, a handsome man had just come out of the restroom. That silhouette, wasn't that Chen Weiwei? Could the voice be mistaken?
Taking a puff of his cigarette, he strode toward the VIP room. As he pushed the door open, a sound of men and women joking and laughing echoed all around. A smile spread across Han Shaocheng's face as he headed toward the corner of the room.
The man in the corner had stunning looks, with distinctive features and a tailored black shirt. His entire being exuded a cold aura. Holding themselves at a distance, none of the heavily made-up women dared move toward him. They all knew that he was not someone to be messed with!
Han Shaocheng gestured to stop an approaching woman, then sat next to Beitang Bing. Leaning against the sofa with his legs crossed and stretched out on the table, he took another puff of his cigarette. With a devilish laugh, he said, "Guess who I saw at the door just now?"